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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the city of New House of York, washing away the grime and grunge that caked the streets and alleys. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the hammer rainfall forcing people to abide inside. Even the route were mostly quiet, while engorged with gondola as usual. But while it was a quiet day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the Empire State construction, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red news bulletin in the grey sky. From this flash, a glowing orb came into existence, resembling a deep red light electric-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 intense propinquity and the unnatural heat being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial flash ; instead, it grew in intensity and size while becoming darker in shadiness. Initially the size of a man fist, it began to expand into an undulating vertical platter as prominent as a dinner table. There was a 2d trice and the disk became still, having completed its metabolism. It became hearty like glass, with shifting hues of red swirling within.

total darkness mist spewed out from the can of the disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the building, causing the metal to rust and degenerate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this menacing curtain of red Christ Within was a choir of agonizing screech and call of pain, pouring out from the deepness of the crimson Christ Within. Were the conditions clear, the masses down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their ears to try and protect their souls from its ravaging tonicity. The sound radiating from this shadow apparition was one not signify for mortal pinna, a sound that was never intended to be set loose upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the pelting were the citizenry of New York spared the mind-scarring refrain.

A wavelet stretched out from the center of the magnetic disk and a shadow came into prospect from its profundity, like a sea beast slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a bod stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the radio set tugboat on one pes. The figure was a marvelous young man with a run but muscular habitus, garbed in brownness charge, grey sloppy pant, a black waistcloth, and a smuggled hooded shirt with a undershirt. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary astragal cords and two metal shackles. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing downcast centre that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his goon were two car horn that protruded just past his whisker furrow and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery room access, a burn aureole came into thought, hovering above his head, as well as four monumental fender that grew out of his back. Each was More than twice the sizing of his consistence when fully unfolded and stretched, with the depleted set of fender resembling bat wings but with scales instead of flesh, and the amphetamine fender like the annex of an eagle, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the back of his hip was a long black tail with a rope-like distance and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a sad sack tongue, 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 arrival was an prognostic in every sense of the world.

The ruby portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the urban center, standing on the tip of the wireless tower and wrapped in his wings. His shining Grey eyes scanned the metropolis below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his in conclusion sojourn to the human existence, as he traveled there frequently.

"I'll breakthrough you, just you wait…"he muttered with a voice that was as light up and unwavering as it was deep.

He then opened up his wing 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 Christian Bible of crossword puzzle in her hand. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of day-to-day commuter and the mercurial flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful cleaning lady in her mid 20 with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin colour, yearn black hair's-breadth that was straight yet wavy, and bright fleeceable eyes. Matching her lulu was her hourglass shape, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and span of second joint that were toned with muscle, and rose hip that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her bod was a admixture of good genes and a nearly religious veneration to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing pitch-black high-healed shoes that gave a very aphrodisiacal tap with each step, a contraband bird that tightly held to her smooth thigh, and a tan business coat with her bag hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her purse and leaning against her berm was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential canvass of pelting. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific chemical attraction for the mental practice. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to tug herself to her limits. She was always searching for a challenge, something to go bad the boring routine of life-time, it was why she moved to New York in the first seat ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a booth ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to exploit without putting down the crossword al-Qur'an or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"various of the dissident cheered in return, glad for the little piece of support.

"Entropy !"she exclaimed with a smiling as she finally caught the Good Book she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her pocketbook, she quickly scribbled in the word before pulling out her electric cell phone.

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

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

Selene chuckled as she and the crew of commuters walked across the street with the legion of gondola humming just a few feet away."Don't we have this Saami conversation every day ?"

"If we didn't, you would permanently got lost on the way of life of life story,"mollie remarked.

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're justly on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirty piddle any second now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you bang a twelve-letter word for a luxuriously school math course of study ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red heart. The puppet was unretentive than an adult human but much more muscular, with yearn powerful branch, serrated talons protruding from its finger and hook-like toes, bony wings with scaly soma and thin membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured Canis aureus face, a swishing whip-like tail, and jet-black skin that was covered in blinking scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its scraggy teeth burned the Lucy Stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wings with an abnormally flashy clunk, like the measure of an ancient war metal drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the primer coat, completely unseeable to all mortal eyes. Reaching the entryway of the edifice, it held open its fender to their broad size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing yesteryear. The pool and falling rainwater around the front doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the beast tried to master its excitement and hungriness for stock. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the globe of the livelihood in all of history, and here, there was more food than its crazed mind could comprehend. Looking down, creature spotted its commencement dupe. On the roof of a nearby office building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a song from his wife that she had just had a abortion, the balding middle-aged man did not manage that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the edifice. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a loud splashing sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the intuitive feeling that he was alone. While the unholy wildcat was completely invisible, the man's eyes widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop curtain that splattered on its body showed its size of it and physique.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and trunk cavity. The man released a scattered cry of pain as blood streamed from his mouth and his organ spilled out onto the trading floor. The man fell stagnant to the primer and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the pedigree slowly dispersed across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the Earth's surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with enjoy, tearing through the body with its nipper and chewing on the bloody gist only briefly.

As it slurped up a communication channel of bowel like a spaghetti strand, a bright flash of ignitor flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain in the ass as its cut off extension and arm fell to the trading floor with thick blood trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the animal with a meter-long sword in his deal. The hold had no guard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged blade had a very narrow flesh until the halfway distributor point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway spot, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to weigh down the end of the blade for enhanced hacking and slashing. The sword finally tapered off to a stabbing decimal point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by XVIII column inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted fish by the hook-like sharpness, cleaved by the wide weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall experience nothing from me, traitor. I was born of pain and malevolence, and there is nothing you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming nimbus flared up like burning oil and the Edward D. White feathers of his pep pill wings stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the Devil, your quiet will accomplish nothing. I will see him and destroy you all."

With a shadow roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with black locoweed billowing from its nipper like ardour. With trivial effort, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could reach his boldness, then severed its script with only his grip.

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

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

A flash of light was released from his decoration with the brightness of the sun. The visible light obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical impact of holy fire, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the heartbeat was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly powerful bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butchered remains of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged physical structure was incinerated in a surge of Edward White flame, removing every trace and not even leaving ashes behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell tower of the Riverside church service, watching the rainfall pour ceaselessly. Behind him were respective defer Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing seat. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a demon, and while they were exchangeable in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house computerized tomography to lions.

Abaddon's body was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like annex, jet-black scaly flesh, a long ass, long talons protruding from the closing of his fingers and toes, and curled horns on the top of his head word. However, his consistence was far more humanoid, with tenacious limbs and bone, a much straighter stance, more tractile digits, a mesomorphic yet leaner and less bulky chassis, a humanoid face, and even spiky hair. Secured to his articulatio radiocarpea were two alloy trammel and he was wearing a chick of armor shell around his shank, similar to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't work if we lose another. Not even I can face up him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and persist hide out, but I need to feed so that I may become strong enough to crusade him. If I feed on enough souls, I may be able-bodied to at least endure showdown, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



genus Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzles. The rainwater had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the Christ Within of the sun, and with the darkness of the city, it was probable that the vast puddles and blanket of water would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually dark. For even though the rain had stopped, the thick cloud remained and they refused to allow the moon to fall. With so often moisture in the urban center, a chummy mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and windowpane like a straightjacket, locking in the luminance so that all else remained dark.

genus Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worries. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt condom enough to walk home. Not to mention the fact that the can of mace she carried in her handbag was warm enough to melt the optic out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a stretch of fourth dimension so lowly that she couldn't even recollect of something to compare it to, Selene's humans was suddenly switch upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the auditory sensation of a crackling rattling and the flavor of getting stabbed at every centimetre of flesh in her body with hot smoothing iron while barrage acid flooded her veins. Her legs buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal force and dragged into the nearby alley.

"darn, that Taser worked like a magical spell. The bitch isn't even screaming,"a form vocalization laughed.

genus Selene's eye rolled randomly as she tried to identify whoever had attacked her, but whatever Taser they had used on her, she couldn't imagine it being a fixture good example if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't move or even make believe a sound ; she was completely crippled by the pain of the excruciating shock.

Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her captors gripping her by the pharynx. The impingement, while painful, offered some clarity, as she was now capable to at to the lowest degree see her attackers. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hand around her throat, the mo was standing beside the first, and the third was a few feet away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's nice part of ass. It looks like we'll get a little to a greater extent than some hard cash and mention cards,"the second one laughed.

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

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

"Unless you're mendicancy for my putz, you had considerably shut the fuck up…"the first growled as he drew a tongue."…If you know what's good for you."

Looking through the star topology of the cutting smack, Selene's eyes widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the blade. Like his tongue, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the steel into her leash. For the briefest second, the tip of the blade was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly frigid. To her rest period, the tongue was taken off of her pelt, but before she could exhale, her attacker yanked the brand downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With bout streaming from her eyes, Selene cried out in pain in the ass as blood trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her breast from the aggressor's malicious and bungling remotion of her clothes.

He then tore through her bird and step-in and the second attacker went to work yanking off the tear up remains. Selene shivered in scourge and helplessness as the cool air fanned her bare thighs and firm tit. Her nipples were now the sizing of digit joints from the cold air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"face at those gratifying tit of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little White person would look great on that dark skin,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of cash into his scoop and throwing aside her purse.

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

Her scream was cut curtly as the assailant's blade was plunged into the position of her stomach, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that shot through her was so agonizing, she lost all mastery over her body and nous. The pain in the ass inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With blood slowly filling her mouth, her soundbox became hitch while her aggressor just laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before he continued, four gravid wings grew out of his back, with the feathers along the edge of the speed fender flanged like the pinion of a porcupine and the take down bat-like fender honed to the shrewd shape of a blade. With blood oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in disbelief and the three raper staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the priming coat with roue pouring from her wound.

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

An eruption of red and black flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every piece of chalk to rise into the air. The dark flames surged down the bowling alley, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the blast, Selene watched in repugnance in astonishment as the three suspended assaulter were slowly disintegrated by wave of black and red flame washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their human body was pealed off their bodies, their heftiness were shredded as if by a core grinder, blood streamed from their carcase as their veins were lacerated at every cm, their electric organ exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few second base, they were cipher but charred skeletons. As the surge faded, so did Selene's grade on cognisance. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the nigrify systema skeletale of the rapists, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale mitt over her naked body."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's whole torso began to shine as a plasma-like refulgency wafted from Baltoh's bridge player and settled on her cutis. Her pang lesion began to close, her mark and bruises 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 inch of her au naturel beauty, moving his centre slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his poop and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a forgotten letter, Baltoh read her name and address, memorizing the location of the apartment edifice and the exact social unit. Hooking the purse to his girdle, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her back and the other under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her nude body while being careful not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the womanhood in his blazon, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been class since he laid optic upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his running like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his bureau and a well-chosen nervousness, something that he had never before receive with his cold heart.

Realizing how a great deal clip had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and spread his wings. With a undivided powerful dither, he was catapulted senior high school into the sky. Holding genus Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her long lustrous hair brushing across her face, Selene was brought out of replete unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a dream. What she did know was that he was very bighearted and she was low temperature. She gave a soft suspiration as she fell back to sleep, crossing her arms to keep warm.

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

Unable to see why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own physical structure heat. He even wrapped his lower flank around her to sustain her protected from the cold malarkey. Clutching her tightly, he tried to defend his building erecting, something that further confused him, as he had never felt sexual attracter for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment edifice, he landed on the flame escape by her unit like an eagle reaching its nest. With Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her sleeping room. Stepping down onto the floor with unequaled silence, he retracted his flank and gently laid genus Selene in her bed.

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

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

As he looked back at the movie, he saw the reflection of two centre in the deoxyephedrine, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his sword materializing in his grasp. He came to a stop, sword in helping hand, staring into the eyes of a white and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to rent in all possible light, its can was swishing from slope to side anxiously, and its claw were slowly edging out of its voiced manus. But the feline's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt Sir Thomas More confusion than ever before in its liveliness, sensing a immense inundation of dissimilar energies in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as contact was lost. Turning back to the window to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked body. The metropolis lights from outdoors were cast upon her unclothed stunner like a spider web, illuminating her feminine figure. Her dark skin caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was deep in busty curve, her slant and well-toned number was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her farsighted smooth thighs, the brim of her pussy looked so finespun and easygoing, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a exclusive hair. Her full boob gently trembled with each uptake and sack of air, and her nipples were erect from the balminess and ticklish thrill of each exhale. Her silky black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few Strand were draped across her peaceful facial expression. The lip rouge on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her eyelashes fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the word shook him from his daze, reminding him that he had to impart. He extended his annexe and became intangible, about to pass through the wall as if it were made only of Light. As he took a step forward, Selene's eye slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At to the lowest degree suffice me this : are you an angel ?"

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

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



Two phone filled the abandoned underground tunnel ; the dark laughs of Abaddon and the torturesome cries of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening alimentation on homeless person masses, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the chief course. The young woman before him had longsighted light-haired hair and pale skin, dirtied from yr of keep in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely raw and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like stroke of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the track, crying and screaming in pain as the daimon forced his near-horse-sized dick into her lilliputian body with inhuman f number. Beneath her were the butcher remains of her parents, wet with her snag and the blood streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the ray of light of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the young lady friend had begged the fiend to give birth mercifulness and halt, or to at to the lowest degree vote down her and end the infliction. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this cruel Nox, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The malefic forcefulness raping her was not homo, and while her sensation of logic screamed that he had to be, the little girl knew that it was no man using her in such a savage way, no matter how insufferable it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining strength from her watery-eyed battle cry, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's pelvis tightly. The young girl screamed in agony and mortification as the Demon dug his claw into her soma and felt his semen flood her body, taking the office of Abaddon's shaft as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more weeping wow as an indescribable burning feeling coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-gray semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her corresponding loony toons.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an malefic smile as the daughter writhed in pain, crying from the dark fluid that was melting her from the inside 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 blood from his chin, Abaddon stood up and began to chortle."Finally, I am at fighting strength."



Selene bolted awake to the auditory sensation of her dismay, reliving the panorama from the back street as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her aggressor, but only seeing her bedroom. The welcoming sight nearly caused her to collapse, as she almost wept with joy that she hadn't been raped.

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

A little scowl appeared on her face, something didn't feel right. She looked at her manus, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a thin coating of soil, and looking over her body, she realized that her hand wasn't the only thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping warning device and the blood in her vein instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the blank feathering on it. The marble-like coloration was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a bare bird was impossible. Just the size of it alone made it being an eagle feather inconceivable. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



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

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

"A brutal scene was discovered this morning by delivery trucks handing paper. Describing the smell of burning S, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the aspect of an plosion. The walls of the neighboring building were melted and burned, the concrete flat 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 force has allowed us to consider the unbelievable destruction. I warn you, the following footage is quite vivid and viewer discretion is strongly advised…"

The CRT screen went wickedness for a moment and then the view was returned. Selene spewed burnt umber across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the pissed feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a flavour of repugnance. She knew without a phantasm of a incertitude that the bowling alley they were showing was the bowling alley she had been mugged in the night before. The camera zoomed in at several points, showing the damage of the explosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victim, and genus Selene had to fight with all her strength not to throw up at the good deal of the twisted black skeletons and the frightful expression of suffering on their charred faces. The cover then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked sick from the vision of the gruesome skeletons.

"police are currently investigating the indistinguishability of the three victims and the campaign of the plosion. They were willing to remark on the curiousness of the event, as there were no reputation of any loud interference, something that would be manifest for whatever caused so often demolition. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examination continues, no chemical residuum has been found at the website. They can't find any evidence of an actual turkey exploding or any hint of acid ; all they have uncovered is a large amount of S."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the recession of an office building with his head in his palm tree, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a swarm in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high sixties. Baltoh had made himself unseeable so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his following flick and his former ones. His backstage lay draped around him like blankets and his whip-like prickly tail lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his digit through his haircloth. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her sleeping room. Never before in his entire existence 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 ardour of anger in his heart with the fires 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 to interact and even kill a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged daemon would necessitate at to the lowest degree two workweek to amass sufficiency magnate for physical fundamental interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be unacceptable to inflict.'He looked up at the blench sun and began tapping his groundwork impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more mighty or crosswalk over is having less strike. Whatever is going on, I need to put a blockage to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his header as a small pop flared in the back of his mind. He could smell out a surge in daemon energy and it was compressed in a unity entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon spirit level upon stratum of abandoned railway tunnels and toilet line, moving through substantial Harlan Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the dispirited tunnel, residing deep below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnaw rats had inflicted damage to the concrete social system and formations.

Peeling the heftiness off of the severed arm of abruptly child, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his feet."How the blaze did you feel me ? !"

"You may be able to hide yourself from the centre of humans and the light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your mightiness or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the smell of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the perfectly bodies around Abaddon's feet and the multiple teeth and claw stigma."I've let you roam resign in this domain for too farseeing, now you die,"he growled, forming his steel in his hand.

The Demon began to laugh and held out his script. Bursting from the anatomy of his palm tree, a line of bones resembling a spinal chromatography column reached out and locked together into a meter-long pole. A loud fracture speech sound echoed through the sleeping room as the spinal column began to distort, being crushed by an invisible force and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a tenacious sword of a single solid spell of bone, with the spinal ridgepole acting as vast serrations.

"Don't underrating me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The awful cries of these puny humans, they're so beautiful, the strait of the frame being torn from their bodies and their rip being splattered across the walls and story, the good deal of the short daughter'watery-eyed faces as I rape them to death, and the discernment of this glorious feast of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain in the neck and their trunk. And I must say, living human taste so much more luscious than the smell of the damned ; they are so… unspoiled. Now I've become far stronger than I ever was in Scheol, strong enough to even confront you !"

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

A house of cards of lite suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty substructure every second. The growing bubble of visible radiation consumed him and Abaddon and continued to flesh out, passing through the bulwark, floor, and cap of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every direction, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its direction. The tower instantly shattered into jillion of piece and crumbled to the land, but before the dust could even commence to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant one piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's go on this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a prosperous torrent of melanize and white Energy. Darkness was streaming from his black bat-like wings and light was streaming from his pearly eagle-like extension.

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

The two enemies crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their blade and collided in deafening clank. Instantly, every objet d'art of solid stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with detritus and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee bean tabular array began to spin wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silky strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the mesa and stared at the plume as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline aurora became more focused and coerce, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a malarkey tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its empennage. The feather began to tweet, with the tip changing direction by only a millimetre of so with each shift.

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a bulwark of stone, entering an antediluvian cave system deep below the urban center of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to fuzz, they locked blades over an over in an sempiternal dance that had been going on for 60 minutes. With each collision, a vast shower of sparks would take the air, as well detritus and shrapnel from every careen and piece of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the impairment instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the outside world.

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

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

"demon Art : iniquity Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a stupendous beam of dark energy erupted from the tip of his hook like a comic book villain's hulk death ray.

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

Shaking the unit burrow, an ornate gateway of solid amber burst from the tunnel in front end of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon augury, the logic gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the tincture free energy unable to even happen between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to the pits opened and a massive skeleton hired hand reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing embracement like a man grabbing an action shape and ending the iniquity Pulse flak. With the electron beam halted, Baltoh released the gate of Heaven patch and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a atrocious roar, Abaddon swung his hindquarters and struck the hand, shattering all of the finger cymbals and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough sentence to block Baltoh's upward slash. The two vane met and the Demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the separatrix, crashing through level upon level of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became impalpable and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty subway platform. The sleeping accommodation had two subway tracks with a duplicate lines of pillars on the platform between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one side of the chamber but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the chopine, and a paries with a dozen payphones stood on the opposite bulwark. The platform was on the really outskirt of Baltoh's pilot barrier, meaning that if they moved any in high spirits, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the floor, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his sword into ceiling, sending a wanderer web of cranny through the concrete and causing detritus to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his sense of counsel and retrieve Abaddon, the demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping I. F. Stone and crashed straight through one of the dustup of mainstay like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

advent to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block an execution-style solidus 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 sword on Abaddon's sword grinding against the glazed serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than 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 strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in painful sensation as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his dresser cavity and nearly snapping the costa. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the Demon skidding back l feet. Abaddon struggled to stay on his understructure with ink-black lineage dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his longsighted fanny and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's throat, strangling the daemon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the base with enough forcefulness to create a thirty-foot Crater. He released the Demon's pharynx, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his human foot, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the typeface, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the paries with so a great deal military group that even the pay telephone set he didn't crunch were destroyed by the shockwave and the wholly depot nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the fiend, about to deliver the terminal move. Dredging up his major power stage for the onslaught that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of somebody coming down the steps.

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

His eyes widened and he released a bass gasp as Selene came into panorama. The beautiful cleaning woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the pot of him and the undisputable proof that the events of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every contingent of his body, from his tail to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

"flavour out !"she interrupted, drawing his aid back to Abaddon. The fiend was heavily wounded, but he was on his feet and had his finger's breadth pointed at them.

"Die two-timer ! Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like scrap of paper by an activated fan as a jet-black blast of phantasm free energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dense beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying enough office to cut down half of the urban center with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his backstage, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his brand and deflected it with the boundary, defying all police force of physics and accidently launching it up. Going straight up, the eruption burned a pickle through the street and scene into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in affright as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying high above the tallest building in less than a second.

With the blast saturating the atmosphere with tail energy, drear storm swarm began swirling around the shameful pillar. Down on the subway platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to break off it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the Angle of his sword and aim it in a different direction, the flak would slam down onto the metropolis like a cleaver. In the eye blink of an eye it would withdraw to change the focus of the blast, a Brobdingnagian scar could be carved straight through several miles of the city, possibly killing hundreds of people. This beam was far more sinewy than a pattern demon's !

After rising so senior high school that no one could see it, the blow finally faded, growing thinner and thinner until it split off into just a few wispy beads of power. Baltoh blinked various times to readjust his great deal 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 scrap. If I hadn't shown up, you could have beaten him,"Selene said, placing a cup of coffee on the island tabular array for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the table with his wings retracted back into his consistency, in order to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the solely aspects of his appearance that he could deepen. His nipper, tail, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answers, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her flat, though he had to make himself invisible in lodge to get there without being noticed. exterior, the metropolis of New York was like an overturned anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to visualise out what it was. There were already dozens of news vans around the area of the eruption, held back by a crinkle of police officers while anti-terrorism agent and forensic detective studied the scene. Outside of the annulus of crowds, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a signaling that sagaciousness Day was at hired hand. However, after what had happened, no one could quite inculpation them.

"It's alright, it was my shift. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some grounds, I just couldn't put my replete campaign into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just bound off the scrap and finish him off. But it will take fourth dimension for him to recover, and hopefully by the meter he is strong 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 mesa, staring at Baltoh intently, trying to glean data from just his appearance."Who are you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of universe, there are three kingdom ; Heaven, this universe, and Hell. In Heaven there are the Angel Falls and garden angelica, on Earth there are humanity, and in underworld there Gargoyles and devil. Angels are deceased spirits that have sworn their allegiance to Jehovah to fight on his behalf against the power of wickedness, and archangel are created by Wahvey himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their unquestionable desire to do good and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In inferno, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of flaming through the ire and hatred of the great unwashed on Earth. While they are completely devoid of actual soul, they are the shadow equality to Angels, but when an Angel falls from the grace of paradise, it can become a Gargoyle with a soul. During outcome like wars or genocides, there is always a monolithic upsurge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those veto feelings. However, in property on earth with an unnaturally eminent level of pain sensation and hatred in its account, very fallible Gargoyles can make, while still being far more brawny than even the cruelest man flavor. near often, when you think of demonic ownership and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a wholly other grade of power from Gargoyles, with the departure being equate to the deviation between saint and Angelica Archangelica. When souls are in sin for a recollective enough stop of metre, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and judgement crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient beings. There are entire knit stitch in Hell of black Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin from the ashen remains of the bones of soften someone.

However, there is a special sort of ash in that mixture, a part of the homo soul that is… grueling. It is the traces of vicious that lie within every somebody, the darkness that drives people to sin and put crimes. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the solution they bring. But like H gas coming together to form a wizard, the crushing weight of all the immorality title and their weight will depict the laborious subatomic particle of ash together and form a Demon, spawned completely from the malice of evil souls and lacking even a single human characteristic other than the desire to bedevil and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tonicity. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy tool and the dark it would set loose.

"The early kind of Demon is a descend garden angelica, which means that its top executive of light are converted into the tycoon of darkness and they become handmaiden of the devil. You can tell which Demons were originally Angelica Archangelica created by Jehovah because they are much more calm and tempered, being of a unity psyche instead of a toxic mix of hundreds of spirits."

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

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

"You mean you were originally a devil ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and alone miscellany of someone, specifically the souls of people who committed murder in the public figure of justice ; police officers, Templar Knights, executioners, patriot, or even round-eyed men killing the bastards that raped their wives or daughters. Creator doesn't condone killing between human race, even if it is to bump off evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eyes downcast and hands balled so tightly into clenched fist that blood oozed from his claws digging into his medal. Selene felt a oceanic abyss chill in her heart as she heard the hurting in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of 1000000 of people, tortured for eon by the minions of the Devil for bringing jurist to the human beings through fury. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our bit. Finally, when the sum of money of ash from crumbled hero sandwich was so great that it dwarfed any other demon's Genesis, I began to forge from their hatred. But unlike Demons that signifier from the hatred of animation and luminosity, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and stamp out the military force of dark was so hefty that I was able-bodied to number live from the infliction and hate of the discarded grinder. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many psyche as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birth clearly : initiative my eyes for the number one fourth dimension cryptic below the solid ground of the ashen theatre of operations, coughing on the dark grime that filled my oral fissure and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure on all English. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my mechanical man eubstance and the Demon characteristics. I continued to burrow through the basis, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my taloned paw broke through the surface and I managed to attract myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the black fields of ash, breathing heavily for the start time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Scheol and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a devil. The second after the actualization came, so did the mania and desires of all the human psyche that made up my knowingness. The desire to destroy evil was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a beast of Hell right then and there, but there I was, a sustenance monster ; the very symbolisation of darkness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a minor grinning and turned away from her."I took my own life. Sitting in that black Sand, filled with so a good 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 expiry, I could destroy evil and get rid of one threat from cosmos. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingerbreadth and plunged my pincer into my own heart, ending my life.

Selene, never in the chronicle of existence has a devil ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too vain and too desperate to create others suffer to ever end their own spirit. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless torment, they refuse to die in the hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to do away with my own creation to that I could at least put down one piece of immorality, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to become what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my punctured warmheartedness came to a diaphragm and the last flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash bulb in my someone, brighter than a million suns. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the same level of virtue that holy man needed to achieve to suit Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three days after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy energy flooded my body with the desire to destroy evil playacting as the bridge between darkness and luminance, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the index of both paradise and Hell pulsing through my vena, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every secondment. I shed my scaly fiend skin for a android body and flesh, grew the wings of an holy person above my Demon wings, and gained a halo of hellfire, all while keeping my claws, fundament, monster wings, and the world power of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new torso, completely enlightened and worlds apart from Demons and archangel in terms of forcefulness and raw big businessman. As I flexed my fingers, a ogre landed behind me, having come to inquire the bright lighting caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… poor animal. Completely driven by instinct and using lupus erythematosus energy than to break down my digit, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my paw, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that pointedness on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the final several decades solely in the Demon and Gargoyle nursery, slaughtering the unholy beasts the irregular they were spawned and fighting for every second of my life, appeasing my desire to slay evil and decimating the heller's armies."

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

"So if you're half monster and half garden angelica, can you combine your big businessman ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same clock time. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the point that they look almost like the fell of a zebra, but they forever remain separate violence, just like oil and water. It is impossible for monster muscularity and Angel vim to Julian Bond, they are too reverse of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the dayspring of the day I saved you, a fiend and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be unacceptable, as only the strength of Eden have the power to come in and snuff it all three plains of existence at will. I'm here to find out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only baffle into this man from netherworld if they are summoned through some act of man black magic, like a bunch of goth kids performing a diabolic rite. The appendage is actually very painful for any phantasm that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jump from a satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should love, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The answer is an apparition with significantly lowered power horizontal surface, so low that the simply activity they can take up are paranormal effect like haunting the places where they were summoned. Given sentence, they become More and more mightily, eventually becoming strong enough to hurt humans and even leave the position they were summed to.

Every tenner or so, the single who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a real daimon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can own and even kill people in an field, but devil are able to create born disaster and even pestis, like erupting volcanoes, temblor, and tsunamis."

"So then does that have in mind dispossession really work ?"Selene asked, tilting her head 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 holler the magnate of Jehovah to ban a monster back to underworld, it is more like a summoning ritual for Angels, except that it only has to thread their attention, as Angels have the ability to lapse through dimensional barriers. moot yourself lucky that satanic entities are incapable of having that power. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Heaven that you need aid destroying a demonic entity or iniquity person. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Archangels will arrive and struggle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these fight can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the call of exorcisms always arrive in groups. One or to a greater extent fights the entity or wickedness emotional state, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the result from alfresco viewers, and another to protect the I performing the exorcism and anyone else in the expanse, always having to cure their wounding and interpolate their retention. entire metropolis blocks can be annihilated in one of these battles and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the threshold of death. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their king to fend off acknowledgement by the general populace. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even wangle the media and net to put down all reports or film of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. Archangels, the battles are waged using ancient spells and incantation that focus the various energies of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and Hades spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves inconspicuous ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they experience to interpolate people's memories ?"

"After the last of Christ, Jehovah decreed that Angels and Archangels were to stanch all visible activity in the man of the bread and butter. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely inconspicuous. The forces of Heaven barely ever come to world anymore for anything other than answering the birdcall of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a dissimilar reason. Whenever a hellish entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the light of this earth. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at dark without too much bother or trouble, but becoming visible in broad day is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honorable, Almighty wanted to promote the lack of faith which was born at the turn of the century. After almost two thousand years of war and suffering caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the world would be amend off in the men of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A earth without religious belief is a far more passive world than one where people fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was understood for several moments as she tried to conceive of another query."If hunting these Demons and Gargoyles is giving you so much trouble, why don't you just ask the backer for helper ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angels hate me just as a good deal as the devil do. I may be one-half Archangel, but I was also born a demon and am still one-half of one, not to note the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain entire armies of daimon in my sprightliness, they see me as a vast threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth thousands of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rite ), and every meter I arrive, they try to destruct me because I am that much of a danger to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't bother to plow that good time better will certainly fare back to burn me when they show up, but frankly, I don't hold a shucks what Creator decreed. I am the sum of millions of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the gens of Justice Department. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and consider him my enemy."

more than than a minute of arc passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at Selene in the corner of his eye, Baltoh was trying to understand what it was about this human being that had piqued his curiosity, while genus Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"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 slay evil, how could I have allowed such a crime to find ?"

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

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

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the pocket-size of smiles, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You manage. You didn't just kill those raper in the bowling alley, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my home. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me away, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholiac face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these monsters yet means that it will probably exact fourth dimension. During that time, if you ever want to take a break or blab out to individual, just come find me."

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

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

"Keep it with you, and if you are ever in peril, I will sense it and be capable to find you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her chin on her bridge player with a dreamy expression on her face.



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

She was in the break room of her berth construction, looking in low storage locker for any java cans so that she could make a reinvigorated pot. The prison-breaking room was like any former in the world, with a line of heights cabinets and low cabinets against the wall, a low electric refrigerator, dingy lighting, a table and a few chairs, a"stainless"steel sink, and a shit motivational poster that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

molly was sitting up on the counter like a short kid, curling her hanker blond hair around her fingerbreadth. She was both the equal and contrary to Selene, with gilded hairsbreadth, bright blue eyes, and blench skin, but she had a fit build with voluptuous curves, the double-dyed combination of full genes and countless minute at the gym. She and Selene had been best friends since they were first interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a really shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a individual picture of it anywhere, not on the tidings, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, multitude have their telephone quick to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost rectify in the middle of the metropolis where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a jumbled knot of a few strands of her whisker.

The give-and-take of her ally gave genus Selene a flashback of what Baltoh had said about saint removing all tincture of incidents and even manipulating the media.

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

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

While the coffee was poured, a balding man with glasses and a gravid handlebar moustache stepped into the break room."lady, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a bit Mr. Reed,"molly said with a smiling that was as fake as a politico's promises.

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

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



Coffee cup in mitt, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to hold back her psyche focused on her work, but her idea kept drifting back to Baltoh and her pocketbook, which had his plume stitched into the English, something which mollie had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was born for her to call into question her current biography. After learning that heaven, pit, backer, daemon, and even the God and the Tempter existed, was it really unusual to think she had seen too a lot to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to have intercourse More, she wanted to bring function in Baltoh's struggle against the Demons and just do something that would let her know that she had a place in the swelled world.

putting her purse on her desk so that she could at least stay fresh her eye on the plume, she eventually managed to get some genuine work done.



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of a skyscraper, completely inconspicuous as he gazed out at the city and tried to sense the energy signature tune of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in blaze, the dark spirits were keeping their powers hidden to avoid detection, making it succeeding to impossible for Baltoh to pick them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright pillar of ignitor shown down from the sky like a ray of sunlight piercing a bed of duncish clouds.

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

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

The Word of God of the argument carried a weight and ominous shade that no former language held, as it was the language of the Scheol ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a build of speech production that was very serious to man. If spoken in the universal public, every mortal within hearing would be brought to their articulatio genus by crippling sickness. Speaking entire idiomatic expression like Baltoh had just done would cause them to throw up and begin bleeding from their oral cavity, nose, and even ears and eyes.

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

The garden angelica's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore the boot, baggy pants, a cincture, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The only remainder were that his clothes were as white as his plume, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a pair of shackle on his wrists, though his did own the rosary bead chains. His skin color was a lot sixpence than Baltoh's Second Earl Grey skin tone, and he lacked claws, a nates, and of path, a pair of Demon flank. His ear were pointed and he had a single descent of red rippled 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 language of Heaven.

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

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

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

"Even if you attacked me Michael, it would do you no good. You know as well as I do that my power is worlds apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both existence of twinkle and iniquity, making me far stronger than you could ever desire to be. be intimate your place, Archangel."

"Your hauteur is truly that of a Demon, trial impression that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned odium. Not to remark the fact that you have the Sami habit of getting involved with hoi polloi as the dark beasts that provender on misery. You have caused catastrophic damage to the urban center without even eliminating all traces of your existence and have even socialized and murdered humans. This is a crime of the high order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The law of nature of Lord mean null to me. Your B. B. King is a apathetic fool, at least I do near in this world. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"offense"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a brilliant flash of spark from his decoration and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of sprain gold wire with a ruby knob, the bronze precaution was shaped and engraved to calculate like a dyad of Angel fender, and the blade was sterling ash grey but unassailable than steel.

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

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

"The situation is truly serious, you know that substantially than anyone. This prison term, Heaven can not give to continue out of the kettle of fish,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

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

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the metropolis, with a marble-sized sphere of sorry energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his index digit."Then I'll fire a Dark Pulse straight into the city and blot out the succeeding three mi of buildings."

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

"I'm half daemon, remember ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a diminished smiling.

Michael glared at Baltoh for various arcsecond before turning around."The next sentence I see you, I will not hesitate to cut you down,"he warned before spreading his wings and flying away.



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern out deep below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in fear and pain was a girl at his feet, eighteen class old with auburn whisker and blench skin. She had her hands wrapped around her ankles, trying to turn back the bleeding from her break up Achilles sinew. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her script if she tried to crawl away.

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

The sphere trembled as a claw-like full point protruded from the side. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony point to let out itself. The two claws pushed against the side of meat of the sphere in opposite directions, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional pall, to a lesser extent than a base long, and slowly showing more of their actual size. As the blob-like pall was expanded, more hook-like pincer were reaching out of the fiery profoundness of the small-scale reflection, latching themselves onto the edges of realness and pushing it, basically clamping onto the charge border between Earth and Hell itself.

At a meter in diameter, the interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a electrocution burrow with black fog pouring out. The pincer that were hooked around the boundary of the vena portae were the size of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree logs, and with each spread out space that formed by stretching the portal site, another chela would touch out and latch onto the bound, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven pes in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breathing place. The ogre looked remarkably exchangeable to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle trunk and feature, only he didn't have fuzz and his twisted horns were more like the trumpet of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the daemon, he wore a medieval-style wench of armour shell and had a metal trammel on each carpus.

"shucks you, you could make at least helped me. That was barely wagerer than being summoned,"the Demon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

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

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

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

Rimmon clicked his fork glossa at Abaddon's tone."So helpless. I know what my order of magnitude are ; you don't have to remind me. But in order to do that, I need to have a go at it that you are following your Order as well. Why in the darkness Lord's public figure have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human horde yet ? !"

"I've been waiting for us to all get our strong suit back after crossing over. The Gargoyles and I need to be in pique shape before we take action, just in slip an Angel or Baltoh shows up. I'm still recovering from my battle, so it will still claim time to regain my full specialty,"Abaddon defended before sitting back down on the boulder.

"fountainhead have you at least picked your targets ?"

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

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

"Hold on, I don't want us to start up this mission on the wrong base,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girl on the ground by the dorsum of her shirt and threw her like a discarded coating. Rimmon caught her by the wrist joint and grinned, taking great delight in the way she cried as he dug his pincer into her soft flesh.

"These sustenance humans are so much more than pure and intolerant to pain than the captive in Hell, their screams of torment and abasement are like music. Torturing this one girl will give you as often vigour as eating five. She's a small gift to help you regain some strength."

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

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern out level. The scare sobbing victim desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the flooring, but was stopped and gave a agonizing scream as Rimmon slashed her across the backbone with his claws, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't pour down me, please !"she begged of the fiend.

Rimmon gave a cruel laugh and crouched down over her, grabbing her pilus and pulling her caput back."You will die, but when I'm through with you, you'll be begging for last,"he hissed in her ear before licking the binge off her aspect with his longsighted forked tongue.

The girl gave another abominable belly laugh as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and panties. Her lily-white rear was now wet with rip from five deeply gashes. Wrapping his tail around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her deal and articulatio genus as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed head of his briery cock pressed against the untouched lips of her snatch. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her flesh with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a undivided cruel shove.

As the serrate phallus tore through the girl's virgin cunt and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so loud in annoyance and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasance. Rimmon groaned in evil bliss as he let his cock become accustomed to the softness of the char's cunt. Blood was trickling in a unfluctuating current, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her interior, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an aim of that size of it moving through such a small and tight opening is like using a jackhammer for a surgical dent, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a near fully grown 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 place, and it's grueling to decide whether the mental pain was the big or physical pain.

Licking his lips, the monster pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as flash and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the head and ridges scraping against the hemorrhage track. The trickle of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped handwriting and drank it like it was elixir of eternal young person. With his grip on his overrefinement slave tightened, Rimmon forced his tool back into her brutalized puss. This metre, the girl did not pipe up in agony or humiliation, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The hurting and genial scarring was so vivid that her belly actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's twat was prissy and wanton ( or ripped unfold like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth River, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her emetic, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable torture that was burning inside her from the waistline. The sole way she could line the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting thoughts of her slay syndicate, her stolen virginity, her sully purity, her tainted self-pride, and her subjugated defenseless bleeding body played like a repulsion movie that she could not face away from.

The torture victim's only stand-in came from the fact that she would soon be perfectly, that the incredible stemma red was making her unrestrained, and that her total lower body had been so heavily damaged that her face were only one-half functioning.

After twenty bit of the savage torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his Cy Young victim, who was nearly catatonic. The cleaning lady's twat was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so roughshod and heavily that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her spread, and shredded the figure inside like grass under a weed whacker. Her slit looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to remark the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a hitch ragdoll, her back talk open, her eyes glazed over, and her brain almost completely shut down.

detection life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his cock into her soft backtalk. As if woken up from a bad dream, the female child suddenly became unfounded and tried to campaign the Demon away, but could not free herself or remove the phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain in the ass from her trauma came back, prompting her to project up with Rimmon's tool still in her back talk and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an wild lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the girl's esophagus. The brutalized girl gave one final scream as the acidic goo began to bite through her song cords, but quickly became silent as her arteries and spinal cord were the adjacent to go. With her principal being severed from her body, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the last sentence he had such a great fuck. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like annulus of armour plates that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some short people and a few living ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and sunny as common, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in mass and sweat as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backbone of their limousines, tired from a foresighted day of treasure hunt.

No one paid any attention to the mute man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his hired man. What mass didn't see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the spotter line set up by constabulary, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the perfect target.

Holding up the feeding bottle and a ignitor, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the mass around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a rippling in the crowd. 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 get off the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated zilch refused to give off more than a few sparks.

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



A berserk affluent businessman stepped out of a buffet car, straightening his tie with an erratic facial vellication as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human being body. With his suitcase in handwriting, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to simmer down her down. Clutched tightly in her deal was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a greenback saying that servants should instruct to lend nutrient faster.

It was a small move, one that really cause any equipment casualty. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive snake pit of choler and resentment. Similar musical note were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The damp nighttime was filled with the sound of spraying paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge message on public surfaces in ruby. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood spattering. The messages were things like ‘ GOD hate pansy ’, ‘ kudos ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE mansion, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as people would walk to their cars and witness that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper pricker had been the butt of this malicious mischief, both democrats and republicans. As people struggled to get to work, the vast cascade of offensive messages that had been spread across New York were in the cognitive operation of being washed away by desperate street cleanser, trying to erase them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a stop in the hall of her office, having caught the audio of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her helping hand on the doorcase, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two cleaning lady talked in quiet voices by the fridge.

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

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

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

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

"Blood covered the wall and almost all of the tiddler showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The law are tearing the urban center apart to receive the tiddler that were taken ! I can't even reckon what they've been forced to endure, those poor kids !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious construction throughout the city, as well as in front of urban center Hall, with mass praying for the safety of the taken children and mourning their atrocious deaths. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting International attention. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the daimon and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with adequate strength to tumble it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled stiff of the kidnapped shaver. Already a big puddle of origin was forming in the hollow parking lot from the butchered consistence. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave screech of brat, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the enchantment materialized two large wooden crossbreed on the Gargoyle's back, each to a greater extent than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn wildcat were instantly slammed into the ground with enough force to shatter the pavement, and even though the behemoth mark were only laying on them like fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, they could not bring up so often as a finger, as the gravity acting on their organic structure had been multiplied to the degree where their demonic bones were about to snap.

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



The mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes. It was almost midnight and he was trying to figure out what was going on in his urban center. 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 TV of it could be found, which was as orphic as the geyser itself.

A knock on the door drew his aid and one of his aide stepped in, trying to help sort the mess out."Mr. Mayor, you're going to require to derive see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the city Hall that were working through the nighttime, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few constabulary officers, were standing around a van-sized pile of sheet of paper of fabric, sitting in the street right in battlefront of the building.

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

Once of the police officers picked one of the flat solid and held it to the sparkle of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a unspoilt tone at it."It's an American language flag…"

"My god, they're all American English iris,"another officeholder said, shining his flashlight on the pile.

Standing on the stairs of metropolis residence, completely undetectable by the human beings, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his hand. With a gingersnap of his fingers, the entire mass was consumed by flak, forcing everyone to jump off back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.



One by one, the pillars of man civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire foundation of guild to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the impression of the late-morning sunshine on her half-naked body and the chance to sleep in. Her cat was curled up side by side to her, but without admonition, it bolted up and jumped onto her back, refusing to lay or sit down.

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

A phantom shifted across her cheek, causing her to unfold her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her windowpane with his fender extended outside and his tail curling and swishing behind him."full morning,"he said with no face.

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

"I wanted to check in on you. I haven't been so bemused with my William Holman Hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to fix for certain you weren't in danger or anything."

Even without any emotion in his interpreter, genus Selene blushed at his headache."You're right, it's like the people of this city instantly turned into rabid animate being,"she said as she stood up out of bed.

Selene was wearing nothing but a shameful thong and a couple bra that was struggling to go for in her full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked organic structure, Baltoh could experience a very strong gumption of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet toothsome figure. As usual, the effectiveness of these feelings of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the persuasiveness of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, genus Selene blushed again as she walked over to her chest. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to take out a pair of blue jean out of the abject drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass second joint and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could spring a quarter across the room. Her black lace thong was nestled between the two brass like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade hide, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her feet into a pair of slim-fit jean. She slowly pulled up the blue jean with the waistband being dragged tightly against the back of her pegleg, the way a mud sculptor would tangle a bowed stringed instrument across her innovation in progress to cook it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the back of her thighs with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lips and keep his calm as his rushing lineage began to enlarge his cock.

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

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

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

The white tank top came down over her breast, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her psyche from slope to side, straightening out her foresightful hair's-breadth."happy ?"she asked with a wry grinning.

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

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

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't headache, the halo is mostly just a symbolic legerdemain of my archangel status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the universe around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of twinkle, see ?"

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

"So secernate me, do you have any memory of the the great unwashed that you once were ? You seem to sympathize ethnic mention just ok,"she asked while setting up the umber maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her flat and looked at everything on the walls and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the prison term soul in Hell break down to disperse, they've already undergone so lots torture that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the memory I get are of mass's patterns in their day-after-day lifetime, like their agreement and prospect of their acculturation. While I don't think ever meeting a doc or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my sympathy of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to earth tens of 1000 of times to escape from Hell when I am overpowered and end is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the solid food chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to raze the city of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th hundred Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and beheading malefactor, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, 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 people that you were created from was a Nazi-hunter, that means you can't be to a greater extent than a few decades old."She inquired.

"Time in Hell relocation at a much faster pace than in the man macrocosm, a ace day here is an stallion twelvemonth there. It's hard to secern just how old I am as Hell has no season or yearly changes, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is Hades like ? I get a vague idea, but I'm curious. coffee ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human human body in gild to find their strength, but holy person and Archangels do not require upkeep. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

hell is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as tumid as this one but the name ‘ Scheol'denotes both the full kingdom and the one region that is actually occupied by human being and unholy spirits is a I planet in vacuous space. 95 % of the planet Hell covered by a sea of fire that burns for all infinity, but there is a place known as the islet of the Damned. It's the exclusively landmass in all of underworld so it's the exclusively place with merely residents, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where about of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of geographical zone, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of prisoner and unlike kind of penalty. The zones are divided up not only by the heptad Deadly Sins, but by other factors and geographical factor. mankind that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their pain. I consider myself prosperous that my enemy don't have that trait. Even in Hell, being with Angel or Demon vigour are individual, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of consideration and those who meant to do good. Suicide victim, heroes that have committed murder to lend DoJ, and even mass who committed law-breaking completely by accident. Unfortunately, the majority of the hoi polloi in Scheol are there only because of small violation 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 fourth dimension in this country ; do you go to perdition if you get an abortion ? They say its murder."

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

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

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

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

"I do have it away that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the swoon aroma of immorality. Abaddon and his henchman are taking over humans and using them to grow tensity and cause pandemonium, though it has already gained momentum and no longer requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the tidings, but a woman just threw a crashing bottle of gasolene into a mosque while it was full of people. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no remorse in taking her life-time. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced views ( I'll probably kill them later ), new objection chemical group are starting and they are patrolling the city with political sign, and I've already found three bushed bodies."

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

Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the quoin of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial manslayer that takes the spirit of innocent mass. My name means"righteousness"in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of iniquity of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victim, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to do harm and attain others suffer, I use my hate to end the torment they inflict and bring the justice that must rule. hate is like fire, in that it can put down all in its way of life, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

genus Selene regained her smile and her eyes were filled with admiration, sparkling like gemstone so beautifully that Baltoh could not attend away from them.

"To be true, I have no clue what the daemon 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 movements while they bring some program to fruition. I can't track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their powers with adequate energy for me to sense or their homo hosts are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't find them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, postponement for one of them to reveal themselves or wait until I can key a possible normal and predict where they will strike so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island mesa and leaned over it, looking in Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a feeling that thing are going to retain to escalate. These acts of fierceness and malicious mischief are now occurring without the monster'influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can't incur them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to go forth New York until I can get the situation under control."

genus Selene smiled."There is no way I'm leaving you or this metropolis. I've always wanted to be somewhere of interest, somewhere where there is something astonish 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 matter to thing in the world, so I'm not leaving unless you leave."

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

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

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

genus Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to cite awards from other schooling groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrise homework, sport, school clubs, and a social life history. It never got to me, because the Thomas More I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better I became. I was like a tongue ; no subject how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smiling grew little, but did not evaporate."I could never observe a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had couple boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn't last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could pass my life trying to climb like a drop-off look or translate like a volume written in Latin."

She then leaned over the mesa with her chin resting on her manpower."I wish I could turn back these doubt. You've spent your whole biography fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven't lived like a regular 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 unknown,"she huffed, while maintaining her small smile.

Baltoh rested his chin on his hands the same way, looking into her eyes."What I was or what made she who I am should not weigh, only who I am now should weigh. You don't need a retiring to feature a future, you only need a present from which that futurity 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 have some faith."

After the password passed her brim, the human and the loan-blend both became silent, staring into each other's eyes. Slowly, they began to actuate forward, in increase of mensuration so small that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their sassing parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.

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

"I should go, I have to find those fiend before matter get out of script,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.

As he turned around, about to turn nonphysical and mountain pass through the wall, Selene spoke."Baltoh, take your clip. You've piqued my pursuit, so don't think you're leaving any time soon."

Baltoh mirrored the grin on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the walls and levels of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire safety valve of the building across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a glum grin.

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



Selene and mollie were sitting on a work bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. deep in the background, the phone of chanting protestors and honking railway car could be heard in the urban center, but the commons itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to love the prissy weather condition before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the quirky dream last night…"molly hummed as both women leaned back in the work bench with their eyes closed, trying to drench up as much sun as potential like a pair of dozing cats.

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

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

"mollie, we agreed never to sing about that night, call up ?"she hissed.

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

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

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

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



Dec 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the carrel maze with a half-full credit card cup and a spectacular stumble. This was the live time they would allow pot liquor, and for good reason. The function party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol tier rose with the lateness of the eve and genus Selene had probably the highest. Bored and more than drunk to settle to pop out photocopying her ass, genus Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk 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. beating-reed instrument's office door, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a moustache drive from their ugly boss. She did not hear the moans or flesh clapping of two the great unwashed having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whine of mollie. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. molly was sitting in her foreman'chair, her blouse spread out with her limb across her bare titty, her thong and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her pegleg ( 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 interestingness. The busty blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"genus Selene, close the door !"

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

Molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a butt without even turning it off."I was bored as Hell, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most well-to-do electric chair. John Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober plenty to ram. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the passel of her friend's lily-white D-cup breasts, landing strip-flat belly, smooth second joint, and wet shaved slit, and molly seemed literally open to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equation, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping ethanol, 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 barrage fire, not to remark my weapon system are exhausted."

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

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

hybridizing her legs, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at story clock time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene seem a smidgeon skittish at the sight of her pussycat, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

mollie handed her the vibrator."I just necessitate you to ferment this in me, just like a lie with simple machine. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a simple party favor, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just help me get off, it's not like I'll Tell anybody about this. Come on, you would help me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and Forth River at the toy and the spread lips of her friend's pussy, hungry for pleasure. A persona of her was saying that this was going a trivial too far, but the repose was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a acquaintance, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blond drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky pulp of her moist Department of the Interior. The auditory sensation of the intimate call made Selene excited and unquiet, but she proceeded to proceed the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Piston in molly, the fresh succus 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 feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasure on Molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her prostrate abdomen rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her peg openly spread, carelessly putting her inunct vagina on showing.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet-smelling feeling of her Friend's pussy was making her body tremble with warmth and excitement. True, she had never felt any variety of attraction to adult female, at least no Sir Thomas More than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or stimulation when molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly sizeable amount of segmentation. Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her natural peculiarity. And she had to admit that the symphonic music of molly's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a duad minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full hand and was working it in her friend with speedy speed, making Molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

"Oh my god, you actually figure out your own juices ?"

"Of row, I am pleasant-tasting !"

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

Selene's completely dead body became inflexible as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her pharynx, nearly making her vomit from the sinfulness of her friend's flavor. She tried to pluck away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to take in it. mollie truly was a ascendant drunk, but even with split rolling down her boldness from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from mollie's pussy.

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

"lack some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inactivity. With a smile, Molly got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her puss, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one slope while Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blond's center. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two charwoman began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their natural language began to encounter. At start it was the slightest accidental pinch, then string section of saliva could be seen stretched between their brim, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of pleasure between her stage to continue.

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

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

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her knife into her friend's oral fissure and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lip rouge shade blending together, mollie grasped Selene's mitt and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the inebriant, Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling mollie's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hand, molly pulled off genus Selene's dame and panty with the other, revealing her own twat, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingerbreadth into genus Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless buss. Both women began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a replicate genus Helix. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and loosen Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their cloth prison house. Molly moved up past Selene's capitulum and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's breasts in communication channel with their faces.

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

Curious, submissive, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her sassing around Molly's teat, sucking on them hungrily and making mollie coo not just in physical cloud nine, but in the noesis that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to glean the benefits. Molly lowered her oral sex and multicoloured genus Selene's areolas with her natural language, taking incredible atonement in the taste and flavor of her soft flesh.

For several arcminute, the two cleaning woman sucked on each former's tits like leach, practically leaving pimple on their pointing nipples. With a coy grin, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above genus Selene's face.

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

First pulling her long blond hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the squashy entering to her cunt, making Selene groan softly in euphoria. Taking the opening move, Selene raised her head and buried her face in Molly's perfect tense ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old fellow had done to delight her as mollie's smooth ass brass were clenched against the face of her typeface. Molly gave the like moan and continued to go down on genus Selene, essentially turning the two fair sex into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet slit, mollie purred and hummed from the appreciation alone as she sucked up every pleasant-tasting drop of the womanhood's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a ophidian raciness. Beneath her, Selene was becoming to a greater extent and more habitual and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her tongue inside her supporter the Lapp way that Molly was moving her knife in hers. She too was taking huge amounts of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet slit resting on her expression, but the frizzly excitement making her whole body buzz at the softness of those delicious pussy lip and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through Molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it agitate and growl in Selene and using it to draw forth more pussy succus to salute up. The office was filled with the sounds of the adult female's moans of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with genus Selene's oil. Licking her smiling lips, molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's face so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's curvaceous ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth River in genus Selene and making her feast her legs across-the-board, pointing her high school bounder at the ceiling.

"That's the right way, dear. Lick my twat,"Molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene's smooth leg and continued to roll in the hay her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, Selene was desperately trying to overtake her breath between slurps, but molly's naked flesh was covering her face every second base. 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 Selene's nerve back between her intone ass.

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

genus Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her tongue as far into mollie's whoreson as potential while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of nirvana. Molly gripped her tit until the pallid peel turned pinko, moaning and crying out in euphory as Selene's easy wet natural language burrowed into her anus, tickling the attender moist anatomy. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her massaged pussy lip wanted the pleasure to never end, not to mention that Molly's soft liquid ass felt amazing on the incline of her side. Her dedicated elbow grease were driving mollie insane in ecstasy, making her unconstraint her breasts and instead rub her slit frantically, soaking her finger in her succus before sucking on them.

After almost five moment, molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bent down, licking her brass clean like a dog licking a dirty plate. Selene had a drunken grin on her aspect as Molly's tongue ran up her face.

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

mollie grinned in arousal and lied back on the base, desperate for a second course of delicious pussy. genus Selene moved up over mollie's cheek, but in the reverse direction when their theatrical role had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her pussy. The second Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much with child pressure on her pinnace lips as molly's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the unbelievable pleasure being given to her, genus Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small desktop feng shui guts garden. She was completely infatuated with the entire softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of Nepeta cataria.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right hand between her branch. Upon its insertion, Molly nearly arched her back in raptus, for the flavor of the toy shaking every single centimetre of moist flesh in her twat and the soft lusciousness of genus Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before foresighted, Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to experience what her supporter had experienced. She changed her stead, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. mollie took the message and practically plunk into Selene's tight asshole, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the unmanliness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so skilful. Keep licking, hold on licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her kitty-cat and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to accrue off balance.

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

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so molly took the first step. Nearly scraping Selene with her gamy heels in her excitement, molly interlocked the two women's pegleg. Very gently, the shine lips of their pussies kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

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

grinning and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their pussy sassing aggressively osculate and smother each other over and over again. Their groan reached new tier of volume and timber as the effeminateness they felt surpassed everything else from that Night. Ripples traversed their glassy smooth eubstance as their second joint clapped against each other over and over again and their brim seemingly fused together with each sensual candy kiss. As their bodies moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each former's chest, rubbing their medallion against each other's nipples.

The two stunner continued like this for several minutes until sharing a cooccurring coming. Their twat were as soaked as dish aerial parazoan, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juices, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like hotdog in the summertime from their effort. Their soundbox were both covered in a glistening film of stew, spit, and vaginal succus, catching the light and illuminating their bosomy curves.

Catching her breather first, Molly sat up and swathed her bridge player in the wet concoction between their pussycat and licked it off as if it were water from the natural spring of young person. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to run up, licking the travail off genus Selene's luscious breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the interior of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived genus Selene, and she could finally palpate the effects of the inebriant wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling molly and at her own raw body, suddenly filled with a mix of pity and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her long after the party to recall everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, matter had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to babble out Selene into another sexy crack, and while genus Selene always said no, she could not cut that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before see. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her wooden leg, Selene often found that her trump orgasms when memories of eating out mollie slipped into her fantasies. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her life, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave mollie for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best friends. As practically as she denied it, in her subconscious mind, the only understanding why she never took Molly up on her sexual offer was because she didn't want to elaborate their friendship any further. Though as the computer storage flashed through her intellect, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some space from Molly so that she could clear her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in strawman of the daycare center from which they had killed half of the children and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, notes, and photos of the numb and missing fry, while the street was covered in trash and bill from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could withdraw place and what kind of man their children were living on. The street was completely void, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their soundbox invisible to prevent the Light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mime and licked his backtalk."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich people in suffering and ramp that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the children was a overbold motion, as now the humankind of this city are close to rioting from fear for themselves and their eff ones and anger that this was allowed to take place. I don't know which is more delectable, the flesh and blood of those minor or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the homo globe. However, with my power at its maximum storey and this city acting as the perfect training ground of malice and suffering, the simply way the variables could be skillful aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed burial ground while torturing a few pleasant-tasting man,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his prongy tongue.

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

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

Regaining his grinning, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny discerp paw."The blood of a tike, for a picayune extra circumstances,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red pool on the ground.

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

Baltoh's head perked up as a blue gumption of foreboding passed through his creative thinker."So, you finally hold your movement, huh ?"

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the source of the dark-skinned office grade he was sensing.



A howling confidential information blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial patch set on the pavement. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery tissue layer about ten feet in diameter with the two Demons at the very sharpness. inkiness lightning crackled above the membrane and a large phantasm could be seen underneath the burning vitreous surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the loanblend muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten saint appeared. The men and char were dressed in Andrew D. White Thelonious Monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not sure if my destiny just increased or decreased. Either way, this will essay to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his blazon to his sides. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his radiocarpal joint as two brand of black steel burst out of the book binding of his men, analogue with his weapon system and each protruding more than a infantry past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his brand, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two angel were combining their power to summon a repairing barrier around the expanse. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred infantry, but in this case, the illusionary domed stadium had a spoke of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his onset with one of his blades and aimed his liberal paw at Michael."fiend Art : wickedness beat !"

A colossal centre beam of Demon energy erupted from the tip of the brand reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding building as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the blast. The United States Department of Defense brought him to a dead diaphragm, but with his vane, he was able to split the electron beam and half and deflect them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering blast, but with the holy person working to preserve the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to drive through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating kick to the Demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the torrid membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a construction, bringing the social organisation crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the steel with one of his claw and was about to foresee with a twinge from his stinger-like tail, but the clang was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a scourge spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could relate, he and Michael were run over by a soaker of black flaming, slamming into them with Thomas More index than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a business of buildings. thick swarm of dust and smoke billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the black fire.

With a mightily fluttering of his wing, Rimmon zoomed across the path of destruction and into the dust cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his blades. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the dust swarm, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the devil's blades with their swords.

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

The entire street was lit up as a panoptic but focused golden laser surged from the tip of his hook, consuming the Demon as the be and opposite of the nighttime pulse rate tour. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his daemon flank. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the brand, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the loan-blend could retaliate, Michael placed his mitt on his foe's extension and shouted a go."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ holy person Art : holy place Thunder yowl !'

In a blinding flash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a stinger missile. Wrapped in smoke and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the building next room access, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another fire, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a virgule across Michael's chest and sending a splutter of bloodline across the wreckage of the building around them.

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

In a Split moment, the entire urban center stoppage was riddled with hopeful glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a prosperous explosion, so powerful that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom-shaped cloud cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning rite while the ten saint that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep back the barrier from shattering under the combined great power of the three fighters.



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



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

Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the ring of gilt light source, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a bellowing, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning train of thought no longer binding them. Spinning like elevation, the rings of twinkle swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the ogre and hybrid.

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

stretch like rubber, his poop extended to several times its own length and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibleness. Swinging his fanny wildly, Rimmon deflected the halo, 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 fight had now moved, and the hybrid, garden angelica, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The saint that Michael had brought with him had been forced to affect the roadblock to keep the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of mass in the battleground and repair the damage. Already, the Angel had removed half of the masses in the orbit, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many holy person been called from Heaven to suppress such a high level of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downwards cleave of his sword. With his higher-ranking office, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the primer coat with the edges of their steel 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 deep crack boxed everyone's ears as a channeled bolt of lightning of favourable energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straightaway direction. It was not true electric lightning, but it had like speed and power.

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

A smart flash of black lighter flared before him as a table-sized headstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The bolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the divinity fudge Ray, its penetrability came at the monetary value of its timing, and before the dash 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 ostentation !"

In a blinding display of radiancy, every plumage on Michael's extension lit up like a miniature genius, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to happen, Baltoh wrapped himself in his fender, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected pang. Just like before, the blade bounced off the surface of his annexe with little more than a transient shower bath of sparks.

Baltoh opened his flank once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the pharynx. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no fourth dimension to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the center of the now vacate street. In a jarring pulse equalize to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming blossom into a deeply crater and every window in the arena was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like detritus. Michael's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost cognisance from the pain of the impact, but such a blow would only criticize him out for a very legal brief time.

Baltoh raised his optic as Rimmon swooped down with his brand held out, desperate to make a lethal rap. Without any effort, he swung his sword and knocked the vane aside the instant the ogre came in his kitchen stove, then in a I fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful recoil to the fiend's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small crater forming every time he touched the ground.

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

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to avoid the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a arrest a hundred meter away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the archangel's slash with his bare hired man. Like the rope of a running noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's hindquarters snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural persuasiveness, he flung the Archangel towards the side. Michael crashed into the presence of the Chrysler Building and drilled a pickle straight through it with his torso before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining balance wheel in the air, Michael pointed his backstage down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire scattergun entire of birdshot, his fender began launching one C of feathers each second, with each one glow with a white aura and packing more power than a .50 armor-piercing bullet. With a calm expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his apparent movement were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A full waterspout of arc flashed in nominal head of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would induce struck him. The rest of the arrows peppered the priming coat around and behind him, pocking the pavement and ground with head-sized craters and kicking up swarm of rubble and hummer.

Getting to his foot, Rimmon raised his manus and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"daemon Art : Monster Slash !"

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of energy from his nipper, razor lose weight and faster than lightning. In a single import, five credit line appeared on everything within the two-dimensional aeroplane of his solidus. Cut by the Demon's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the intact top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut home run, with Baltoh right hand in its path.

Sensing the thoroughgoing chance, Michael quickly cast a patch."Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at super hurrying, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a one hundred meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and archangel both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler construction dropping towards him with the tip of the column careening straight person towards his position, they shouted their spells.

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

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

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

Balling his handwriting into fists, Baltoh held his coat of arms out to his incline and released an animalistic holloa that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of White and black power rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing bonce like water on rock-and-roll, 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 fly for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to develop, reaching a mile in r alone before finally bursting into a mushroom-shaped cloud cloud. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the explosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his physical body and consuming him.

The Angels manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to restrain the blowup contained and unnoticed to the exterior globe, but even they couldn't cover version up the shockwave it released. tip flooded the entire city of New York with unequaled strong suit, shattering thousands of windows, knocking masses off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping baron line of products to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city to shake violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteoroid and the clouds above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the standard atmosphere. Already, the one C of angel that had arrived to the metropolis, as well as hundred more arriving from Heaven at that very moment, were using their exponent to embolden the area as it had been before the combat, basically turning back sentence so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the empty people in the exact Lapp spatial relation that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unhurt, removed any memory board of the setting, and woke them up, leaving no one to distrust a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar sense of dread dead reckoning through his mind like an electric current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's might, 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 wings and flying east towards the source of the ominous presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's unfathomable index sniff out Rimmon's world, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on dying's door."darn it, that cocky prick went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the backer still around, I'll really need to work to get some reinforcements."

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

From the articulated lorry permeable portal to hell, a wickedness physical object rose up in the street like the hand of a snake god bursting up from the grassy grime of its grave. The object was a tower, ten feet in diam and XL feet in height, made of calcareous obsidian and covered in blood-red symbolisation. The base of the tower was adorned with carvings of homo skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style wind stratum of different ivory and limbs. Near the top, a tumid snarling Gargoyle expression was carved in each side, all with the exact same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one point in time, above the very center of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting sound began to exhale from the dagger, with multiple bass voices murmuring curses in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, coloured storm cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the ink-black vapours. Throughout the urban center, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and shapes and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the universe of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this sinister oppression, mass throughout the urban center began to feel sick to their venter and lightheaded, as the dark malevolence of the artefact poisoned their judgment like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can survive in this worldly concern is all that I need. Soon our plans will come to fruition, and the end of days will be at bridge player,"he said with a sorry laugh before becoming intangible and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his deal balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut medallion. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it difficult to suppress his violent impulse. He despised these artifacts for their unnaturally potent influence, not to mention he found their asinine evil highly disturbing.

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

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

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

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

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

Being so close to the dagger was taking a grueling toll on her physical structure, so much so that she could barely stay put on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiles."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a ignition lock of her pilus, he held his claw hand over her face."angel Art : Laying On Of work force. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid brightness were running through her veins, Selene's body began to glow as the first go repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the endorse spell wrapped her in a thin layer of holy Energy Department, protecting her from any further affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a oceanic abyss shuddering breath.

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

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

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

genus Selene's breathing became ready and shoal as she listened to Baltoh and stared at the forbidding tower.

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him."demon will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength encouragement, not to mention it energizes the evilness intent of all the hard liquor around it. Often when they are used, it is to drag up the strong suit of an army of Gargoyles and set them unloose upon me, or tone the pitch blackness mettle of the truly vicious human being residents of Hell to aid them join together to spring a Demon-level wight without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human being world, but just being here could drive the citizenry of this city so baseless with furor and malice that they could rip New House of York apart like a mob of rabid wolves."

All her life, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fearfulness at trying something new and turn on ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, peck climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed pillar, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagery, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt like at any second, something terrible was about to encounter, or that the obelisk was live and staring heterosexual person at her, like a serial publication cause of death before he makes his move. This crippling signified of dread and holy terror sent shivers up her spine and made her feel like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking substitute, 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 hard and more often just breaks. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still birth heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with pure holy place DOE and try to kill it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

Snapping his fingers, Baltoh opened up a vena portae to infernal region right beneath the towboat. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the portal vein as if it had been set on a freeze out lake and the ice had broken under its weightiness. With another press stud of his fingerbreadth, he closed his digit, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to enrol and exit the three land at any time, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make signified. If they wanted to use it to increase their king when they fought me, then that other Demon wouldn't have allowed the battle to affect so far away, and if they had some other reason for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or do more than havoc in this city, then I don't understand why they would just desolate it or not hide it in a topographic point where I might not be able to feel their activities. They knew I would see it, why would they go through all that effort to mobilize it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no reason other than the act itself."

"well maybe it was just practice. Is there anything else they can muster ?"

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

He was cut off as a quick flicker of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in distance as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon's mark, Baltoh gave a infuriated holla and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed buttocks before it could take up Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the flak that ended the fight. Almost every in of outer flesh had been burned off his organic structure, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized veins, not to observe that his flank had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this woman ? ! You will repent for your Demon sin, and you will suffer the most painful decease that your wretched kind can experience ! Angel Art : Final Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his mitt, about to sever his own tail so that he could miss, but before the act could be performed, a large white crucifix burst out of the ground behind him, measuring twenty dollar bill understructure in pinnacle and eight feet wide-eyed at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a bellowing of brat as whiplash with pieces of jag metal braided into the chain wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless trunk. Unable to go, Rimmon could do little More than howl as a three large nails materialized, the commencement two driving through his palms and the tierce piercing his ankles and securing them to the side of the independent beam. The final restraint came in the configuration of a poll of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the daemon's head, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with blood running down his face. At least, a lance vane appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his black heart.

"Angel Art : holy burn !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

In roaring flash, a bonfire of golden flame flared up at the base of the cross, reaching up and curling around the excruciation Demon. Already bleeding to death with a tear heart and soul and no skin to cover his lacerated brawn, Rimmon gave one concluding howl of agony as the sanctum inferno ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In LE than half a arcminute, Rimmon was reduced to aught but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his dead body like blood from a fatal trauma, and Selene was staring at him with panoptic eyes.

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft hand on his impertinence. The gentle touch and attender attention that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her helping hand calmed his dead body and removed the finally vestige of strain from battle. But while this angelical touch sent waves of blissfulness through his physical structure, Baltoh felt a pond of awe and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from siren blaring in the desktop as cops sped throughout the city to reply vandalism and violation phone call. Every Nox, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more chaotic and the multitude were becoming more utmost with their sentiment, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, mainstay of smoke were wafting from two burning construction. One was a Planned parentage that had been set ablaze by some craze pro-lifers, and the former was a community center where an anti-Obama right-wing mass meeting was being held, before some young democrats through in some firework and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the cap of a van in a coloured street, devoid of lights or people. On the ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his mitt, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain to solve his intellect of his confusing cerebration and feelings for Selene and stay focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my liveliness have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the declaration to campaign and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzle my will and leaves me ineffective to fight at my blossom ? I should have been able to kill Abaddon and that other Demon with a picnic of my finger's breadth, Michael should have been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my fair game 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 thought of her blow out the flaming in my person ?'

He held out his handwriting, letting the blood drip from the wound in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the nuisance in his hand, the thoughts of Selene continued to swirl through his judgement, leaving him just as confused as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his drumhead up as a strange sense experience zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in Demon push 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 differentiate him if she was in risk so that he could recover her and help oneself her, but in all honesty, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical activity and a cascade of thoughts running through her judgment. If she had been attacked again, then the song on her trunk and judgment would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to down her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his wings, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much strength and creating such a hefty shockwave that all of the car in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her view, tracking his own energy touch 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 place ? Was someone breaking into her flat ?

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's fervor escape and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human being, he stepped into her bedroom without the little physical hoo-hah. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the stock flush from his organic structure and pool in his cock.

fabrication in her bed was Selene, completely bare and far from being asleep. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet sassing of her twat while she was using her left hand to squeeze and rub down her white meat, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the pillow future to her and she was brushing her face against the plumage sown on the front like a cat against a furniture corner. With each touch of the moist lips that she made with her fingerbreadth, genus Selene would give a gentle coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

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

Selene's cushy coos turned into a gentle moan as she moved from just stroking the sassing of her pussy to full interpolation of her fingerbreadth. Moving her fingers in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole consistency trembling in arousal. With her left hand, she began squeezing her white meat more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already raise from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to sour her fingerbreadth faster and with more energy, sending rippling through her well intone frame as she fucked herself with corking speeding. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and mass and she even moved her left hired man from her subdued boob to the border of the bed, holding on for dear life. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in rapturous hilarity as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic juices. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throe of euphoria flooded her soot black eubstance. Baltoh's breathing was grievous as he watched her finally go calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock 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 tired smiling on her look, she removed her digit from wet pussy and held them over her face. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her finger's breadth, sucking away the oils from her body. Baltoh could not halt a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum sludge from the head of his turncock.

While Selene licked her finger clean of her succulent juices, she reached into her bedside board and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of it of a cucumber, but not as magnanimous as Baltoh's throbbing erecting. Rolling over onto her venter, she got on her script and articulatio genus and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the brim of her slit with the dildo.

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost restraint and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a monster ( a primal creature driven by animalistic inherent aptitude along with the maliciousness of the past tense lifespan that made it ), he was quite sonsie but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a monster, due to his garden angelica physical structure. Being careful not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his body. It was a good thing that he was undetectable to mortals, as every movement of his hand made him grunt in relief.

‘ tinker's dam that feels right ; it's no wonder why humans do it.'

Selene gave a gasping groan as she spread her legs and pushed the dildo into her self-conceited slit, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her paw back and forth, she probed her inside with the sex toy over and over again, moaning softly and panting as she prodded each hot wet corner. Baltoh was biting down on his tongue as he furiously stroked his shaft to the sight of Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

"seminal fluid on baby, have intercourse me harder,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up focal ratio, ramming the dildo into her pussy with renewed vigor.

She moved her bridge player faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her grimace pressed against her purse like a pillow, kissing the plumage that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the foot of the bed, still stroking his dick 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 muddiness had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

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

Using the stack of pillows to produce way for her pegleg 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 handwriting and knees and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching genus Selene's bountiful breast swing and bounce each time she forced the toy into her tumefy pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his rooster, the number one in his animation. Picking up upper, he stroked his cock as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, Selene gave a loud moan as she had her final climax of the night and Baltoh nearly fell over as watercourse after stream of semen sprayed from the head of his putz and soaked the foundation of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the make-do apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's relief, she didn't tinct any of the semen that had landed on the foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covers and closed her eyes.

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija plug-in in the ship's bell tower of the Riverside church, made from the cutis from a adult female's back with the numbers and varsity letter written in blood, and the magnetic disc for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn child. Both had been a very luscious bite. The daemon held his manus over the medium and smuggled lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our mission. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my persuasiveness is no proficient. The test summon was a winner, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the succeeding stagecoach with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and vote out me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

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

"novice Gargoyle spawning opening move and use them as lure while more Demons are summoned. We can only open up one Thomas More door before you are cut off permanently, make it count,"the disk spelled out.

"Another matter, Baltoh seems to be involved with a man char, as he has been seen making frequent plosive consonant to the dwelling of one Selene Kurland. His major power are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you have any parliamentary law or prompting ?"

Again the magnetic disk began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him confused, so killing her would do zilch but sharpen his idea back on you, not to observe it would trigger his rage."

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fire leakage of an position building. As usual, his judgment was completely focused on genus Selene, but this prison term, the cerebration and emotions he was feeling were at their solid. Every metre he blinked, the entire scene of that beautiful char pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his oculus. He already had a throbbing erection as he thought back to it, and in the deeply confines of his mind, he felt lumbering regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being out-of-doors about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the events of the nighttime cast on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two alternative : he could either confront genus Selene and his confusing feelings, or he could stay away from her, end up the foreign mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this muddiness to end and the very view of speaking to her about this made him sick with jumpiness, 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 rest of eternity.

As he reached out with his mind to try and notice the plumage he had given Selene, a cheap ruckus began to build in the background signal, drawing his attention.



Selene and molly were sitting out in the sun at table in battlefront of a coffee shop restaurant. Both were drinking iced coffees, and while Molly was having a plain salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom-shaped cloud soup for the first time. They often came here for dejeuner, and the conversation they were having was of the usual depicted object, but it suddenly took a turn that shook genus Selene with surprise.

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

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

"All the time. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing passion letters that I never chain armour and now just put invigorated 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.

"fountainhead talking about being a kid brought out my inside child, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our nose like milk. Right now, my inner tyke and I are high-fiving in success,"mollie bragged as she skewered several shekels farewell with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad dressing."So what's this guy's name ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

"You could say that…"Selene shrugged, realizing that she would suffer to opt her Christian Bible carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

"No, he just kind of grew up in a discommode home. But he is really bighearted and without a doubtfulness, he's the most get and interesting guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so worry about him ?"

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

"Then why did you bring him up if you weren't going to answer all of my inquiry ? ! Do you have any idea how desperate 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 arrest here and I don't really have it off how to lecture to him about this."

Before Molly could give her advice, a chorus of call coming from the side by side street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the direction of the auditory sensation, which had slowly been growing over fourth dimension but was now impossible to brush off, especially with the police force sirens blaring.

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

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

"genus Selene, wait ! I can't relocation quickly in dog !"Molly called, chasing after her friend.

Cutting through an alley, the two fair sex crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. snag gas filled the air and null could be heard but the dateless shouts of fury and the sounds of protest signs striking riot carapace. 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 exhilaration as a cover for their offense. Every endorse that passed brought more riot fuzz and even more protestors.

With crystal clear bacchanalia shield and shameful Kevlar suits, the officers were More than safe against the protestors ; but it was the turn that were forming a problem. The line of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each former in one way. Those at the front of the swarm beat their signboard and fist against the officers'cuticle, desperately trying to break through and survive as long as they could before being forced to withdraw, due to the pain of being maced and the harm inflicted by the officer's nine. With bleeding faces and broken fingers, those that were unable to defend any longer tried to squeeze between the two architectonic plates that were the fuzz and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with capsicum pepper plant spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few transactions, a cop behind the barrier would cast a teargas canister shot into the crowd, while bricks and scraps were hurled in reply.

Selene and Molly stood in the alley, neither one courageous enough to jump into the disturbance and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown bacchanal, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would take up flying. Pondering what to do, the women 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 pocketbook and helping pass over the blood off his unshaven facial expression. The man did not respond, only shook his head from face 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 straighten out his pharynx and find his genial bearing."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protest. The fat nookie pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the wholly thing into these stripling'faces ! One girl was scream… scream in pain, and when her boyfriend jumped up to punch the cop, he got tased for almost half a minute, and that bastard laughed while he did it.

cypher 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."genus Selene said sadly, pulling the man to his groundwork. He nodded his head and staggered off, leaving the two women alone on the sidelines of the battle.

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

Selene looked at the battle going on not XII base away and clutched herself tightly. ‘ Baltoh, you had unspoilt get here soon, because I have a bad feel 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 decree to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic fuck, not to note a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasy would let to suffice, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shields of the riot police like Persians against Hellene, he breathed in the bout gas like it was the spirit of a sweet flush and basked in his head trip. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the scream, and the results were better than he dared pipe dream.

"Now for the in conclusion ingredient of the recipe…"he said gleefully to himself as he pressed his medal together.

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size of it and loudness, saturating it with his malevolent vigour, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able to sense the activity. Once the air in his lungs was malevolent enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the drove of multitude, with them completely unaware and ineffective to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the Joseph Black fumes rolled wildly above the gang, shaken not by front in the air, but by the choler and furor that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"Demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would act upon quickly enough.



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

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



There were well over two hundred multitude now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough choler and nuisance to spawn at least xv Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their promontory. Catching the electronegative energy billowing like Mary Jane from a tire fervidness, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, undistinguishable anatomy could be seen taking form and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, claws, and wing began to grow. Standing in the alley, genus Selene felt a very cold tremble crawling up her vertebral column, as if mortal was breathing on the spinal column of her neck opening while touching her bare skin with an ice third power. She wrapped sleeve around her breadbasket, suddenly nauseous and filled with apprehension. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, and it was close.

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

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



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

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

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

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The bilk loan-blend only had enough fourth dimension to drive home a body-splitting rush to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all management. In the meter it took for Baltoh to realize that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the squawk, and try to reckon out the management in which the devil was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to touch the bound of the metropolis and had ended the spell to keep his might hidden.

With his whole dead body vibration, Baltoh looked up and released a unholy roar like that of Lion, howling in frustration. That beastly call was so great in mass that almost every windowpane within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a single sustenance puppet could even see it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to attack genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining strengthener and got away with it was the reservoir of his passion. He was used to monster running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to take flight for their lives once the vast difference in strength became apparent. In Hell, well over half of every monster fight resulted in his prey managing to break loose, but this time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed liberate in the homo world, lives were being lost.

"hoot it ! Every time I almost have him, and every time he escapes before I dig my chela into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL FIND YOU ABADDON ! I'LL FIND YOU !"he thundered, causing his energy to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its chilling tank.

All the mass below him were knocked off their groundwork by the hurricane winds that the surge of power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm clouds. Clinging to the side of the construction next to her, genus Selene tried to fight the unstoppable winds pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic snarl, barring his fangs. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two sword clashed with a rainbow of twinkle, but with ease, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a table saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the chest, inflicting a wound that would be fatal to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf game ball with rip pouring from his mouth.

With Michael incapacitated and no other gap, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to terminate. Below him, hoi polloi were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, displume gassed, peppered with broken field glass from Baltoh's roar, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot cops were retreating after what had just happened.

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a mint of freshly slain corpses in the aliveness elbow room of a house on the outskirt of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to opus, the Windows covered, and the threshold locked, giving the fauna the purdah they needed while they grew and matured. With each bite they took, their muscle grew in size and military strength, and their monstrous nervus facialis characteristic became sharper and more distinguishable.

"That's compensate my child, provender, feed and become strong. I need you to be as mighty as potential if you are to act as the martyrs for the end of days."

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old fille with longsighted blonde hair. She was in the quoin, sobbing in panic as she watched the brute feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in Selene's apartment with his fingers tented, waiting in the dark for Selene to follow domicile. While his body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to piece the tidings he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so confused and so nervous, and all at the thought and front of a mere human.

The clicking of a key being inserted into the doorway sent Baltoh's pump 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 pelage and dropped her purse on the nearby kitchen parry. With a deep sigh, she leaned against the island table with her drumhead in her hands, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her name whirl Selene around with across-the-board oculus and she stared at Baltoh, trying to enchant her breathing spell at the hatful of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

Baltoh's lips twisted as he tried to smile."Selene, what I need to talk to you about, it's not about my mission, Demons, Angels, or anything like that… it's about you, and what you've done to me since I got here."He said. genus Selene paled as she tried not to think the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the mesa, ineffective to foregather her gaze.

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the rage and pain of Italian sandwich that suffered for eons in sin, and I have lived my total life for the undivided purpose of fighting and slaying evil. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging conflagration and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger unthaw away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

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

"Not in my total existence have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt down, and I can not think, because you occupy every thought that enters my judgment. Ever since I saved you and obtain you, trying to prevent my intellect focused on anything but you has been like trying to drown out of a whirlpool. If I am to ever finish my mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to work out this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this question ; even if I can not properly discover how I feel about you, do you find the same way about me ?"

Selene licked her lips first with a expression of uncertainty, then with a pocket-size smile.

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

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

With her grinning small but attender, Selene wrapped her handwriting around Baltoh's."I don't have a go at it how to explicate it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my heart and my body ache for you. I haven't developed touch sensation 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 watch, so many specific gear wheel and mechanics that we can only be built with all of our own firearm and no one else's. True individuality is unimaginable in this world, but I know with my spirit and somebody that you are the but one who can possibly complete me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After almost a second of their lips joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dark bedroom. Inside, the alone beginning of illumination was Baltoh's burning halo, casting dancing shadows upon every Earth's surface. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous scar that pocked his muscle and the two horns shroud beneath his thug. Pulling off his drawers, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard penis with a mix of veneration and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would offend and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his rear end flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to undo the release of her white blouse.

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

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

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

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

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

He moved back and forth between her bounteous tit, wrapping his farsighted tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every blot of exposed pelt. Sucking on her nipple like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her boob, stimulating the spiritualist nervus endings to the stop that Selene was nearly chewing off her blue lip in jubilation.

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

remembering back to his human past times spirit in damage of the relocation of intimacy, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his head teacher, he dragged his forked tongue down her vapid belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming adjacent and absolutely desperate for it, Selene stopped him to remove her bird and moist thong. With her knees on his shoulder, Baltoh held his forefront just above the soft wet lips of her pussycat, which carried the faint scent of the goop from her last exhibitor.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a quick lick that nearly made Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long tongue in between the lip like an gadget cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste of her juicy inside. He pressed his rim against the gate of paradise, slurping on genus Selene's slit like he was trapped in a looker and could only use his mouth to escape.

genus Selene could not contain her moan as she felt Baltoh get the knack of orally pleasuring her, making her total lowly body shake from the bliss. Her calls doubled in volume as he fully inserted his tongue into her puss, licking her furthermost depths of her piano inside and mixing his saliva with her juices. genus Selene basically had to bite down on her pillow to hold open from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet spit quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his rim massaged and tickled the initiative. She had her hand on the dorsum of his psyche, pushing his cheek deeper into her sweet bitch and holding onto his saddle horn like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste perception and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every close drop-off out of his piddle feeding bottle.

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

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

"C. H. Best orgasm of my life…"She was only capable to mutter.

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

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

Baltoh did not react, only smiled and gave the warm exhale of a jape. Using his clawed workforce very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his cock and slowly guided it to her Gates of nirvana, pressing the header against the moist, soft brim. Wrapping his bottom around the bed in tense expectancy, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect dick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible closeness of her pussy, but after Sir Thomas More than two minutes for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a tight parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his wings had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't hint, as she could take in sworn the head of Baltoh's dick 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 up a bit of metre to get used to it. But remember when I said that I knew that you would be able to satisfy my every need ? You just further proved it."

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as possible, he slowly pulled out of her, with genus Selene trembling at the sudden people removal. Leaving only the forefront inside, he gave her a minute to steady herself for the succeeding insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet pussy, using her succus as lubricator. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and actual sensation of intimate filling. Having buried his stopcock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a peril, he pushed his shaft into her swollen snatch in a single fortuity, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the deep penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally prison term to really move. Taking the redress position above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in long, steady virgule, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a honest speed, Baltoh let his organic structure continue on robot pilot while he mentally processed the unlike feelings that his dick was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each bump, ridge, and faithful in her pussy. Finally used to his putz completely stuffing her, genus 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 fingers into his back.

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

Changing billet, he sat up on his blackguard and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his swiftness. With each herculean thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his brim as he watched her mammilla bounciness and roller wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in raptus, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an seism of scriptural proportionality was rocking the construction, and her moans of euphoria were replaced with a mysterious gasping call as the head of his prick slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

fanny him, Baltoh's wings were stretching and waving like iris and his behind was writhing like a decapitated snake on the floor, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to quell on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking backside and free rein with it.

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

She didn't need to cease oral presentation, as the subconscious social movement of her paw to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The yearner that he was working, the more he could feel his devil side being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was dire 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 inches from hers, all the while continuing to bonk her like a machine. Selene suddenly gained a very wolfish and excited looking on her side as she felt the modification in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant English taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and put forward to it. She raised her head and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his bring down lip with her dentition with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"Come on baby, I'm so faithful to cumming, be intimate me laborious !"

"Yes my passion,"he said before giving one last sweep of her balmy mouth with his tongue.

Moving his manus to her pelvic arch, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his articulatio genus, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman speeds, slamming her twat so hard and so fast that it was almost barbarous. Trying to stay up with her arms heterosexual, genus Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to vomit. 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 right !"she hollered in ecstasy as he took her like a stallion.

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripple passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic hand clapping sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and house thighs slapping against his pegleg and the theme of his cock. The noise was so deep and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly love what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bounce and ripple while basically skewered on his tool, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside horizon and gaze upon her knocker, which were swinging like the turn punching pocketbook that boxers practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a one C mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate culmination welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking quivering pulsing through their organic structure as their orgasms overcame them. genus Selene released a jubilated screech that could shatter glass as her pussycat became oversupply with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like bellowing as he shot jet after jet of seminal fluid into Selene, filling her up to the full point that watercourse of guck were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gaping semen-filled volcanic crater. Baltoh was in the Lapplander state. Even after fighting in engagement that lasted for months without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to catch his breathing spell. Holding her end, he wrapped his arm and annex around her while kissing her neck.

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

"Being that was my first sentence, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very fragrance of her pilus as pressed his sassing against the rachis of her ear."Is this what love tone like ?"

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

There lips slowly parted and they closed their eyes, wrapped in Baltoh's annex like a blanket. picayune did they bring in, that international, New York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep sleep by a quick wet feeling around his stopcock. With a yawn and a old-hat hum, he opened his optic and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy aspect in her eyes as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tired stretchability and his grinning grew wider as her voiced tongue slathered the rotating shaft with her lips wrapped securely around the head. She then released the pass and pettifoggery on the tip, using it as lubricating substance was she stroked him to a full hard-on with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a curl of her hair, careful not to chafe her face with his tart claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her soft mouth, pressing the tip of her tongue into the dent on the head word while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his grinning widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her easygoing mouth with the headway going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several seconds, genus Selene took his cock out of her oral fissure and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful tit. The soft skin felt absolutely incredible against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

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

"So pleasant-tasting,"she whispered before he sat up and kissed her on the brow.

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

"trade good morning. How did you catch some Z's ?"she asked, kissing him on the forehead in return.

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely astound. In Hell, I always have to log Z's with one eye open if I can even find a rubber place."

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

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

"Well I've always practiced on bananas for when I would find the right guy. Plus my effective protagonist molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me arrow. I'll be honorable, I think I enjoyed it just as often as you did."

At her wrangle, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could smell out something was wrongly, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as solve as it was pungent, like the olfactory perception of a rotting carcass in an enwrap outer space. He could smell energy in the air, both Archangel and Demon and vast amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the cap of Selene's flat building while she sat in her living way, watching the newsworthiness for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking various deep breath, sampling the huge shower of light and night free energy in the air. As far as he could secern, New House of York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of fight or wipeout, but the thick energy that sat in his lungs like dope said otherwise.

"It's the eldritch thing, there are hundreds of missing cases being reported and nonentity knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

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

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

"There was a battle conclusion night, a big one. Whenever bombastic numbers citizenry go missing at once, it means that the force-out of Heaven and Hell faced each other and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any ruined buildings or volcanic crater in the city from finally night, which means that the Angels have been hard at employment, repairing the damage and erasing memories so that no one would ever sleep with. However, what they can not remedy is the death cost. close night, hundred of citizenry were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the engagement, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an furious voice announced.

Without turning away from the urban center, Baltoh's optic swerved up as an Angelica Archangelica descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same Theodore Harold White eagle wing, but his facial characteristic were a great deal difference. While his hair was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his pointed ears, his brow, one through his lowly lip, and three through the nosepiece of his olfactory organ. The garden angelica and Selene paid no attention to each other, 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 evidence yourself,"Baltoh muttered, drawing Selene's confused attention.

With a swear, the archangel became seeable, causing Selene to jump back out of daze and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from nirvana with utter amazement, now having someone to compare Baltoh too former than that brief quite a little of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

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

"shucks it, Baltoh ! Where the hell on earth were you ? You come here from Hell to track down these bastards down, and just when we finally want your help for the first clock time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you dead, because you never make it very decipherable which side you are on.

And her, what the Hades are you doing with a human ? ! 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 passe-partout mean value cipher to me. I do what I want and the power of Eden had better accept that they can do zip about it and should just be glad that I at least keep myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no concern to you, so you best not say another intelligence about her. I was meddling utmost night, so narrate me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. genus Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

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

"muteness !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much power with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knee by the oppressive weight of that bingle word.

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

The garden angelica grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon power and feasting on clean-handed hoi polloi. They were far stronger than Angels and they were fast, causing vast sum of destruction to the city 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 across-the-board approach would only produce fear and unify everyone."

"It was a beguilement, one that Abaddon was able to ask full reward of…"



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his pocket-size squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their born sizing. Having spent the last few hours eating and torturing live human race, they had feasted upon more than decent agony and awe to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level top executive. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to speak and follow monastic order, meaning that they were not advanced enough to regulate their energy into daimon Art, but they could let loose their power in raw unfocused blowup, easily equal to of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simple ; buy me sufficiency time to marshal more Demons from snake pit. To do this, I need you to release as much force as potential so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. reign terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your heart's subject, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and keep on the saint off my rear. Go !"

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



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

"It's been so retentive 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 Hell are always frozen in time."

The two Friend paid no tending to the third base Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same flannel uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a Native American, his brown hair hung down past his shoulder joint, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a duo of backstage on his buttock and a cross on his brow that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to make a few.

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

"I don't know if that's good or bad. I know the Gargoyles wouldn't act so broadly with us here, but I'm starting to guess that it's just a little too subdued. What do you intend, Raffaello Sanzio ?"Michael asked the tattooed man.

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

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

A construction in the aloofness suddenly exploded in a geyser of blackamoor flames, throwing junk is all counseling and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the garden angelica could even move in response, various more buildings were destroyed in early areas, quickly turning into domino lines of destruction. down feather in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the burst and saw the bullet revolt, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist flack ? A huge riot ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending rippling of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a retentiveness barrier around the city ! Raffaello Sanzio, squall forth the angel to start out evacuations ! I'll go inquire !"Michael instructed as he spread his extension and brought forth his steel from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the nearest burst, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a magical spell, with the other raising his hired hand and the latter pressing his paw down on the ground.

"Angel Art : Fading dreaming Realm !"Gabriel called.

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

"Angel Art : angel Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A riffle of ignitor pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the country able-bodied to hear him."All Angels written report ! Begin the elimination of humans within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcing stimulus !"



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

Moving as slow as a slug, a repugnance Obelisk slowly began to ascend from the basis. Having practiced with that first Obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the zip handling required to land Forth non-sentient physical object into the human world from hell, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The dagger was the quartern of a group scattered across the city, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new big businessman, they would be impregnable enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guards took flight of stairs, heading east towards the bound of the city. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his safeguard were ineffective to vagabond too far from their expanse of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only vitiated, meaning that they could move at far smashing distance. The farther they could get from the forces of Heaven, the well their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with iniquitous amphetamine, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible spot to ensure his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his digit. This was the material psychometric test, summoning repulsion dagger was one thing, but this was a unscathed other conference. Abaddon slammed his script onto the dry land, having dredged up his power to its maximum level."ogre Art : Conjuring burying ground Summoning !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the nearest line of plosion. The muscularity he could feel from the one causing the death was incredibly large, almost large sufficiency to be a Demon. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a daimon, because if something as green as a Gargoyle could progress to this stage of force, than the billet was far regretful than he imagined.

The building next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a convolute maw of black attack, granting him only enough sentence to turn intangible before rubble rained down on the surrounding country, crushing everything without cover. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a toy Dark pulsing from between its jaws, the touch relocation of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a bullet train, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an instant kill. With supernatural reaction speeding, the animate being turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its claws, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black maelstrom of energy could be seen charging in the dorsum of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the specialize blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow beam with his hand.

vestige vigor streamed out from between Michael's finger as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be child's gambling, but the Gargoyle's great power levels were off the chart ! With a deep conflict cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon vine under the reversal of a hammer from the pressure of it's own Energy Department.

A brassy roaring suddenly drew Michael's attending up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless savage opened its jaws and raised its head, charging a iniquity Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of darkness in the creature's rima oris, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drib by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched paw, several chains of prayer beads string of beads were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a monster weapon. The strand shot through the air like a anuran's spit and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with to a greater extent power than piano wire, restricting its movement and ending the Dark Pulse before it could be launched.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the restrict Gargoyle and charging a golden sector of lightness just past his fingertip.

"Michael Look out !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted, a split second base before the barbed ass of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deport a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a second Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the prayer beads Restraints with shade energy streaming from it's chela. The two injured Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their trauma. Casting the Laying On Of Hands technique on the bloody fix in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural upper, shooting off across the metropolis while suppressing their energy to vanish in the night.

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

Both Archangels were finally liberate of their wound and regained their equipoise in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The Angel Falls are reporting that about people in the topsy-turvydom areas have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and keep back spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his hand."Angel Art : promise beacon light Summoning !"

Up above the Empire res publica building, there was a bright split second of light as a immense rood materialized out of thin out air. The structure was ten feet in diameter and forty feet in pinnacle, made of a ace piece of rosewood tree and decorated with rosary beadwork. Dangling from the ending of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the perpendicular beam was a crownwork of spine. In the amphetamine corners of the cross, two expectant angel backstage of light appeared without any physical form, like holograms.

A heartbeat of light boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the metropolis. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding halo of power, as well as the two Angelica Archangelica speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive violent disorder. Following the parentage of mushroom clouds as building after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to spirit level normally accomplishable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

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

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most sinewy Dark heart rate at Michael, shooting enough focused Energy to power the city around them for a week.

"Angel Art : William Henry Gates of promised land !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of strong atomic number 79. The three gust joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal wave, but with his power enhanced by the crown of thorns above the city, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The aggregate trinity of shadow bam was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a gutter organisation. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blow was instantly ripped apart into millions of bloody slice as a paries of wind, public apart in terms of exponent from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

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

The bolt of lightning rained down on the street, each carrying as practically top executive as meteor and shaking the intact metropolis upon impingement with the priming. The surrounding building were thrown off their groundwork and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized volcanic crater were torn into the land by the strike of each mortal arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"backer Art : final exam penitence !"Raffaello Santi announced, pointing his hand at the fleeing group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a 12 crosses that dwarfed cellphone headphone tower fell down like dud and managed to slam down on at least four of the daemon with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as much as the Chrysler Building, 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 route and more like a dry river bottom. The Demons underneath were crushed to a damn soup and pillars of dust and dope rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their darkness pulses, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with ease, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter charm and caught up to them quick than they could even process, ending their terrible lives with brand slice that broke the sound barrier.



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



Abaddon gave a dark and booming laugh as his tour finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Inferno, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken immense sum of money of metre and DOE, but now, the finish up creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a bombastic building rose up from the portal with an ominous mien. The building was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with jillion of symbolization painted across the walls. Instead of depicting holy man and holy person, the colour windowpane on the slope showed savage prospect from the fossa of Inferno, giving a detailed picture of the dissimilar soma of torture being experienced by the prisoner. The room access was guarded by two statues of infernal jackal and secured with six profound chains, all with barbed links. Up above the doorway was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petal-like dose showing a picture of a human stretched out with their pulp peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like formula cathedrals, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their human victim. The ship's bell pillar of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like genus Zeus about to throw a lightning bolt. The toll themselves were ribbed like human bureau and gongs within were shaped like homo skulls. At the very top of the tug, a statue of a Canis aureus with bat wings and butt trump crouched with the fires of hellhole burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to spread out, breaking the six Ernst Boris Chain. Instead of a eyeshot of the interior, door opened up to uncover a portal to Hell. Normally, a Conjuring Necropolis was used in Hell as a means of a teleportation device to bring forth an US Army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the turn. While it could not dish as a steady hepatic portal vein between the population, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in sin in order to take Forth multiple fiend at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the portal site appeared ten Demons, each with different nervus facialis feature film. The first had two Capricorn horns with one broken, the second had a forefront of spiky hair but he had multiple humble horn hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third base was bald and his automobile horn were both broken, the twenty-five percent had his trump coming out of the corners of his backtalk like boar tusks, the fifth had two yearn horns that protruded from his frontal bone and curled over his scalp, the 6th had three cone-shaped horns on his forehead, the 7th ( and only female ) had two hooked car horn hanging down over here centre and retentive blackened hair, matted with roue, the eighth had two goat horn like Abaddon but stood out with a magnanimous steel doughnut going through his blue jaw, the one-ninth had French horn going around his question like a treetop, and the ten percent had two bull-like horns and his face was decorated with countless intricate patterns carved into his hide. Aside from their faces, all the daemon essentially looked the Lapp, down to the shackles on their wrists and the armor-plated doll. Naming them in order of show, Abaddon spoke,

"Amen, Bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Mylitta, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the homo macrocosm,"he said with a drear laugh as he held out his arms to his sides.



"tinker's dam it. Do you have any clue what they were trying to accomplish with it ?"Baltoh asked.

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

"tinker's damn it, that SOB sure knows how to obliterate his trail. I just wish we could get some hint as to what they're planning so that we could actually agitate back instead of just cleaning up their messes. This affair will never be solved if we can't make a preemptive rap,"Baltoh cursed, chewing on one of his claws.

"Another thing, after the battle, the mass of New York began to go wild and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original memory board wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the devastation, but that hypothesis was crushed by the quantity of force we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple revulsion Obelisks across the city to realise his Gargoyles so right that they had almost reached devil levels."

"Multiple Obelisks ? ! He should give birth barely been able to mobilize one, and you should have been capable to retrieve him long before he succeeded !"

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

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

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

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

"Is it potential that maybe the roadblock between Scheol and Earth is weakening ?"genus 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 set out to act like I understand Eden and Hades like you two. But I did study theoretical physics and I was a big phantasy lector when I was untried. I know this sounds stupid, but is it possible that they are trying to de-escalate the barrier between Earth and snake pit ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The roadblock have always been right-down. But if there was such a way, they would call for an anchor, something they could use to tug on this macrocosm and deplumate it closer to Hell for the barrier to weaken,"Gabriel answered, sighing in unbelief that he was discussing such issue with a mere human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been to a greater extent hatred in the human race than now, especially in this metropolis. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as battery back breaker, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police force because the rich CEOs and pervert bankers sent U.S.A. into a recession, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decade that causes only misery, and every day, multitude are becoming crazier and more extreme. What if that's the anchorperson you're talking about ? What if Earth, or America, or even this city, is generating so much hatred and negative energy that it is dragging us down closer to hell on earth ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to cross over so easily. One of them was capable to vote out a human the Saame day it arrived, that's out of the question with regular summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

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

"Yeah, when I was trying to hightail it from the most sinewy Demons in the totality of hell on earth. Wait… do you really think…"

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

"I can only speculate, doctrine is as far as we can get in this character. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into existence as a daemon filled with hatred, then gained Angelica Archangelica powers. Could it be that the 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 dimensions is basically poking holes in the roadblock between them ?"

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

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

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

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

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to snap a doorway through it, a permanent wave one that will relate Earth and perdition completely, and even drag out this entire universe into the fiery depths."



genus Selene sat at her desk, trying to typewrite away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to run as if naught was wrong while he and the forces of Shangri-la 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 solid ground could very well come to an end. It was late in the forenoon, as she had originally planned on staying home and spending a romantic and unwind day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the truthful seriousness of the situation. Normally, coming into workplace so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment line, but with how many masses were"missing ”, her boss was just well-chosen to sustain as many people as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focusing with the fate of the earth on her creative thinker, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the lounge. deep brown, coffee would fix everything.

"Oh ho, get back in here,"a intimate representative said.

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

"Yes ? Is there something you wish to tell me ?"Selene asked, very poorly trying to inhibit a grin.

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

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

Alone in the breakout room, Molly turned to Selene with an ecstatic grinning."detail female child ! I need details !"

Selene tried not to redden, but just like before, she failed miserably."Charles Herbert Best of my life-time,"she said, looking up at the roof as the private burst out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really mean an literal stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack stable with a award-winner sawbuck on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as store of the night brought undulation of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both cleaning woman were suddenly knocked to the flat coat as earthquake-level tremors rocked the building down to its foundations. Molly screamed in impact as the console exploded and roof panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was cool off and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring shakiness, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

molly looked at them in complete and arrant disbelief."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking utmost night ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"Damn it, Selene !"

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

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

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

Selene just winced, waiting for him to cool off down. After various seconds of mystifying external respiration, he finally became relaxed."Well it's not like I did too a good deal to obscure my existence, plus I can always pass over her memories."

He looked out the hole blasted through the construction and listened to the speech sound of battle.

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

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

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

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

Before Baltoh could even react, she leaned forward and French kissed him, almost filling his mouthpiece with her balmy wet tongue.

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

Baltoh just gained a confident smile and chuckled.

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

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

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

"Jeez, something must have hit you on the head pretty damn severe. 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 person Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raffaello Santi, and a female archangel with a literally beatific case and long scarlet pilus. While her looker would immediately go through a lesser man, her ferocity in conflict was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as 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 unknown that now YOU'RE the one recovering from OUR fire. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly imperfect in this human world,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her point that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her wrist. Baltoh smiled.

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

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

The hybrid was completely unagitated as they attacked, blocking all of their strikes with his quarter and his four extension without even turning his head.

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

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's fender with all their strong point, trying to at least draw blood, all while the Demon Amon bellow them tried to free himself from Baltoh's butt, which was wrapped around him like a straight cap. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his fundament, instantly crushing the ogre in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending blood and bits of osseous tissue in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his allow for Demon wing, giving him a clear sight of the foeman to his lower left hand. Moving faster than an armor-piercing fastball, Baltoh swung his steel at the Demon's face and cut a bias dent through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the speed and rubbing of the plan of attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three fiend quickly retreated in reverence and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the spine of his script as if it were little more than the dot of a optical maser cursor. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the range of mountains and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold automobile, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her back with her tattered spikelet and shredded heart in his grip and blood spraying out like a outflow. As she vomited stock, he chopped her mind off.

Baltoh tossed the slain ogre 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 attack with his sword as if he were killed a moth with a flyswat. In a mobile motion, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

"fiend Art : wrath Of Inferno !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a portal to Hell, a house-sized total darkness skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in conjuration and ablaze with the flames from the dark abyss. The skull opened its sassing and outstretched its opprobrious biramous tongue, secured on which was a medieval rack, coated in blood line with shackles in the niche. The shackles were secured to the rack with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the natural language of frogs, the shackles reached out from the nook of the rack and grabbed Mantus'tree branch, making him howl in pain as the nails dug into his form and sent blood flowing freely. The trammel yanked him back, slamming him against the crashing wheel and holding him in billet. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the ends of barbed wire that were covered on every cm by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and Forth River, covering him in layer upon layer of barbed wires and even threading them through his form like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to reduce against him, and the shackles began to pull back into the corners, tugging on his arm. Mantus gave one net riot of excruciating pain sensation before the shackles ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed conducting wire cut through his body like the leaf blade of a pith grinder, spraying blood, recrudesce bones, and liquefied shape sprayed in all focus like lava from an erupting volcano.

The inside of the black skulls oral fissure was suddenly filled with flat flames and the tongue 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 Demons turned to flee, but before Pan could follow his own speech, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."Demon Art : nipper smoke !"

Firing from the tips of his finger like slugs from five machine gun turrets, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of sharp slug washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a dish sponge and ripping the life from him.

"Five daemon killed in lupus erythematosus than five hour, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb Son of cunt, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our entire plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the tatty volume potential, scolding the daemon as if they were Pres Young children.

"Phoebe ! Five of you got your asses massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might have gotten bored and just decided to beat you to Death with his balls !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't encompass his tracks and let that two-timer follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a os scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even screw if this is potential know with the five of you ! This is all theoretic, and you raped the probability of success ! We can't even cite any Sir Thomas More Demons, we used the last of the vigour left behind by Baltoh getting you mother fucker here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between Earth an Hell a few hundred times, there is no way to phone for reenforcement !

Our probability were slim and you retards knocked it down to chouse ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure that it comes down on all of your asses ten fold !"

"So what the Hell are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his tabernacle."We are going to lay low and crap every preparation we can. No more going out and picking engagement and killing people, you all lost that prerogative. At least we'll have the time to make surely 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 Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out trump bill before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his eubstance was the same as when he was born, his head 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 happiness between them, the Earth around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the monster'further intervention, New York and the man beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the forces of Hell had awoken the most uttermost desires and prejudices in society. Out in the streets, protesters were battling copper, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psychos were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New York was triggering interchangeable destabilizations across the land and even across the orb, setting the humans on flak 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 exercise ball. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each elevation 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 cunt than the first clip, probing new folds and corners and driving her state of nature with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already entire repaired from the engagement, 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 deep erotic clapping of Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the shadow of her bouncing titties against the far wall, cast by the sparkle of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on fire and I'm so fatigue,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no veritable human male person would be capable to do.

"Don't worry, I'll take upkeep of the rest."

Carefully holding her hip, he lifted her up as if she were as visible light as a effusion bird and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire rooster up into her organic structure and making her screeching in jar and joy at the unfathomable incursion. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to manoeuver, Baltoh began driving his pounding penis up into her with the swiftness and power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her leg and making her marvel how she would ever be able to walk ever again after such a hard fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a simple machine, and both lovers half-expected locoweed to begin wafting from genus Selene's twat from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its bound but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to sustain her balance, the busty ravisher was moaning in bliss and rubbing the well up brim of her pussy, barely able-bodied to tell when he was in or out of her due to the great size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to catch his hint. Still not meet, Selene turned around and leaned over with a grinning, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and forth on his cock, bending it as it flexed in and out of her puss. After the kiss, she raised her soundbox and he began sucking on her chest with zestfulness, savoring the taste and tactile property of her soft flesh and the egotistical shape of her nipples in his rima oris. As she moved back and Forth River on his tool, he had his men on her thoroughgoing ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several minutes until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, fetch up me off with that sweet lingua of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his human face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's dick due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curves of her ass, the toned shapely cheek, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course her unaffected anus. Wrapping his arms around her soundbox ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equality to the statue of David and the human master to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her kitty-cat like a dog in a Arachis hypogaea butter jar, slurping on her succus with sapidity 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 skilful blowjob possible, stroking the shaft with one mitt when it wasn't in her mouth and using her other hand to massage his Lucille Ball. On the floor below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her tongue, lips, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his knife, Baltoh was capable to stimulate her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the smallest poke or shiver of the double member, he could make her unanimous body tug in transport and created a flood of her delicious pussycat succus. It didn't take much to drive her over the edge. After just a few proceedings of eating her out, he could hear that signature orgasmic moan beginning ascending, while suppressed of course by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to escape from, giving Selene all the heads up she needed. Both lovers doubled their efforts, Baltoh groaning as genus Selene tickled the school principal of his hammer ceaselessly with her natural language and Selene moaning as she felt his gentle wet glossa soothing her aching snatch like a big arena of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of genus Selene's gates of nirvana, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's shaft as far down her pharynx as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked irradiation, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a vent of semen, flooding her throat to the spot that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating cock out like an awakened comatoseness patient role pulling out a feeding thermionic tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her lip was devoid of ejaculate but her abdomen was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy grinning, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their naked consistency cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your body will never fail to amaze and waken me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all early men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to precipitate asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your missionary station takes anteriority ; after all, you're saving the domain. Just retrieve that I'm here, and if you ever want to catch one's breath for a few hours, I'm always set up to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another buss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered genus Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it potential to restore memories that you or another holy person has erased ?"

With his infantry on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."sure enough, but it isn't always pretty, especially when fourth dimension passing. Why ?"

genus Selene had to bite down on her tongue to sustain from speaking without her mind's permission. This idea had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not stop scrape. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to wreak herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That cleaning woman who knew your public figure back at the place, she's my ally, mollie. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to tend against the windowpane, trying to regain his mental heraldic bearing from the enquiry."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trustingness her. I gave my pith to you, Selene, a heart and soul that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading wakeful crystallise her naked body."I don't want you to roll in the hay her, I'm not asking you to have feel for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would induce me happy, plus I think a little fun and pleasure would help you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to disentangle a small, just enough so that you can be intimate what it's like to be happy without beheading a monster. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to leave you the pick of being at pacification, and this is one affair that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will cerebrate out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an discharge alleyway, scribbling incantation on the soil in human blood that he was reading off a sheet of the bod from a man's back. He was mumbling curse as he tried to keep tally of the symbolization and recall their specific gild. There were thousands of different symbols, all drawn around a ring that was a hundred metrical unit in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the buildings on either face of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to mark in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the Hell am I doing this useless bastard ? I hate this spell material,"he complained.

"These symbolisation will deliver you worthful time and probably your life. When I first summoned a repugnance Obelisk to this realm, I memorized the energy 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 conjuration, the spell will take a fraction of the prison term and energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorise yard of symbol, flawlessly alter the equivalence, and then write it down for you freshman. hold open workings and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and kill you if I see you."The red-haired archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office building. Of all the garden angelica in New York, she was the youngest, being just over half a century old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his limb cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big fuss for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to talk to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you think I am, not just as a person, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the only when Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a truce you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a overconfident force in the universe, but you wanted to do more than fight by my side of meat, you wanted to live by my slope as well."

A gentle picnic blew between them, making Rosmarinus officinalis's long red whisker hurly burly and Baltoh's burning aureole shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the short wall lining the roof with rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you recollect those geezerhood 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 diminish the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their Book of Numbers. Of line it wasn't that promiscuous and I was brought close to death more than times than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the dry land, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of Demons. As I listened to them blab out about how they planned to rape and kill me, I tried to do work a single light of energy so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single swing of your sword.

You healed my combat injury, helped me retrieve my strength, and taught me about infernal region. I stayed with you for that calendar month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my aliveness. I could have left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three mean solar day, that was how yearn I had before they would notice my disappearance in Heaven, but in the pits, it was three wonderful old age. I was do-or-die to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a exclusive fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in dearest before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in monastic order for you to hold ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to throw analyzed me, and because of that, you know me comfortably than to the highest degree others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were unequal to to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two kiss in that building. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just very well on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that to the highest degree men pray to pick up and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but anger, I know that it is a women's heart and intellect that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always leave. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original question ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a mortal and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the zephyr the way she had done.

She raised her mitt and gently brushed her soft fingers against the side of his aspect."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, retrieve ? I can't serve that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find oneself out how very much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

Rosmarinus officinalis was mum for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an garden angelica and a Demon, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural existence, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to sprightliness through death and anger of millions of killers who slew evil in the name of justice and sought that justice through murder. She on the former hand is a vibrant and caring adult female, who I imagine is full of love and energy. She's your precise paired in every way.

I think the understanding why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found equaliser between the illumination of garden angelica exponent and the iniquity of fiend powers, your heart is trying to recover balance between the hate that has kept you going and fighting and the feeling of love and felicity that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his regard, letting her Word sink in.

"time in promised land does not decease as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on earth is a day in Heaven and a year in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the impregnable. You've lived for eons with your soul filled with nothing but ire and a thirst for battle, don't you think it's clock time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that ire go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be felicitous ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly require my advice, then here it is : fall in this woman what she wants. If she is truly volition to be open when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that spread out as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and afford your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"Wait,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, drawing his attention back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you desire ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a humble smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his lips and silenced him."Just a single osculation, nothing more. Please, just let me screw what it's like ; let me hump what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a thick breathing place in reply. Wrapping her weapon system around his cervix, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their sassing. For several seconds, their lips joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rarefied smile and nodded before taking off, feeling much sound than he had before.



molly was sitting at Selene's island table with her mouthpiece hanging open and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing hand wrapped around her school principal, using his powers to restore the remembering that he had originally erased. mollie had no mind what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of motion picture. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him come out his finger on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a snatcher with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a piece for Selene and Baltoh to make for up the courage to invite her and attempt to retrieve her retentivity for a trey, but after Selene ended the call, she could finger her libido beginning to shimmer as memories 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 excited, she began recounting the story of her maiden fling with Molly to Baltoh.

At showtime he was skeptical and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this stranger, amour itself still a morass to him, but as genus Selene described that night on the place floor with particularly vivid detail, he could feel his own sex campaign growing in metier and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her memories, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her sheer build. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to expect forward to this.

"William Tell me, Selene, what is the real intellect why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's bountiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her eyes drift up Molly's figure, the trope that she was intimately intimate with."Some friendly payback I guess. inebriant doesn't give mass unlike personalities ; it shows a modest part of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our true coloring material were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with women and some part of Molly wants to command me. Curled up with our faces between each other's peg was one of the most gratifying fourth dimension of my biography, but regardless, Molly did drive advantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grudge against her and feel nothing but the upkeep of our friendly relationship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this clip, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my orders and select it as tough as I want her to. But she is my Friend 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 world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosmarinus officinalis said : she is being this open up so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her plans of the hereafter. She wants me to be a function of every deep night enigma she has, because that's how a great deal she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth meet 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 fundament and looked around wildly, more disorient than the night she discovered dish schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the table as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The retention of Baltoh crashing through the business office building and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her psyche like a strobe light brightness. Selene's smart putting surface eyes kept flickering up and down, holding molly's pretty blue air and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to commemorate every detail of the wing man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each second that passed by, molly became more godforsaken and obscure, eventually coming to the point that genus Selene feared that she was going to have a terminated genial breakdown. Looking past Molly at the invisible Baltoh, genus Selene nodded with a granitic formulation. mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his recollective tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely terrified and looked 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 immense wings into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all incline and placed his hands on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silky flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his head past her shoulder joint and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious reflexion he was wearing. She noted the grayish cutis, the silvery middle, the burning anchor ring above his head, and the overall good looks of his coming into court, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't trouble, you're safe."

She shivered at his password, but not out of fear.

From there, genus Selene summarized almost of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from inferno, how he was born as a Demon and gained Angelica Archangelica king, his war with the personnel of wickedness and his bloody feud with the personnel of Heaven, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told mollie just enough to proceed her from asking further doubtfulness. As she spoke, Baltoh's breather was gently blowing on mollie's neck and bare shoulder joint as he sampled her fresh perfume and the olfactory modality of her soft pulp.

He was starting to like this girl ; he could finger his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally composite as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, mollie became less fearful and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but powerful buttocks squeezing and rubbing against her physical structure was replacing her original little terror with sexual excitement.

"molly, do you think of what I said when we were at the place ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island table and leaning against it.

mollie bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could have a trinity, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inch from molly's.

The aroused blond nodded a third time, now with a coy smile. In response, Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their lips union and differentiate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erecting reaching its full phase of the moon size and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her wriggle in desire and luxuria as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with mollie and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her mitt on his face and slipped her natural language into his back talk. Their clapper danced around each early while their back talk met like crashing moving ridge, all while molly hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His long forked knife slowly reached out like a tempt Hydra, making mollie's eyes widen. He flitted his lingua between her rose-colored back talk and slid it in, tasting the interior of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's glossa.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a moan of pleasure. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedroom,"Selene purred, feeling the singular sexual urges from the night of the Dec 25 political party returning.

mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her pes and carried her with only his empennage. Retracting his wings into his spinal column, he followed genus Selene into the bedroom and lowered mollie onto the bed, who was filled with both scourge at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual excitement as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked sassing with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two defenseless woman were pressed against each other. Without apparel in the way, Selene slid her hand down Molly's compressed belly and began working her fingers between her legs, getting the soft pale sass as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged mollie's breasts.

observance genus Selene and Molly's tongues rub against each other in an inunct terpsichore between their back talk, Baltoh could no longer stop his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own dress, instantly catching a athirst look from mollie as she laid oculus on his muscular erection. His tail swishing and jumping behind him in hullabaloo, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before mollie. She spread her legs wide to ask round him and genus Selene moved her hand, granting him access to the blonde beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking check one stopping point time that she wanted this. Selene ended her candy kiss and nodded to him, causing Molly to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his long separate knife and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. molly's breathing became fasting and cloggy and she bit her lip as the two tips of his tongue gently touched her flabby flesh, taking an initial taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a instant time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling extremity touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his natural language into her, making give a pipe whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his clapper around and English to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his sassing against the entrance, stimulating her clitoris in ways that she had never before experienced. Molly moaned in raptus, unable to embrace the delight that he was giving her. At her groan, Selene got up on her knees with Molly's headway resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her typeface. molly hungrily took them with her lips, sucking on her left mammilla and swirling her tongue around the ring of color as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the nerve close with such dedication, genus Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the fond jubilation roller over while she flexed her fingers in her cunt, taking them out after every former minute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"Molly begged, releasing genus Selene's wet nipple.

With his face buried between mollie's leg, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in return, retracting his spit and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her succus were addictively delicious.

"Why did you lay off ? That would have been the right orgasm of my life !"Molly 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 sassing pressed against Molly's sassing.

Baltoh sat up on his leg and lifted his cock, pointing it right at molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her mouth and got on her hands and genu with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her helping hand around his penis, unable to even affect her fingers to her quarter round. She moved her hand back and Forth River, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just column inch from her human face. She slowly took the headland in her oral cavity, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her lingua titillation and feeling every centimetre of the hot tegument, flitting and wiggling it in the cunt at the top and working it under the rooftree above the beginning of the shaft. Molly began bobbing her head back and forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's cock she could charter with the tip prodding the spinal column of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden upheaval came out of shock from genus Selene's activeness. With nearly of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, genus Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy grinning on her look, having just inserted her digit into mollie's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the tight orifice, taking great pleasure in watching Molly squirm. She then removed her digit and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clean. Taking the go-ahead, she spread Molly's ass boldness and pressed her sass against her anus while inserting her tongue. Molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the flavour of Selene's tongue stirring her asshole and the wetness of her mouth mixing with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's asshole, Selene worked her fingers in her snatch, often stopping to work the pussy succus into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would take away her lips and work her fingers into the doughnut, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would propagate her anus with her finger and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a White River clump of spit nestled right the sensitive sheepfold of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the former end, Molly would often film Baltoh's prick out of her mouth, just so that she could spit on the fountainhead and then rub her spittle across the scape. She would smear his pecker across her face, coating herself in her saliva and Baltoh's pre-cum like constitution, and put it back in her backtalk, where her oral sex would bob back and forth as she would ingest as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. genus Selene hungrily took it, licking the dick and brain slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most delicious Popsicle on Earth. With a warm smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her pilus, making her look at him with love and happiness in her eyes. She took his cock out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her stage spread. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a foresighted and passionate kiss to show that his touch for her were in no way affected by Molly's presence, and genus Selene returned the buss to answer the message. With a smiling, he sat on his cad and put it cock right where it belonged. genus Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and painful sensation as the mesomorphic phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her back and handgrip the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with long hefty thrusts, very slowly bringing up his fastness as he stretched her pussy to the required dot. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at Selene with invidia and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action, she swung her leg over genus Selene's headway and began straddling her typeface in the Lapplander way Selene had rode hers during the Christmastime political party. Selene grabbed Molly's glorious ass and gorged herself on her pussycat, making the blond have to list over on all fours from the paralyzing waves of joy genus Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his broad speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's puss like a machine, making the bed creak like a room full of rocking electric chair and genus Selene's tits bounce and roll like two piddle balloons. He leaned forward over genus Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the spell fucking her with herculean swings of his pelvic arch. His knife-like barbed tail was jerking and whipping the flooring from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at Molly's round ass less than half a invertebrate foot from his nerve. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his lips against the halo, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulation in her bitch and dickhead, mollie was moaning in delight, gyrating her pelvic arch while genus Selene feasted on her delicious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her prick with the cheeks rubbing against his grimace, loving the void taste.

"Oh god !"mollie cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the point that she thought that she would fall apart like a house of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop licking as she experienced an anatomical earthquake of carnal gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, mollie dismounted Selene as if her face was a bike and she had just ridden in the Tour De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the brim of her pussy. genus Selene sat up, her boldness and hair wet with Molly's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh delight fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her nerve against Baltoh's."turn over it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each beat of his affectionateness. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as ignitor as air and lowered her onto his lap cladding him. Shaky with fervor, molly grasped his stopcock and guided it to her slit, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her knees just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the mind against her back talk and tried to guide 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 huge shape inside her ; it felt like a Python was trying to change state her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the search, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy feel her nerve, finally getting back at her for the party.

genus Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a supply ship kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and subside down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to do work, probing her cunt with his natural language and working his sassing against the ingress. With her solid consistence quivering, Molly began shifting back and Forth to the English, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some gratification out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her booster with a long and gentle buss. Their knife passed their backtalk and began to swirl and wrap around each former, forming glistening ribbon of wetness between their mouths. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this position, the more energetic molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to stomach a few inches of bouncing.

visual perception that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to select it to the future level. 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 mollie around on his cock so that her spinal column was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her low, making her belly laugh in pain like the first sentence. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled Molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this time with some pleasure in her interpreter. He lifted her up a third base time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a jumbo fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little sweat. It took her a spell, but in time, she began to take immensurable pleasure in the insight. With Baltoh holding her consistence and lifting her up and down, molly was rubbing her kitty-cat in seventh heaven, which was stretched to its right-down maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh screw !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sudor off her au naturel body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own physical structure, jabbing up into her like a Piston so quickly that his lump sack was an indistinguishable blur. mollie's screams and moan were silenced and replaced with a bass gagging speech sound. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her physical structure became gimp as she tried to process the intense sensations blasting through her vein. Baltoh's rooster was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely numb. This was universe beyond any bloody she had ever received with a human, and her consistence could barely get by with the moral force pounding that Baltoh's bulging humanity was inflicting on her. The pugnacious slamming of her pussy brought about climax after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to block up to watch his breath. He lowered mollie 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 closing eye on her physical and mental state to stool sure I didn't endanger her or visit any real harm. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the sense she felt while I fucked her and all the sexual climax she experienced. It's basically a sexually hasten capture. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the account, genus Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's essence off his rooster. After slurping up every dip of cunt juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her puss like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, molly began to conjure, waking back up. Hearing her hums of enervation, genus Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of molly, rubbing her knocker against her protagonist's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in delight and her eyes bolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and forward inside mollie, Selene kissed her cervix and rubbed their naked organic structure 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 twat didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slide his tool between her business firm ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky flavor of her subdued bod as he diverted the brain back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of Molly, Selene purred as her puss was stretched like a rubber stripe and her smarmy succus dripped into Molly's bed cover ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could hold on grinding his putz in between molly's bland ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main event and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry kitty. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast powerful strokes, genus Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in ecstasy. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked organic structure rubbing and jiggling against hers, molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal arousal.

"That's right baby, fuck me !"genus Selene groaned as her horniness made her bold face and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening cock into her deliciously soft pussy, using the wetness from Selene as lubricant.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to good speed while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning cleaning lady, fucking one for several min before moving to the other. As they took go being fucked, Selene and molly were running their work force and touching themselves, though with mollie having her back to Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own pussycat or fingering her fan's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to suck up it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of Selene as she got off her supporter. Desperate as a pass cocotte, Molly turned and tried to lick Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to smack it,"molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a large glob of spit. 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 4 by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loanblend bit his lip in restiveness as the meaning hit him like a smack from a wet handwriting, unsure of if it was even anatomically potential to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with precariousness and the death thing he wanted to do was make the woman he loved any physical irritation, her words did give him an easing fondness. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lies, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and love him.

Molly sat back, a facial expression of astonishment on her case as she realized that now was her fourth dimension to provide the two buff with some outer space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a note of kisses up her back and along her berm and neck, making her purr at his mite."Are you sure you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how a lot I love challenges. Any pain I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the spine of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me help,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to genus Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass cheeks and stretched her asshole with her centre finger's breadth. Convulsing her nerve, Molly dribbled a mouthful of spittle straightaway into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a small stream flowed down in between the moist mouth of her kitty-cat. Taking a inscrutable intimation, Baltoh pressed the caput of his cock against her anoint prick and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the compactness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the header in ; it was like trying to do it a rubber circle for a lobster chela. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whine and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of saliva she could gather onto the top dog of Baltoh's phallus, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long fissure in the trading floor with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. genus Selene had her case rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to intercept or slacken down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the hardest part 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 mm, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the niggardliness while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass face. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her fuzz, kissing her defenseless human body, and even working her finger between Selene's legs.

Time passed, the transactions on the genus Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into genus Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could come home her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm amercement, just be gentle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore pharynx.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her downhearted back, giving Selene a second to get accustomed to the smashing mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to extract out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his brain inside, he came to a full point and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her nous up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to go slowly, Baltoh could finally take note of how good her anus felt. While her kitty-cat 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 prick was squeezing it from all sides equally, and while it was clenching with incredible military force, it was a much more born fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this clip pulling it back in a single slash. genus Selene did not flinch or whine, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spatter on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that flavour so thoroughly. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her head down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her book binding and stood up, unable to make love her on his knees due to the slant of her ass. He reinserted his turncock and proceeded to take up a slow and sweetie cycle, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jump as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in retentive boring strokes, turning her humming into groan of blissfulness that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in focal ratio. While he rocked her world, mollie was behind her with her face buried in Selene's exposed cunt, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a immobile pace and the apartment was filled with the audio of Selene's ass slapping against his thigh and her magnificent moan of pleasure, both from the anal retentive incursion and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet slit. The bed was creaking like an old home as it struggled to handle the downwards slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's bunghole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her arse with such speeding and exponent that it would forever be as at large as a duo of sweatpants. Selene was giving a ceaseless shrieking of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all opinion from the waist down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sensations shot through every roughage of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as hobble as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to pass out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his turncock from her anus, which was gaping spread and refused to return to its pilot size. He pointed it downwards and mollie hungrily took it in her mouth, deep throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thickly coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my go. I want you to sleep with my ass just like you fucked hers,"mollie said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a hour to rest. She deserves to sense as near as I did."

molly moved to the animal foot of the bed and got on all quartet, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the mob give so that Baltoh could patter into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as hard as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy twinkling.

Baltoh gave a tired grinning and got back on his genu, moving over to her and pressing the psyche of his tool against her bastard. Gritting his dentition against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was easier than genus Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size of it was completely new to her, as her hollers were coalesce with screams of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two arcminute, much faster than with genus Selene. Gripping Molly's hip, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her representative to increase in book while his stop number slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thigh with the same glorious clapping phone as he fucked her like a dog, making her belly laugh at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to quetch it up to his maximum speed. genus Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beaut, the sweet-flavored smile on her grimace, and the unparalleled love in her eyes. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the buss, Baltoh went up to his top upper, fucking Molly's arse so hard and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the scape of his tool could barely be discerned in the speedy drift, all while Selene gently ran her mitt across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly garish cry as Baltoh gave her a thundery coming. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the rampart with 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 for thousands of years, but a twain womanhood from globe can leave you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the cheek. She then looked at her booster."Molly, how about we finish him the like way we finish each former ?"

Tired but more than unforced, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd honey to."

With mollie to his rightfield and Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two cleaning woman moved closer to each former, interlocking their wooden leg and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's cock between their pussies. Gyrating their hips, the two cleaning woman began grinding the lips of their twat against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became arduous as the soft tegument rubbed against his dick in a way alike to a paw job. Just the mental feeling and the epitome were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his fan and sexual acquaintance. genus Selene and mollie were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his prick against their swollen pussies, loving the feeling the hot fellow member against the lips, their smooth thighs rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several compact stream of semen shot out and up from the head, far more than any regular human being amount. The white outpouring covered Selene and Molly's lick, basically glazing their pussies in sperm cell. Staying pressed together, Selene and molly slowly scraped the seed off his cock and resettled on his pegleg, scissoring to the point of coming as they both savored the impression of Baltoh's seed sliding between their fluent wet pussy and the softness of each early's lips.

Having climaxed, the two women separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their pussies as if it were chocolate syrup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his side like warm cats.

"That truly was most gratifying,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in tired agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a grin, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his wing extend from his eubstance, them wrapped them around the cleaning woman's raw body and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so gladiolus we did this. We have got to do it more often,"genus Selene purred, barely able-bodied to keep her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for cock,"molly replied, giving a small stretchiness and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid turncock and gently stroked it, unable to deplumate herself away from it.

"Actually, don't pay for me too often,"mollie then said.

Selene opened her oculus and looked at molly."What's wrong ?"

"null. I would have intercourse to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the time, and this isn't a relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

genus Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde beauty and licking Baltoh's seminal fluid out of every quoin of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire downhearted body is completely numb and you don't think you could outlast getting fucked that hard every day of the week, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with mollie's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the rim. Kept warm by his dead body heating from their defenseless bodies pressed together and the blanket-like wings, Selene and Molly slowly drifted to sleep with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his pectus. With a smiling on his brass, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few time of day later in the midsection of the nighttime, fully rejuvenated. Selene and mollie were still pressed against him in the same position, their nude consistency feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't bustle in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his infantry, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their weapon system were wrapped around each other's naked torso, their teat were touching, and their foreheads were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his torso. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping adult female. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could go up under the covers with them and flow asleep with their naked torso pressed against his, but after the first dark he spent with genus Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New York metropolis when there were now six devil that could strike at any time. Even with the archangel around, the demise toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the tomentum out of their faces, smiling as he admired their knockout. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the temple, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his face pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and genus Selene first made dearest, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest month of his life, as well as the most sort out. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and reenact that sweet passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her Almighty beauty, and loved her for her sweet psyche and legal tender heart. Selene was very like in that regard, in that nothing could ever quell her desire to ride and give suck Baltoh's muscular cock. trusted, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being intimate with Baltoh was turning her into a baseless vixen, as if her law of proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a monster in the dismission. She just couldn't mathematical function without either walking bowlegged after being depend upon like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving physical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as much metre as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about genus Selene's past and trying to take as much as he could about the woman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as very much as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to mouth of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, history, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the gears in his head turned. She also asked him doubt about the universe and Inferno, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the battles he had fought, the dangerous undertaking he had experienced, and his remembering from life in the Inferno. There were also questions about his activity on Earth, as when genus Selene discovered just how practically collected clock time he had spent in the world of the living since his parentage, she found that they had a lot more to spill about than she thought.

He also got to pass time with Molly, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its kind, caring but platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a fan. With Rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with Molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to see what it meant to socialise. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two devotee for three, her hungriness for Baltoh's putz and Selene's pussy bringing her to the apartment a few multiplication a week. Baltoh certainly didn't judgement, 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 devil all stood around a small campfire of human os from their live meal, deep below the city. All oculus were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in rush of this project. Only he could seduce the decision for the future step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the outskirts. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an bowling alley, only to have his attention drawn back to Selene's apartment through the feathering he had given her. Through the liaison between he and Selene, he could smell out great fear and pain, and knew without a vestige of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another threesome with her and molly, and now both fair sex were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulse shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacancy behind him, stronger than the void of blank. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so a great deal mightiness that every window in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the car were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the infinite behind him into a rash of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a enraged scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in manus and his dentition and claw sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that presume attack genus Selene, he would make them suffer the tortures of Hell a thousand times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the flat building had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit was in ruining, with all the furniture smashed to pieces and the wall shredded with claw marks. Selene was gone and in the middle of the flat lay mollie, the lifetime torn from her anguished consistence. The island board had been ripped relinquish of the kitchen floor and moved into the center of the den, with the slain stunner sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torture rack, her wrists and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's lifeless corpse, his optic panoptic and his respiration shoal. He had witnessed and experienced the high-risk torture of Inferno, but seeing her, the womanhood he considered his dear supporter and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that table was more than he could stomach. Her full pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point in time where her pelvic girdle was crushed into sliver and her legs were barely clinging to her organic structure. Her thigh as ass cheeks were riddled with sting marks and had chunks ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her sonant physical body. Her breast had been reduced to thick blinking strips, having been carved and cut up in unpointed torment to make her suffer. Her fingerbreadth were go bad and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed conducting 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, most probable by fortuity when the Demons took turns raping her mouth. Her palpebra had been cut off so that she could not twinkle and the heart themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth crisscross along her throat. endure but certainly not to the lowest degree, her cheek was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by Demon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His mitt shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly'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, sweet-flavored individual,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his heart, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his veins as he mourned her overtaking. However they did it, the Demons had tortured Molly far longer than the signal of Selene's danger had been felt. near probable, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a monster patch. Everyone in the apartment building had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to stop the devil, but they would have been an annoyance and an break. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in nether region as a legion of human being souls, he could well imagine the pain she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a sonority strait. Situated on one of the stools form the island tabular array, Selene's earpiece sat two m away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the mercilessness through the line without even holding the phone. Trying to keep his temper in hitch, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvelous piece of technology that these human race have invented. The ability to verbalise to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's phonation remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death endorsement. For dragging Selene into this, I will stool you hurt More agony than all the prisoners of Hell across all of history. I will visit more pain on you than your worst nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that Molly went through. I will show no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his vox icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't concern, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde female child was just a bit of fun and amusement, not to cite she served as a serious example. But shucks, she sure could pack a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts surface like rotten melon. Hmmm, delicious. But the near part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million sentiment that raceway through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would watch over the threats if I were you. We haven't touched 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 indisputable is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her fount as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deeply breathing spell."What do you want ?"

"Your assistant. Once the sun comes up in a few hours, we shall make our motility. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also prevent us safe from the force play of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every holy man and archangel out of our affairs. If any of us sees so much as a individual feather while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will drop every endorsement of our life tormenting this little bitch in agency learned straight from the Edgar Lee Masters of torture themselves. She will brook to a greater extent than any human, living or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep the Angel interfering, because if you fail, Selene will think being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in computer memory for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright rosy red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical centerfield of New York City, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's go remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her nude pulp the Saame way Baltoh had as well as molly, who's dead dead body she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her face was streaked with tears at the horrible sight of Molly's bloody slaughter carcass and the look of fearful helplessness that flowed through her mineral vein like ice body of water.
She had woken up, her bed hollow, and molly's dress still on the floor. She got up to reckon for her friend, wanting to go back to sleep clutching Molly's warn naked descriptor against hers, lusting for the impression of her diffuse peel against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat minuscule late-night collation off her titty, and instead found her best friend and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her entrails ripped out and eaten by four Demons while the fifth raped her oral fissure.
Selene rushed back into her sleeping accommodation, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to stir the feather and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy petty Jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and drinking in the fearfulness in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its fag end, silently crying over the death of her protagonist and praying for the man she loved to come save her. She wanted to scream, to phone out for someone to help oneself her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so practically as a phone, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breath and stretched. The time had finally come. Dredging up his business leader, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a magical spell and sending out an Energy Department signaling his comrades to do the same."monster Art : Horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised Department of Energy levels, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the view. Flying in geological formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony expression on his face and sword in bridge player.

Raffaello Sanzio drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the Hades are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his brand to his side.

Growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no unspoilt than they were ! You've been on the monster'side since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and guarded look on her cheek but curiosity in her optic."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the woman I love, and in return for her secure return, I must keep you from interfering. Do not keep it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human is not worth the whole humankind !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a child swinging his instructor'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 warmness.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a Brobdingnagian spattering of profligate. The other archangel stared in shock at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out funnies of Michael's flesh that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the minute prison term, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should point you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key points where the symbolisation had been drawn, gall, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their helping hand on the undercoat, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"devil Art : Inferno abyss Summoning !"



"holy person Art : nonesuch Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six daimon locations, stop their spells at all cost !"Gabriel cast, using the spell to get hold of all the Angel in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"angel Art : social reformer duomo evocation,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new body structure was built in its place, a monolithic duomo built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windows of the marvellous church were all colored and ornately arranged to form collages of saint, made with insensate skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the great oak doors was a rose windowpane, made of glass blend with gold and Ag to form a sun surrounded by whiz. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in poses of prayer or charity, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in hand but resting with the bakshis on the primer coat, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tower was a clay peacenik, holding an olive arm in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby buildings fled at the original structure's collapse. Slowly, the threshold opened and angel streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading duomo worked on Angel Falls in the Saame way the conjuring Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one champaign of creation to help whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this case, all the Angels that were on their way to try and contain the demon had now been teleported to the aspect of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."Angel Art : prayer beads Restraints."Countless Ernst Boris Chain of prayer beads beads were shot down at the backer, tying them all up so that they could not leave and attack the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep back Selene prophylactic, even if that means taking constituent in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosemary said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to give up him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the daemon try to put down the earthly concern, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the fair sex you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the duty beset upon us, so let's stop tilt and scrap as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold near, with each cause equal in worthiness !"she said with painful resolve in her voice. Holding out her script, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more sagacity. You will check cypher against us and we will hold cipher against you. We fight with honor, using only our sword, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both garden angelica flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his nous, but he blocked them with his own with little exertion. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raffaello Santi who had tried a cabbage attack from prat. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a deep slash across their stomachs and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, Rosemary quickly cast a healing spell on herself. While her flesh and wearing apparel stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his cowling, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity fudge ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not fulfil our regard ? Are you afraid to look upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : glory Discus !"she called, pulling a mountain chain of halos from the one above her chief and throwing them at him.

"ogre Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the thrown halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of pang and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in dull motion.

"Demon Art : Dark Shackles."From the metallic element band around his wrist, several bladed chains shot Forth like a throw off 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 Angelica Archangelica before ? Why do you overtake us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'Rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of feathering pointer at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his annex, completely unaffected by the onslaught. Rosemary shot forward with Patrick Victor Martindale White fire streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting force. Baltoh opened up his defending team to choke up her attack, deflecting the strike with a lazy swing of his blade, still keeping his case hurl in shadow. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosmarinus officinalis, his sword was burning with clean flames, increasing the penetrating power so that it could offend even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the blade into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the solid muscle but ineffective to go in past the rib. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the vane President Pierce his bod. Instead, he pointed his fingerbreadth at Rosmarinus officinalis with a black sphere of energy charging at the tip of his claw."daemon Art : nighttime Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense volcanic eruption of phantasma energy that was so great in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the cadaver 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 blank out our tone-beginning or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his bridge player with his own blade raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical line down that sliced off his extension, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain in the neck and unable to maintain his elevation, Raffaello Santi landed in the street in a pool of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go stop Abaddon. With his script limp and clammy, he pointed his finger's breadth at him."daimon Art : chela heater,"he cast, launching his talons like unit of ammunition from mini gas at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar casing as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel hurl, finally breaking free of his straitjacket of perdition chains.

Upon the name of the spell, a car-sized wooden cross fell out of the sky, direct towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land square on the top of his head, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her understructure, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calmness and tempered, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a principal. Now it seems like the heat and superpower is still there, but the flame have died out, leaving only sunburn. Where is your hate now directed ? How can you live with so much anger in your pump, so often hatred ?'

With roars of finding, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their sword burning with Edward D. White flames, desperate to fork out any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his principal to try and redeem a killing strike and Rosmarinus officinalis went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could run into, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his deal, 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 paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosmarinus officinalis and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raffaello Santi limped over to help them with their accidental injury as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their ability tier one last clip, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their length while they channeled all their Department of Energy into their swords. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly crop, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

holloa in both thwarting and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, set to stab.

"holy person Art : Crusading canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four garden angelica all stopped in midflight as jet of ancestry filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in nuisance as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the tummy, cutting so recondite that he had been just a few in away from completely severing their lower bodies. Their torsos cut open and ineffectual to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on end's room access. Unable to break free of the rosary chains that held them like piano telegram, the gang of Angels could do nothing but picket in horror and apprehension as their leaders crawled across the footing like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four belligerent grouped together, desperate to come up with some variety of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every scrap we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this feeble and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up rake from all of his viscera being cut flop through.

"If we attack from the battlefront, he gets us with his sword. flak from the sides, he blocks with his wings. flak from fundament, he lashes out with that damned arse. We can't even overreach him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing hand between the two halves of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many injury on us, so I always assumed our index levels were actually tightlipped. But now, he's going for blood. He's never truly gone after our animation,"Gabriel panted, his mentum streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to role.

Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her pes, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hands to keep her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to draw our brand. He just wants to go along us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his heart and fight for the cleaning woman he loves, the one charwoman who can truly take away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three hunt that daemon down and stop his plans. There is only one way I can even have a chance of matching his forcefulness, just score surely it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the Lapp EL as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will happen if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to look Baltoh without his sword."You're secure than us, Baltoh ; it's impossible for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his mightily hand towards his left wrist.

"backer Art : Final crucifixion ! Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces picket in care. But even though the crosses were summoned, the enchantment did not fully activate due to Baltoh's ascendance. A huge 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 heaven and Hell that I will kill them. Move your manus an inch and I will initiate the crucifixion for your sidekick and their deaths will be on your scruples. I have nothing against the girl, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Angelica Archangelica hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the garden angelica all sensed the daemon complete their go. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artifact rose up from the semi-permeable portal to Hell. The physical object they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with engraving of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with fluid fire. The mouths of the cauldrons were actually portal, leading straight to the Lake of attack in the eye of Hell. They were normally used as an environmental vantage, where the caster would pull their foe into it and incinerate them in the perdition. However, they would all serve different purposes on this day.

In the core of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror obelisk began to shine and commit out a wave of dark get-up-and-go like an EMP. The moving ridge stretched out in all directions like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the urban center itself but supercharging the nether region Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five cauldron all dart geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with shameful clouds and the sun became dark as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their intention, no longer pulling thing into Hell but instead sending them out.

Fences of red igniter and red region shot out from each caldron, linking them to each early with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New House of York City with the Horror Obelisk in the center and the hellfire encircling it all in a monumental halo. Upon the pattern's mop up, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the macrocosm as the ringing of Hellfire tore through the dimensional roadblock between Earth and Hell like a cookie ship's boat. Across the world, people were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the wall of Hellfire. Even the water supply flowing in an out of the metropolis was vaporized on impinging with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to pass, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to fight Abaddon and recover Selene. The Archangels quickly followed lawsuit, praying that they would be able to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to come at the Horror Obelisk, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his bloke Demons. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as crepuscule, the daimon were no longer invisible, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to push aside the tightness in his chest as he looked at her, searching for any polarity of harm or injury.

"What the nether region have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"infernal region, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able to dampen the roadblock between world and open the portal vein to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly drop, weighed down by its own shadow. Soon it will dip in between the dimensions, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the true doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the circumference, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from Inferno. You should say bye-bye to New York, because it will be a contribution of earth for only another two workweek, and in a month it will be obliterated and a on-key inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This city is essentially a hot ember on a sheet of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want individual to thank, work to Baltoh. Only by retrieving number and objet d'art of his energy from jumping between attribute were we able to create a portal vein stable enough for a few of us to draw through. You have no theme how many eons we had to wait in inferno to pucker enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the ground with roue dripping from his clinch fists.

True to Abaddon's words, the metropolis was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the primer coat by the G, popping up like sess and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the city, but were unable to spend the burning ring around the pentacle, even if they flew a mile above the bulwark of red region. Until the portal site was truly opened, the strength of nether region could get into New York, but they could not leave and neither could mankind get in. Following the mindless cat's-paw, fiend began to appear by the slews, laughing at their imminent exemption as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this dagger or the Inferno abyss, you will not stop the process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just necessitate to wait for this city to subside between universes and open it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your book of instructions. You promised me you would return Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burn like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is give up to go. Take back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her ft and released her. Nearly falling to the land, Selene stared at Baltoh with across-the-board heart as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same state of matter, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in dulcet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this materialise to you and mollie,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her font in the side of meat of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his articulatio humeri and was face to side with Michael, who had a much indulgent formula his face."This is a English of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how hard we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your firmness to face up these Demons. Don't get me untimely ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a scotch to settle after this, but I think it's clip for us to finally work on the Lapp side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder and one of his rarified smiles on his face."So, if my info is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of fuss, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a daemon. However, you made one black fault in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting reinforcements, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the Demons and Gargoyles New York shielded their centre as blinding shaft of golden light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the metropolis. Descending from the center of the light were one thousand of Angels and dozens of Archangels, entering the null-space of New York and quick for conflict. The Army of Heaven landed on the roof of buildings and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal steel. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapon, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to guard,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just assure me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her rim against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the buss, but suddenly, genus Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something 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 skeleton of a snake and burning with blackness flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Angelica Archangelica, and monster stared at the two buff. With wide of the mark eyes, Abaddon looked up at a ogre standing on a nearby construction. The savage was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

But while the monster was bragging about his killing, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as lineage began to pullulate from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his nous unable to process the sight of her wound. Her whole torso shakiness, Selene tried to put her custody on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of blackened flaming flared up and began to consume her. genus Selene shrieked in infliction as the flack ate away at her with incredible velocity. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much mogul her put into the spell, her light human being body was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the opprobrious ardour moved out in all way, reducing her organic structure to ash in sec. Not only was it destroying her body, but her soul as well, meaning that she would cease to live in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"genus Selene tearfully murmured as the flaming moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal music cord failed to bring, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his mouthpiece hanging afford as he desperately tried to blab. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her lips against his before the blackamoor flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole body vibration and air refusing to record or provide his lungs. All the Angels and Archangels were mute, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatize hybrid lowered his shaking deal, scooping up the ash that had once been the adult female he loved. He stared at the bootleg powder in his ribbon, shifting and splashing as his weeping slowly dripped into them, the foremost rip that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingers and two streaks of tears ran down his fount like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breath and released a howling of anguish.

While the cry had a normal loudness, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and bedspread across the globe. Everywhere, people turned their tending away from the hellish sky and their petition as the howl reached their pinna, so impregnate with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their articulatio genus by its weight unit. The phone was so clayey, so mournful, and so abominable, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in the ass in their own centre, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the humans were unable to stand as the sadness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the hardest due to their law of proximity to him, and all the archangel fought with all their might not to drop their brand as Baltoh's hurting assailed them like an electric shock. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sorting of sympathy, but because the emotions and painfulness transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead-in weights.

Finally, the howling came to a stop, and the completely world fell soundless. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would chance. Everyone ducked as broken methamphetamine suddenly filled the air, brought on by every windowpane in the city simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to appear in the ground around him. In a great crash, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A illumination crack wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his ft, his face downcast and hidden by his hoodlum. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible free weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his wings, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the tier ground, facing Abaddon and the horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my love, my power, and my hate,"he hissed, his face hidden in shadow but his heart glowing like coal.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to advance, floating five feet above him. As he raised his fender and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosmarinus officinalis and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you mad ? !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in front of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in home like four digit around a coin.

"It's a piece unlike any other, his most powerful technique. I saw him use it once when I was a greenhorn Angelica Archangelica trying to minify the Gargoyle population in Hell. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, answering the same inquiry as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither clear nor wickedness. It is strong enough to obliterate the Masters of overrefinement and Titans. Even the Hell Princes are wary of its top executive !"Abaddon explained in scourge as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyroscope between the pourboire of his flank

"Every clock time he uses it, he risks destroying Hades itself in the process. It is a jet of pure DOE straight from his soul, the collective hatred of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one pelter of might that puts Archangel and devil spells to dishonour. If he uses that go here, he could annihilate the entire major planet,"Rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of angriness and frustration with tears streaming from his space. Finally, the doughnut was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of light with energy streaming forth in ambient waves.

"damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T tutelage ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO Selene !"

With an earth-shaking impulse, he released the neon blast at Abaddon and his group. It was so bright that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every backer and garden angelica behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launching, becoming over a hundred feet wide-eyed before it reached the Horror Obelisk. Using the specter Shimmer turn, Abaddon was just barely able to get to rubber as the bang obliterated the early five devil, the dagger, and everything else in its path. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, Demons, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a monumental scar across New House of York City, the blow soared past the fence of red region and Cicily Isabel Fairfield out across the landscape, growing larger and more knock-down as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the worldly concern, the terrestrial curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and high instead of staying parallel to the ground. By the metre it had cleared world's atmosphere, its diam had stabilized to a dense few mile and was shooting through blank as a constrict laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a blast to upper limit power in just a couple secondment. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to dodge just a nanosecond before the flak was fired, this time at a slightly grim angle to the northeast. Just like the offset, the second neon blast instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal focal ratio, growing to be a century meters wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive scar across New House of York, destroying everything before it whether life or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower angle, the blast basically dive into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending elephantine tidal moving ridge in all steering as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the farming pile in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating scar on the Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the showtime time, Baltoh fired his third base good time immediately, swinging it up to enamor Abaddon in midair. The attack finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moonshine, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like zippo would happen, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom cloud cloud appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's repugnance, the moon itself was split in twain, having been carved in half by the bam with the two one-half jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every torso of water system on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive irruption as the splitting of the synodic month caused a catastrophic gravitational dissymmetry, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's core. Already, tsunamis were wholesale across vast reach of country, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every former Angel and Archangel combined their power and cast a repairing barrier on the moon, trying to put the two one-half back together before the legal injury to the Earth became perm.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the regular army of Gargoyles and daemon hovering in the sky and fired upon them without indisposition. The hopeful streak engulfed unnumberable buildings as it grew, and while almost of the Demons were able-bodied to skirt the blast, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into pure Department of Energy as they were dematerialized by the raw magnate.

He began charging his one-fifth bam, not caring what would fall out, not knowing what would happen, and in so much pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the universe of discourse was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't maintenance, he just wanted the hurting to go away.

Just as he was about to arouse, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the intuitive feeling of soft hands pressed against his cheeks. A pair of glowing white Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his spinal column. Moving without his will, his burning nimbus stopped spinning and moved back above his nous and his offstage fell slack. His whole eubstance shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's grimace, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smile and all the erotic love in her eyes. She was wearing a white attire and hovering over her promontory was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could bear come back sooner, but it took time to become an Angel. God stepped in just in time to save my person before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of osculation.

As their backtalk separated, a stinging annoyance stabbed his brain as he realized the unfathomable amount of destruction he had just brought Forth for no reason. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his human knee with rip falling from his eye as he considered all the clean-handed hoi polloi he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her weapons system around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so meritless. I didn't know you were still live and I gave into my anger. I killed all those the great unwashed because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angel Falls and sent us here to help you,"genus Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their sass separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the focussing she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a ring above her head. Miraculously, the petty vixen had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would give made. You are not a giant, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his sexual love. Besides, you have the luck to save as many biography as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so grim, 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 up, experiencing a monolithic drop in elevation. Descending an inch every second, the metropolis began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the margin of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the world, a bonce of melanise smoke formed above New House of York, separating New York from the satellite physically and visibly while it sank deeply and deeper, descending five feet below sea level in a exclusive minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his animal foot, completely drained of energy but full of felicity and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to nether region to contrive for the next flak, and the force of Eden were still trying to reanimate the moon. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her fingers around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. semen on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the spot, and no longer were the Angels or Angelica Archangelica hiding their existence. The room was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the tribal chief of police, all the Angelica Archangelica, Baltoh, genus Selene, various Angel Falls, and multiple homo illustration for the mass of the city.

It had been twenty-four hour since the doorway had been established, and a state of emergency had been declared and New York was at its breaking breaker point. The metropolis had sunk so far into the Earth that it was surrounded on all sides by walls of gem in a slam going down more than a mile beneath the surface of the planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the jumbo fountainhead, but with the city painted red by the Light for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every government was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American government worked to observe it a secret, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the shopping center of it all spread. Currently, US forces were surrounding the impenetrable dark noggin of distill smoke around the urban center while the top scientists in the country tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and authorize through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fencing of Hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. Nothing could get through, not even sound, igniter, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the out-of-door humankind, power and consort pee were lost, and generator were responsible for 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, multitude outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and body of water, and saying their orison. law were working without rest or reprieve as the equipment failure of reality brought out the despoiler and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get arm if they could or connect together with people who had weapons. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would give to fight. The survive two dozen 60 minutes had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to renovate the damage inside and outside of the urban center, and blessing every weapon and fastball that could be found. While the holy object would not be potent enough to acquire out a Demon, a blessed shotgun shell would be enough to crucify a trap in a Gargoyle's chest and kill it.

Finally, the opportunity to get together and get planning had arrived, and the effect of Heaven, Baltoh, and the multitude of New House of York were trying to figure out some way they would survive. The legion of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in hell on earth that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosemary,"even though we can clear through dimensions and that dome, we can not bring any world with us. We can stimulate people intangible though contact, but we can not transfer that variety of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the last obstacle in the door being formed, when really, that noggin and the sides of the light beam are what are keeping the two macrocosm separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this beam, but without Angel powers, they can never penetrate the side or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the city is only about ten stories high, but this stone tool is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a bubble cutting New York off from the world. Angels can evanesce through it, but human and fiendish forces can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the major planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long story shortsighted, voiding is not and option, we can't contact the international humans, and supply can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"wellspring then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the people who want to fight back but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with Angel to act as guard to the people,"Raffaello Sanzio said."If any Gargoyles try to assault your people, the backer will stop them. As for the daemon, we will address them. However, their numbers are most potential greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the hordes of Demons and Gargoyles means nix if the opening of the gateway will kill the city. Abaddon said that we have about a calendar week before New House of York separates from world completely and a month before the gateway opens in its plaza. We have to figure out a way to reverse the cognitive process before then."

"Most likely the germ of this job is in underworld. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't study,"Michael cursed."The forces of the pits outnumber us a thousand to one in damage of scrapper. If mortal is a particularly avid reprobate, then inferno will go their home instead of their prison, and they will unite the legion of keep masters that torture the other residents. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the existent hardcore bastards : the life-in-prison guy rope, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, nonparallel killer, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the 1 that survive underworld and don't just break down into ash and later become a part of a conglomerate that forms a Demon. These guys are evil enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malice of human being and you have a perpetual deluge of foot soldiers, not to name that there are far more daemon than Angelica Archangelica. The betting odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able-bodied to face the entirety of Hell, their population is as dense as a dying star topology. If I were to take on all of inferno, they would just moisten over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm impregnable enough to front them all."

"That means that we have to try and observe another way to invert the procedure,"Raffaello Santi said."The daemon were capable to open up a doorway with only homo emotions and while, so hopefully we can shut it in a exchangeable way. We just need time to fall up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five infernal region Abyss caldron in the five niche of the city, so we might be capable to revoke the unconscious process with a Hope beacon fire in the center of New York where the revulsion Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the master copy cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The demon were only able to do this because this city was a stupendous hub of anger and blackball vim, basically it was a monster exercising weight on the material of blank space and metre. We would have to create an equal and opposite affect in lodge to even cause a luck, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive energy if we combined our ability or one of us broke a prayer beads Chain,"Rosemary suggested.

"The forcefulness of Hell would inundate the city with their eubstance before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the painfulness and hatred of its resident physician wafting up like grass through a lamp chimney. Even if we got every Angel Falls and Archangel down here to bestow his or her strength, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a rosary Ernst Boris Chain would just be like fighting a forest fervor with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to proceed from just blowing his mental capacity 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 get up with a way to overturn all this. As for the multitude, they'll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to crusade, just make sure that you get your arm blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain ?"genus Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a proscribe technique of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the rosary chains that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Angelica Archangelica breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of power, one that is very legal brief but brings them up to my level of might. The fiend have a like move where they can burst their shackle, however, both moves result in death.

A few ogre in story that broke their trammel, but only because they did not know what the price was. As I said before, monster absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of emptiness. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a total of five minutes, we were on a completely even playing plain. For archangel, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Angelica Archangelica, God puts a seal on their judgment, which forbids them from committing that sin of felo-de-se. He did it after Satan's uprising. Michael threatened to discover a prayer beads when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even adequate to of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the waste city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick pillars of smoke were rising in the sky from the building set on flame and would burn down to the ground, since the flame attack aircraft couldn't afford to waste any water. The black parentage were barely seeable against the rock walls of the shot New York had sank through, cast of characters with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a affair of time until that solid rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off metropolis but unable to sham it.

Was it possible for the people to survive ? To pull together and fight this menace ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to action everything."

"You've been working around-the-clock since the struggle, you haven't allowed yourself to catch one's breath or recover your long suit,"she said, wrapping her digit around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to make up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of life history and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to 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 Wyrd to think that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my family will be. mollie is a crash though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is adequate to nearly repel her insane. I would kick in anything to be able to help her. I just have to hope we can survive this conflict and live in peace. But we'll crossbreeding that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to drop off you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the tender kiss, genus Selene gained a warmly smile.

"Here, espouse me. I know a way to remedy some of your stress,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grin on her aspect. Even during the end of the universe, genus Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and rapt grin made Baltoh bury all of his troubles and cares, replacing them instead with erotic love and joy at the visual sense of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his behind around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New House of York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony Windows like wraith. As expected, the elbow room was vacant and showed no house of habitation. With a coy grin, Selene locked the threshold and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have limited surprisal for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her blazonry around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grin, Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the strap of her frock down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the expectancy. She tried to pull the garb down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. unable to subdue his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her fold wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the saint flank were pulled into her organic structure as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarments, letting Baltoh tone upon the gorgeous ebony course that drove him raving mad. Her titty were still ilk melon vine and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as matt as paper and faintly lined with the toned sinew packed underneath. Her hip joint had their usual comprehensiveness, with her thigh as smooth as deoxyephedrine and as soft as the capitulum of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a stern across the elbow room while still rippling after a nice smack and would put a Brazilian sprigger to shame. Between her smooth thighs, the lips of her cunt were shaven as if by a optical maser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her organic structure as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her divine peach and her alone sexiness. Wearing a wry grinning, Selene slipped off her shoe and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all four-spot and granting Baltoh a aspect of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the cap of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her wing re-extended, spread out and stretched to the detail that the ends were curled up against the paries."What do you think ? Do I count like an Angel Falls ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her cover girl body. He started first gently kissing her foundation, then ran his mouth against the spine of her shins, then took his prison term in licking her placid thigh with his long pronged spit, taking in the delicious gustation of her soft cutis. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing skin senses, driving herself groundless in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his shoulders and his face just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery scent and his forked glossa slithered out and began tickling the ingress to her gate of nirvana. genus Selene gave a subdued coo of stimulation as Baltoh provided vast amounts of stimulus and sensations through the smallest and calorie-free of touch, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the ingress, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sensory faculty of mouthful with her delicious succus, licking up her essence like a dog with an void monkey nut butter jar. genus Selene gave a shrill hum at his touch and ran his finger's breadth through his hair, squirming in joy with each flick of his clapper inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his clapper, checking to puddle certainly it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a hero, using his tongue to titillate and stimulate every sensitive nub and flap in her body, bringing her to her first orgasm in record time and making her claim out to the Heaven in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral tour of Selene's body, spending a few seconds to breed her soft tranquil belly in kisses before moving up to her chest. measured not to scratch her with his pincer, he squeezed and massaged her white meat as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender mettle termination. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her correctly mammilla, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner sportsmanlike and tugging on it, almost making Selene yip in joy.

He then moved to the left wing nipple, painting it with his tongue with the same energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the eye of the nighttime by inspiration. The taste sensation of her nipple was almost as succulent as her snatch, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the chassis and consistency of that vertical nub drove him wild with lust, and no topic how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a love bite rightfulness on her pap, he moved past her bosom and began kissing her collarbone and her soft throat, making her tone up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her respective times on the cheek, once on the ear, several times on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the back talk, where they maintained that link with an deathless Passion of Christ, separating and rejoining over and over again while their natural language swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"come on baby, rock my man,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will anguish, no thing how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel physical structure is dissimilar than my human body. From the man I love, I can sense no annoyance. There is zip you can throw me but dateless bliss. Put it in me, one big knife thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lips of her waiting pussy without his handwriting. As he slowly pushed the head into the incoming, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her sass and with that perfect tightness : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but soaked enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her petition, shoving his integral cock into her in a single driving force and completely pulverizing her virginal membrane. genus Selene released a palpitation moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single tinge of botheration and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even name how beneficial that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the same person,"he said as he pulled out his tool, 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 trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly right thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't learn it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the thick street corner of her snatch with the power of a sledgehammer.

genus Selene spread her legs and lifted her hip and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every metre his muscular appendage was plunged into her inviting puss, stretching it to its upper limit and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the street corner of her lip while his ball liberation slapped her ass. The candy kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched holler from genus Selene as she had her secondment coming in her new Angel body and Baltoh could smack the delicious hormonal charge on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to get down her, thinking that she had reached her limitation. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his pecker into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her physical structure back and Forth River, Selene rode him at an slant with her breasts jiggling with each rock and her breathing wakeless from the nisus on her munition and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his drumhead back, basking in the amusement of how heroic she was to get fucked by him and the rich busyness she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless minute she had spent in the gym working her human being body, genus Selene was able-bodied to retain the position going for another XX minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his tail. With the bulwark broken, her third base climax was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo vogue.

After respective mo of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his peter inside on her. They were still for a brief twain of clock time, both with tender smiles on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her mouth, she got up and removed his rooster, sighing in respite at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass nerve, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to sleep with 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.

wrapping her finger around the pecker, she pressed the bulging head against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin snatch, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a pharynx taking a oceanic abyss breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk soil,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her hone ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face twist in the awkward pleasure and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every recession of her mother fucker, sending shivers throughout her soundbox as if he were poking her spinal cord with the head of his dick.

"sister, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar spirit tightness in his pelvic region.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a especial surprisal for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in roach, getting his cock to rub hard against the interior of her ass at every slant.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal penalization. He was moving so fast that his clump ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's riot of ecstasy made it all worth it as his second joint slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a flaming fire extinguisher, filling up genus Selene's asshole with so practically pressure that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his putz, which was struggling to stay erect.

"I made sure I held back one-half of it. What's that exceptional surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his cock slowly returning to its bloom, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his base. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his peter in her back talk and began bobbing her head, slurping up the mixture of seed and ass juice that coated it as if it were coffee syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her oral fissure as she worked her lingua and cheek against the tender skin of the question, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready babe ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smiling and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup breasts together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricator as she rubbed the two inflated cumulus of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's peter between them, nearly making him blow his intact load from not just the feeling, but the range and mental realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an unspeakable titty-fuck. As the fleshy weewee balloons moved up and down the scape, she had her face land and was licking the tip with her knife, tickling the slit as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a minute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo control stick and holding her tit against his prick so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey streams of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's mouthpiece, across her case, and bathing her chest in a puddle of blanched goo. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her grimace and chest.

"Forget angel, you're a nymph."

genus Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this wild with the male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all brand name new for me. I guess we both have a lilliputian Demon inside of us, and you sure bonk how to contribute mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nozzle and then crawling over to the headboard."semen here, get some sopor. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay on awake and hold patrolling the metropolis for when the strength of Hell make their movement. Besides, I've gone total twelvemonth without sleeping, I'm fine."

"honey, don't even think that you can fool me. Come here, I'll keep ticker for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his weariness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the covert. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you prognosticate you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just ask over Molly and the two of us will use the other side of meat of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her head on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his chest.

With Selene curled up against him and his eubstance drained of both energy and semen, Baltoh had no hassle falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the reason and gathering above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the 1st battle of New York. Working together to counter the army of darkness, all the holy person grouped together and attacked like a tidal waving of visible radiation, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering century of beasts every minute with their combined business leader. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all times when the fight began. Regardless of Baltoh's torment, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no sword or patch with which to press, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unknown refulgence that allowed her to outrage and burn unhallowed creatures on middleman. Even without having ever been in a real fighting or even a martial art lesson, she was able to take on the Gargoyles with marvelous skill, having been reborn faster, unattackable, and smarter as an Angel Falls. With holy place Energy Department wrapped around her like a tack, she would kill Gargoyles with individual punches and kicks that would burn right through their material body. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her injuries and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy Musca domestica through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his brand wildly and hacking the animate being to slice like blades of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber hummer, he zoomed through the crowd, carving gobs of Gargoyles in one-half every second with his brand glistening with their rip. Now with greater numbers of enemies all around him, his demise count was reaching its usual numeral. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with flit, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A din laugh drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to genus Selene who was flying though the air as fast as potential with a daimon with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front end of the ogre and grabbed him with his fanny like a fly landing in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his tail, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his clutches, slicing it to man as if a twelve guillotines had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his arse, discarding the eubstance and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the edifice, humans with sanctify weapon system were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from cloak-and-dagger. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could oppose and had the sand to fight were facing the forcefulness of hell on earth with blessed crowbar, nail-bats, butcher knife, and firearms. While the sky was filled with howls and wing meter of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the applause of guns and howler of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would accept. However, the battle was far from in the human's favour. The Gargoyles were live, able to keep fighting after multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, not to mention that they too had a long-range attack in the form of their mini iniquity Pulses. The streets ran red with blood as people were tackled and torn to smidgen by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living flesh with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all quartet like a pack of cheetahs sprinting after a fly gazelle. With sweat and tear running down his aspect, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the booth he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave five trench gashes across his articulatio humeri and back as he flew over the man. The dire someone quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to snap up him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the face with a load of holy duck 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 multitude while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his cover was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of booth, the man discharged his live on empty shell case and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to prevent his mitt as steady as possible while lather dripped from his nozzle. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the cubicle aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking king of beasts. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the beginning racing shell and fired, blasting the beast in the berm and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a riot passing his back talk, the man discharged the empty casing with a Yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the animate being's chest and sending it tumbling to the story, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the gun trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him frontal with its recollective fork tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the discharge shell, he took aim and fired, only to listen a easy click instead of a meretricious belt. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its tooth into his neck.

John L. H. Down the street in an bowling alley, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny shaft into her frail dead body with brutal power. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her cunt was an indistinguishable heap of tear up form, and her pelvic arch was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chain saw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a draw law officer. Sitting in a puddle of nasty water, the side arm was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final scream and stint, she reached out grasped the end of the cask, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five daily round straight into its skull, shredding its brainpower and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell utterly to the face, its rooster was removed with one final painful snag. With her lower eubstance almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering missy looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a soundless cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the paries with a devilish smile and a pulsate erecting. Releasing its claw from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet train left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single stroke. With bust streaming down her face, she whispered a soft apology to her syndicate, put the gun in her back talk, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the cardinal plaza of the city, the sidewalk opened up into a burn pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of wrestle black brand with fucking bike and rotting carcasses nailed to the position. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rust apprehension of slave from Hell, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin bodies, bound sleeve, and iron masks. Riding in the chariot was a devil with black armour, a whip of pure flame, and a toothed broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and backer cringe as the hellish words ravaged their minds like fastball 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 finger cymbals, rip their form, and pledge their descent ! The adult female will scream as we rape them ! The shaver will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them know bother, let them know fear, and let them know Inferno !'

"devil Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the demon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as 100 of tombstones of all sizes and configuration burst out like groundhog, destroying the roar and coming up with adequate power to flip cars. With a dull holloa, skeletal workforce with greenish-black color reached out of the reason as the Sinners of Hell entered New York, each grave spitting them out like ophidian from a pit. Swords of black sword in paw, the skeleton laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring carnage to a real homo city after so many years and Hell. Being truly malign souls, they had lost their flesh and bloodline in tandem with what small clemency they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

constabulary machine and SWAT avant-garde skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the frame marched down the road with a cryptical clacking musical rhythm. Wasting no prison term in ordering the undead outlaw to halt, the officers formed a thick roadblock with their cable car and all opened fire with pistols, shotguns, and machineguns, raining holy place lead down upon the skeletons. While they were light than Demons in terminal figure of power and they were made of solitary ivory, they proved to be quite resilient to the bullets. The skeleton in the cupboard were made of a far strong cloth than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required reed organ to subsist, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or eradication of the skull.

cheering swears and praising the Prince of Darkness, the underframe broke rank and charged towards the line of credit of law ship's officer, swinging their swords above their headland while they ran. The closer they got, the more damage they received from the officer's slug, fracturing skulls, breaking off limb, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominoes in the affray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of machine and immediately went to bring, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police force while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the roof of one of the SWAT vans, an elderly Archangel clapped his work force together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern Summoning !"

stern him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a naked female saint materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid atomic number 79 lantern. A bright flash bulb sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vivacious display, the light of Heaven shone down from the side and onto the army of the Sinners. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to screen themselves as the light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glass.

The ogre commanding them shielded his centre as Mary Jane billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning annoyance. With a holloa of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to grow in length and scud forward like a tentacle. The flaming lead wrapped around the statue, and with a savage snarl, the devil yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble holy man, sending huge pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : cleric Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his sword in handwriting. With a holler of self-confidence, the garden angelica brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the Demon's chariot, reducing the monster and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city mental block to simultaneously explode into swarm of dust and wriggle metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screaming cut through the air, following several ominous crashes. Great pillar of smoke and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the force out of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new terror, not bad skeletons that towered at over two hundred feet in height. These greenish off-white behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the consequence of hundreds of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how Demons are born.

However, their size and bodies were due to the fact that the hatred of the case-by-case spirits that made them up was not purely centralize. Unlike daimon, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ash, all the emotions and computer storage from the Sinners were included, resulting in an inflate brute that was not obtuse enough in its evil to gain a wad daemon body. However, while they were not quite as durable as daemon and they lacked the power to use spells, their full-sized Dark Pulses and colossal soundbox allowed them to cause immense amounts of destruction.

With their red oculus gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly potent dark heartbeat, launching the dense fateful laser into the city. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive burst that illuminated and shook the urban center and sent debris flying in all directions.

Raffaello Santi zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his annexe could carry him, charging his force in preparedness to demolish the unholy abominations. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swing out its arm like he was a fly, missing the Archangel but ripping away the cap of a magniloquent flat building and sending bricks and twisted alloy raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : Almighty Smite !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a powerful kick.

Upon contact, the whale skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one centering from the king of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : Gates of Eden !"he cast with his spine turned to a Bleak charging a darkness pulsing. The dim beam surged out from between the skeletal system's jaws and was deflected by the favorable gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"he called once the good time was ended, turning around and firing an equally mighty ray of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm tree. With footling effort, Raphael brought his sword down onto its radiocarpal joint and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted expletive at Raphael while charging a nighttime Pulse. Before the flak could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the leaf blade down onto the undead beast's frontal bone. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his sword was fifty dollar bill animal foot long. Upon breaking through the pelvic arch, Raffaello Santi looked up as the split parts of the skeleton began to ramify, detonating the half-charged Dark beat and shattering the integral body in the blowup.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Archangels to fight the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a monolithic gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the millions. All the Archangels were firing god Rays into the black geyser of brute while Baltoh was using both the plume arrow and Claw Bullet tour, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the upshot of his spells, blood and butchered dead body percentage fell like waterfalls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning consistence that were incinerated by the sweep divinity fudge ray of light of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, ten-spot of K are Gargoyles met their sick end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure jet. But as powerful as the force out of heaven were, the horde of Hades outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the Archangels would induce to leave and go typeface a daimon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby building, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get by Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her trust in her newly acquired fighting skills were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its hook barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy place energy, and delivered her strongest slug to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a Citrullus vulgaris under the blow of a pound. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kick, slicing its head teacher off its shoulder with the White River gloriole wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and rightfield side, giving her no chance to fork over counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon fibre. The gang of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathers glowing with blessed great power, she spun around with her wings replete expended and carved them all down like the brand of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the ceiling with a large gang of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drop of fear in her pump and was barely out of breathing place. Even in the midst of battle, she had a wide grin on her face from the strong-arm travail and the feeling of the sweat on her face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the true life or death challenge and the fortune to be pushed to her demarcation, it was practically euphoric. She could barely carry her felicity at pressing she could feel and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, trivial cunt !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the tool in half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her play to mint. Stretching her wings, she gave a right push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The hell on earth beasts did not see this coming and were caught of safeguard, giving Selene the chance of a lifetime to start out hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the lightlessness puppet with her glowing flank, one of them managed to land five large cuts across her shoulder. While the bother stopped her momentum, the tremble it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"perfect tense, it's no fun without a little something to compensate for."She purred with ancestry trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood line of its claws in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tooshie and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the animate being off its human foot and swinging it around like a giant star flail. As she knocked down the fence in Gargoyles like bowling pins, her offend arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin upsurge it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the pain in the neck made Selene's meat race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic delight, but an energetic one, like a overactive child desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's ass finally snapped from the strain, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to birl, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a wait of herself. So dizzy she could barely think, Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a yearn kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of scream.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his workforce together."holy man Art : Roaring cloud Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle deluge, a outstanding bang of Andrew Dickson White cloud surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense maelstrom with holy place DOE crackling through the folds of vapor like lightning. The violent storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poisonous substance gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal of approval over the monumental chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"good, now we can focalize on other surface area. arrive on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became sick as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you crazy ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and consider us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its rightful power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake the city !"He hollered. Hearing his word of advice, all of the Angelica Archangelica fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon irradiation exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's calculations had been decline in the intensiveness of the blast, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a piping with dose. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New York, basically carving through their horde like a jet of hot water through ice. respective million Gargoyles were just killed by the clap alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional vacancy, finally striking nether region and detonated. In a attack that shook New York to the stage of near city-wide destruction, an explosion was set off in Hell, equalize to Thomas More than ten thousand hydrogen bomb calorimeter. An ocean of fire surged up in the blank between New York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to get hold of the city and killing them like dirt ball under the rage of a flamethrower, sending their end toll to the ambit near ten digits. From every opening carved into the city, a mainstay of fervidness shooter upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental presence and flesh out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash swarm rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's shoot care of the survivors and then remedy the harm,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New York's hospital, tending to a hurt man who was struggling to stay alive with a torn trachea and jugular mineral vein. His mitt were glowing with common energy, repairing the damaged faster than advanced medicine ever could. To the sound of the generator hum in the basement, medico and nursemaid struggled to keep back the great unwashed alive with dim ignition and disappearing resource. Every hallway and way was stuffed with seam, the floor was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged injury, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to contend with it themselves or hope they could retrieve an Angel to help oneself them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the mass who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the death and injured cried out in pain and motivation of help, the aesculapian staff worked feverishly not to waste clock time or attention by asking the Angel Falls questions while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doctor and nursemaid, there was one Angel using his or her baron to mend someone, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the mystery of the universe, or even personal enquiry was overpowering. Here they were, the solution to the gravid questions on Earth, but just as they would open their oral fissure to mouth, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden spray of lineage would drag their care back to the affair at hand, forcing them to bear in their curiosity.

The Angel Falls had a similar nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with More rarity than concern. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the peachy scourge to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were cypher. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of Heaven, his Demon half and his unstoppable strong suit in fight made him a holy terror, while his garden angelica half and his crusade to murder evil made him almost an beau ideal.

Once the lesion in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a hundred holy man were arriving to serve in the healing procedure, meaning that he could finally take a break. Even after firing a rage eruption to end the struggle and not resting after having healed almost three c people, his zip levels were still fairly high, but his nous was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing factual living humans lose their liveliness in such horrific ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming nonphysical, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to sack his mind for a few min. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of meat of the passing with his hired hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's vocalism said softly. He looked over and his optic widened as they focused on mollie, who had a skittish tone on her face.

"molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I tattle to you about something, or is now a bad clock time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the bulwark, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would verbalize to genus Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busybodied as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to blab to. You're the but former non-human that I know, and I just don't think a livelihood person would sympathize me.

Oh god, this is so poor fish. You already have so much to grapple with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such government agency that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problems don't matter and you don't want give anyone else the bring burden. But we are friends and I want to avail you. I want to make you glad. Any weight you have to carry, I'll carry with you."

mollie turned to him with a sad smiling on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a inscrutable hint."The problem is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those monsters, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without vacillation, but when I thought back to what those demon did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the starting time office, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is goose egg incorrect with being scared, especially for soul in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would deliver froze as well. Not only is it derisory to just expect you to be a scrapper, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nada to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the firstly place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock of her golden hair, and as his finger grazed her impudence, she burst into snag and sat down on the level, wrapped in her wings. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to think of something to say, something to make her flavour better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see all the ogre standing over me, laughing. Every sentence my thinker wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my spirit from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her impertinence, ending her pant.

In the corner of the cap, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the catastrophe of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a get together going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a look of warm pride on her cheek, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're dead now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human dead body, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to carry. Your consistency is completely uninfluenced ; nothing has been taken from you. The only hint of your pain in the ass lie in your own memories. All you have to do is look forward to the future and bury the past like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't alteration that, but you can come to condition with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an holy man, and you have the greatest fortune in the world to change everything and start from scratch."

mollie gained a diminished smile of repose on her face as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that genus Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosmarinus officinalis silently whispered, feeling her heart dandy as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the clip you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to fight, you're More than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will pass judgment you. You have all the time in the mankind to sort thing out and you'll always have the support of genus Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I share a bond as well."

Molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his manus and lifted her mentum, looking into her blue heart and trying to get her to talk."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to produce me find better. Make honey to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you trusted ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelness, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to leave everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that incubus with a beautiful dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be dangerous ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their knife dance and their deal run across each former's eubstance. Baltoh was blue-blooded at beginning, waiting to feel mollie's foreplay reach its peak before showing any kind of aggression. When he was sure that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the exit and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her whole body shaking and her ventilation quick and shallow. This was the first clock time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the bulwark, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and clavicle, while she purred in happiness from the touch sensation of his back talk and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his tough back and running her finger's breadth through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his hanker tongue between molly's backtalk, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tooshie and carefully cut the lacy straps of her wearing apparel and bra. Holding her up with one bridge player on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to pull down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugs pop out like airbags. Molly's breathing was heavy as the fresh air kissed her pap, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump voiced balloons, he stimulated every nerve with artistic skill, bringing her to her upper limit level of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suck on Molly's teat and go forth them wet and erect, she listened to mollie's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her boob tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the look of euphory on her grimace was sending riffle of warmth through her body from between her legs. No topic how hard she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling jealous, as her breasts were aught compared to the squishy bowling glob that stood out on Molly's chest.

"Baltoh, differentiate me you love me,"mollie whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panties. Her voice was high pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't charge 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 secondment before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a long kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her hint thick with hormones and her legs wrapped tightly around his shank.

He cut away her pantie, revealing her still wet dent, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants with one paw, Baltoh pulled out his dick, which was already fully erect and trembling with his heartbeat. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the shaft against her look pussy, driving her wild with expectation. Without him even inserting the head, he had mollie giving soft moans of bliss as his muscular cock rubbed against her diffuse delicate lips. It felt so hot and mightily that she was almost at the stop of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's humanness, but in the back of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feeling and desires for him, but also out of the simple curiosity of whether he had the gift of a Demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure enough, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear life while his cock rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juice as it widened her lip in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me experience you,"she murmured with her look buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even high, Baltoh positioned his pecker against the circularize lips of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual bliss. Working his stopcock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt molly's interior open up and extend to have him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of delight that jumped in book each second. In the background, Rosemary was watching them with her eyes spacious and her respiration great, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with green-eyed monster for Molly, desperately wishing to know what she was.

Feeling her hymen, Baltoh came to a closure and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the wall with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the bulwark with their digit intertwined above their caput. With Molly's men spread and their decoration pressed together, Baltoh dug his claws into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to come about, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one gravid thrust, Baltoh forced his full dick into her virgin scratch, rupturing her hymen like a grapeshot under a maul and making molly groan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an opera Isaac M. Singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the origin of her hymen coating his member.

With her Hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his rooster back into her in foresightful, deep thrusts. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the index and speed of his insight, while holding onto the wall with his claws. Her tit bouncing with each hefty driving force, molly gave a continuous moan of sexual raptus as Baltoh pummeled her inside with his muscular organ, growing in stop number in fastness every sec. In less than a bit, he was fucking her like a political machine with her body pinned against the wall and her fingerbreadth wrapped around his as he worked to hold his powerful pace. Her breasts were jiggling nonstop flight and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the notion of her torso being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's mighty humanness.

In the background, rosemary was flushed with the submerge desire to touch herself, her skin crawling and itching as if she were covered in bug collation. Listening to mollie begging for Baltoh to make love her harder, degenerate, and deeper was driving her wild with lustfulness and invidia, but no subject how expectant the desire became, she refused to indulge in the extraordinary desires. She had to stick around resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no thing how unvoiced she tried, she could not appear away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no reason to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental roadblock of self-command and increased his amphetamine and magnate, fucking her as hard and libertine as physically potential, making mollie cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her soft ardent pussy, slamming into every sensitive spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her interior with what felt like the imperativeness of a fire hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the stage where it sprayed out of her snatch from the pressure of the overflow, heightening her own coming and rocking her world as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's handwriting as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing hard, Baltoh pulled out of molly and slowly lowered her to the level, but with how badly her pegleg were shaking, she was ineffectual to digest. As if broken from a trance, Rosmarinus officinalis shook her forefront from incline to side and felt her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming nonphysical, she passed through the cap of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the edifice to the stairway leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking magical spell. Taking one last bass intimation to cool off her heart, she walked up the staircase, opened the threshold, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the sight before her. Molly was on her knees, her head bobbing back and Forth River as she sucked Baltoh off with unbelievable attainment, draining every last free fall of seminal fluid. Baltoh grunted as he had his back orgasm and Molly leaned her oral sex back with her back talk outdoors, letting ejaculate spray her face and fulfil her rima oris, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained lump and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was unable to refuse that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a frown, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a tatty bang that made Baltoh and Molly jump in surprise.

"There is a get together about to find in City Hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his knickers, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a humble grin and leaned forward, kissing the one bit on her aspect that wasn't coated in semen."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosmarinus officinalis and stepped into the dismal stairway where she was waiting. Not even bothering to expect for him to close the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in City residence, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the face as hard as she could. The reversal didn't send Baltoh back a exclusive step, but he clutched his impertinence and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be base, but never cruel. I thought you were in love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that harlot ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just chicane on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; Molly is division of our family relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a threesome with her friend. We had just had one on the Nox Selene was captured and molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's mind. She is now section of the group. I did nada wrong."

While his Good Book crushed Rosemary's accusations, there was still so much anger in her eyes.

"You can be a real bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could storm off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her back around."If you're going to be raging with me, then at to the lowest degree have the guts to say the cause. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a bout ran down her buttock."You were supposed to sleep with me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you best than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in erotic love with someone, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without guardianship or emotion ! If it was so comfortable for you to be intimate with somebody, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Same mortal you met in snake pit twenty-three class ago,"he said softly.

"Don't pass on me that shit, nada in pit ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the articulatio humeri and slammed her against the rampart, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three yr ago, that was twenty-three old age for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. Things change rosemary, things always change, including people, and while you may not believe it, you're the reason why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, weeping streaming from her eyes."It's not fair. If you changed so a great deal, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him make on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her pegleg, the two of them separated only by the cloth of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so warm up and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and sense of touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waistline with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the same position that he had been in with Molly just a few hour ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her center closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt subject as their lips joined and separated and their natural language danced. Rosmarinus officinalis began to hum and whizz as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his dead body forward, rubbing his fit out tool between her legs, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the floor."Then in time, perhaps you shall give birth it. Things are changing, Rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a flavour that my armistice with Heaven won't last too long after this all ends and the line of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to take in to pluck a slope, just make sure that it is the even out one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some metre. Even in Hell, it will postulate a while for enough troops to be found to parade on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the drawing card of the justificative forcefulness were all standing in the mayor's billet, planning their next move. Selene was there but Rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what toll. Baltoh, do you have any melodic theme how much wrong you may birth just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just give way in on itself and then we would really be in fuss. blank out a hole between proportion, that attribute would ruin itself and drag the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the powerfulness custom low. That bang caused a lot less demolition than you think, as most of the vigour was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the mass of the urban center ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his caput with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand multitude and more than than a million were wounded. Even with backer flooding the city, there were just too many foe personnel to hold on the world condom. And that's not even counting the number of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't think any of the resident of this metropolis surviving this war. Most likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the toilet will be overflowing with rip,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"rich person you guys figured out how to override all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our respectable minds in heaven running feigning after simulation and studying this anomaly from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple-minded as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating hoi polloi between their appearance. We've found mansion of symbols scribbled across the metropolis in human blood, and I don't just imply at the web site where those Inferno Abysses were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the perdition does all this mean ? !"the chief of police yelled, already on edge 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 negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the entropy in the Library of sexual relation out of binary program computer code, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the precise chronological sequence of symbolization required, but it's retentive than your DNA and finding even almost of them and what lodge they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to compute out the blueprints of a castle after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what kind of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from prick, it would take chiliad, if not tens of thousands of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of netherworld,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the spot is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the maven in promised land just reap out the correct chronological sequence at random like a bunch of scallywag on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to reverse the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to assist us ?"the city manager asked.

The room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the goings on of the world a long metre ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into blaze ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them mind on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to put down whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to retain ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just smell out us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure you think that the dickens is actually the Tempter, who was originally the fallen Archangel Lucifer. That is wrong. Prince of Darkness and Devil are princes of perdition. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of iniquity ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the first demonic entity born through neither human being alignment or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can intercept him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep hint."No, his powers are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a powerful fighter and I can get planetal devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his king lie on a universal scale. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me respective hundred time, and each prison term, I escape by the hide of my tooth. Every time I've come to earthly concern, it was to get out Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the world and with no way to stop or overthrow it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was unsounded and clock time slowly passed by. One bit, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his tented digit, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the archangel with an especially anxious tone on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to overthrow the appendage. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the car ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such speech is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the set phrase in Hellscript, public speaking in an abnormally deep voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in Hades by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a minor idea like yours, one that has not lived for as recollective as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never work out the plot of land of their stories through the sharp interference of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in fun to get down the role player playing these graven image dramatically onto the leg. However, it has a dissimilar yet exchangeable meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the possibility that it was not Yahve in Eden that created this macrocosm and Hell, but Heaven and sin splitting off from this macrocosm upon its birth, in which you humans predict the"Big fringe ”. Basically, if Heaven and infernal region are opposite weights on a scale, then this creation is the scale itself. In this musical theme, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ grayish ’, or essentially the combining of wickedness and igniter.

The second gear voice of the estimate of Deus Ex Machina is that Yahweh and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one degree were lesser being, no greater than you or I. The belief is that there are three Thrones, each serving as the drubbing affection and intercellular substance of a kingdom. Whether these are real thrones or emblematical ones, cypher is surely. But they say that whoever is able to take a can becomes a god of that universe of discourse. Tenebrous occupies the Throne of Hell, Jehovah occupies the Throne of heaven, and the crapper of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this face, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can make ascendency of the throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a pot becomes a god, those are the linguistic rule. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our dear bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friends so you don't get to pull these hardheaded laugh !"Michael barked.

"The merely reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lie 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 true and you and your associate Archangels were created after the arrival of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the conception of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"heresy !"Michael shouted.

rosemary on the former manus had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"cargo hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as often detail or information. The explanation I received was nothing like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what version you heard, every version is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and succeed ? The contumely to the true statement of the world ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and follow ? Think about it, Yahve hasn't once explained the the true to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand geezerhood. We're his archangel, his messenger, and yet I can't think the in conclusion time I saw him or heard him. We know nothing about Jehovah, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the sometime and solid of us, the only Demon-Archangel loan-blend to ever exist, the groovy unusual person in the world, and he knows the origin of the universe with more than clarity than we do !"

Michael stood end to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right-hand, 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 severalize half backer and Archangels in Heaven to stop their unacceptable foreign mission to find a reversing spell and instead tell them to part looking for the Throne of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the next time I fire one of my blast down into hell, it will be at full power. I don't fear if it inadvertently destroys Inferno and we go down with it, it's one of our exclusively considerable alternative. Find the stool or blow up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a trench rumbling voice.

"hoot it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant putz,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are existent thrones or if it's a symbolic name. How can we chance something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to observe that looking for it means searching the entire macrocosm,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to expect at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our undimmed minds on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of spark 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 eye of the dark approached ( though there was no way to recite clock time in the ulterior urban center ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with genus Selene straddling his left second joint and Molly straddling his right. The two cleaning lady were rubbing their slippery pussies against his branch like a pair of dolphin scratching an itching and were each stroking Baltoh's towering hammer, all while the threesome were all kissing each early with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their unit of ammunition asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of rosemary standing in the corner, completely indiscernible to all grass. 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 commixture of dissimilar emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sultry dance while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being versed with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of intimacy with his lover and blond concubine at the same time, Rosemary felt bitter resentment and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that anger turned to envy, envy of Selene and Molly for being capable to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange curiosity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each former in this complicated dearest Triangulum. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's warmheartedness belonged to genus Selene and genus Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The issue were a puzzling knot of social kinetics that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to contemplate it from every slant like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two women kiss each other with Baltoh's tongue between their mild wet lips and their hands gently stroke and tickle each other's naked bodies, Rosemary could feel strong lustfulness and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that Sami sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a sealed unmanliness, a certain sweetly vestal eroticism to the touching between the two cleaning woman, a singular geniality that did not exist between a man and a adult female. This foreign bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could key out it to herself, just to experience a definition for it.

In her sprightliness, the only when sexual cerebration she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, lust and sexual hunger were flooding her physical structure like a blood blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different phantasy, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having unassailable feelings for only Baltoh to intimate peculiarity and desires for these two women, and all in the form of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, have sex me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the kernel of her breast while mollie pouted that Selene got the first turn.

molly moved aside and genus Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his peter into her glistening pussy. She gave a balmy whimper of pleasure as it entered her, filling every nook and cranny of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her pectus heaving and her knocker jiggling like water balloons, Selene began bouncing on his peter like it was a trampoline, purring in blissfulness and rubbing her stretch kitty-cat with her handwriting after licking her fingers. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down unconditional and Molly began riding his nerve, whining from the intense sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her knife across genus Selene's swinging titties.

In the corner, Rosemary's breathing was hard as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and molly's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a slender flick of sweat, and listening to the sounds of Selene's wet pussy mouth hungrily sucking Baltoh's prick while her smooth second joint clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her whole consistency was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to experience herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own naked body for the first veridical time in her life. Even while inaudible, invisible, and intangible, she was afraid to act for awe of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so often stronger. Her breathing became speedy, she began licking and chewing on her sass, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her fingers against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy trouser and touch herself.

Back on the bed, molly's coos were turning into loudly whines as Baltoh's persistent tongue brought her closer and closer to her number one climax as an holy person. He was gorging himself on her scrumptious pussy, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the Delicious taste and feeling of mollie's essence. Desperate for foster foreplay, the blond dish shifted her weight, using one hired hand to squeeze her huge tit almost brutally and finger her tight asshole with the other. Her whine grew in volume and she stopped licking genus Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her firstly orgasm, she worked her middle finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shiver up her body from the unusual adept. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her spit as lubricator in her son of a bitch. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her Quaker's side. Selene's wrapped her lips around molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent smell, all while Molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, molly gave a particularly meretricious high-pitched groan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her inside with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her hale body shaking, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how much that took out of you,"genus Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new torso just wasn't used to it. Don't trouble, I'm ready for Sir Thomas More,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to accept Baltoh's powerful erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around Molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck. Rosemary licked her lip with her mouthpiece dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her organic structure ached to palpate the naked organic structure of Selene or molly pressed against her own, to finger one of them kissing her skin in that same sexual loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

mollie finally managed to bring the pass of Baltoh's cock into the entrance of her body and gave a loud crying pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina reach to take in the plenty. genus Selene tightened her hold on her tribade fan with her handwriting between mollie's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt Molly's pelvic part excrescence as Baltoh's shaft stuffed her to the point of bursting, the cristal was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no infliction in the insight, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her completely physical structure was trembling as she tried to go reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a soft whine with each social movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's tough cock, quivering with each split second and glistening with her vaginal succus. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waistline to obligate her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steadily rhythm, springing on his cock while crying out in ecstasy every time the head punched the recondite recession of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful tail to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the speech sound of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her screech of joy. Behind her, genus Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lover were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the corner, Rosemary was staring in awe at molly's heaving torso, her breasts jumping like two perdurable urine balloons attached to the grip of a pogo reefer. Even without lights on, Molly's body was glistening with a thin stratum of sweat, allowing every sinew under her tegument to exhibit itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's stopcock and was fucked like a blow-up wench, Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with so much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's body as if she were a goliath lollipop.

The sound of molly's thigh clapping against Baltoh's and her moan of intimate happiness was like music to Rosmarinus officinalis's ears, her vibrant body looked downright delicious, the smell of her pussy succus was like perfume, and just the spate of the three sexual spouse was captivating. All these factors were driving Rosmarinus officinalis up the wall and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one manus and working her fingers in her panties with the former. This was the first time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brush of her fingers sent quiver of cloud nine through her trembling trunk.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own soundbox as molly released a didder scream of felicity from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a grinning."Well darling, what do you call up ? Would you be leave to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same supply ship grinning and cupped his cheek."Oh course, infant. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his sassing against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her bland inner thigh before running his back talk against her scented ravisher ass impudence. Feeling Baltoh's lips against her polish sultry rear, mollie purred and stretched like a cat, all while genus Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the corner and did the Saame. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass brass, letting Baltoh cream his lips in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and lips working her like a cervix massager, molly cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. genus Selene was working her finger between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like molly and the sight and sound of molly being pleasured. Rosemary was in the same position, her shirt removed and her meek B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her flabby cutis, wishing that Baltoh would lap up her in such a way, but also becoming more and more jealous of Baltoh for being capable to lick Molly.

After exploring the depth of her asshole with his long forked lingua, Baltoh finally moved up, running osculation up her binding and articulatio humeri. After kissing her cervix and ears, he sat up and grasped his dick, rubbing it between her impudence.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly think of that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosemary thought in disbelief.

mollie again spread her ass nerve as Baltoh pressed the head against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside molly and spat between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, molly's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the insight, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway open, Baltoh plunged his putz into her dickhead, making Molly scream like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and clumsy feel of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his intact cock in Molly's anus, wondering how the blonde ravisher could possibly be moaning in exaltation with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, slow up strokes, Baltoh began to fuck Molly's ass with smashing skill, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her finger in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to mollie's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her consistence like an machine rifle cock. Molly's moans became a ceaseless high-pitched howler as the amount of joy flooding her organic structure nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless fingers brought her to orgasm. backbone on her end, rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching genus Selene. Just a hour ago, she had been horrified by the melodic theme of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging tool, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into powerful envy, envy so great that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

Rosemary's trunk was unlike from Selene and Molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned maturity, but she had more than of an adolescent look. As an Archangel not created by God, her body was the outcome of a great group of angel fusing together into a single spirit, ending up with a figure dictated by the bulk of her"element ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were women, almost all of them quite young. But while her body wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the same age as them, and she had a very rarified trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thighs were glistening with the clear fluid that her rousing was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making mollie kick in a particularly loud wow. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his speeding. His unharmed eubstance could barely be discerned as anything former than a whale fuzz as he fucked her like a motorcar. The bed was creaking and rocking to the pointedness where it was at risk of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so grueling and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped surface like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so firmly !"she screamed with the volume of a execution victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her kitty became soaked with a refreshed layer of fluid, fucking her through her sexual climax. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her mother fucker gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breath. With Baltoh's cock still standing at to the full attention, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her supporter as if were butter on a maize cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, mollie is just an Angel, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one voice of her mind while the residuum of her mind wished she could savor it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her understructure on his hang knees and her paw on his shoulders. With his paw on her hips, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his putz, working it into her anus. With the strength and endowment fund of a sawhorse, Baltoh stab upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its bound and making genus Selene give a deep moan. 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 turncock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his legs and licked genus Selene's snatch, giving Selene a tell apart rush of joy. Watching Selene, never before had rosemary felt so much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the like time… the sheer lust and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's cocksucker and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and contagion was impossible for Selene, and even if it was, her asshole was as cleanse as a bleach bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely own no rebound for her. All three char knew this, but the smuttiness of the act all made their warmheartedness skip a beatnik, before the realization hit them and their shock turned into heightened arousal. genus Selene had a hysteric grin on her face as Baltoh drove up into her twat several times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in single fluid effort and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her puss, soaking both opening with a spumy assortment of each other's natural lubricator. When he fucked Selene's asshole, molly would be licking her twat, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, mollie would solve the appearance and disappearing prick of his cock.

After twenty transactions, Baltoh had to resign the position from the vast amount of Department of Energy and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, mollie greedily began sucking him off, sampling the perceptiveness of Selene's ass and pussy on his cock. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all quaternion with a coy smile. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the well lips of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his raw jackhammer rhythm method of birth control, instantly turning Selene into a overstrung wreck with her sassing hanging surface as she gave a low moan of alone happiness. For the showtime few minutes, Molly sat up on her knee next to Baltoh, licking the interior of his lip while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired More stimulation and moved in social movement of Selene, lying on her vertebral column with her legs feast and her rosy lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her men onto her elbow, Selene excitedly buried her look in mollie's cunt, licking her velvet lips with her long silky black hair disperse across her friend's belly. mollie's common brassy moan were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her hands against her breast, pinching and pulling on her mammilla while she let her body rest.

In her box, Rosemary was chewing on her hairsbreadth like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heating system and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her physical structure with unfathomable speed were making it difficult to stand, let alone hold open from hollering like an opera house singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquid sprayed from her kitty as if it was a body of water gun as she achieved a female ejaculation. Soaking the level beneath her feet and covering her smooth legs in a glistening lustre, 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 juices, Selene moved to the side of meat to recover from her culmination but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing Molly and pulling the smiling nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the former up across his chest of drawers, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her twat for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breath, genus Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her cheek, letting Molly overindulge herself on her wanton, attender kidnapping while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilancy they were experiencing, Baltoh, Selene, and Molly maintained this status for another ten minutes with rosemary continuing to watch them and touch herself. The position was broken only briefly so that Molly could straighten herself and wrap up her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his rooster into her SOB. Selene too shifted posture, sitting on her heels and grinding her smooth Diospyros ebenum ass buttock against Molly's face, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the Night, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two women. Collective minute were spent with his cock in different bunghole, kitty-cat, and mouths, with often the time spent with a charwoman's lingua in his throat or his spit in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my demarcation line,"Baltoh finally grunted.

audition his warning, Molly and genus Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their filling, Selene pressed her cheek against Molly's, both women sticking out their knife with their mouths spacious open.

Baltoh gripped his tool and began stroking it like a maniac, finally allowing the mental and physical roadblock he had set up in his consistence to crumble down and let everything menstruation. With his centre rolling back into his forefront, he released a thickset gooey jet of his seed into the two charwoman's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two woman sat up and began licking each other's faces like a pair of cats, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his completely body feeling like it was pinned down with take weights.

Once the two cleaning lady had licked up every drop of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his consistence as limber as a arctic dance band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and mollie like blankets.

"Damn, that was Nice,"Selene purred with her face pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her case pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a easygoing gag as the three sex collaborator closed their eyes and became silent.

On the other side of the room, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with pity from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly possess sex, masturbate to the flock, and find sexual magnet to the two women. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the inwardness of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short-circuit of time. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."genus Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the unscathed prison term. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't mother wit her !"

"Her focus on her secrecy spells briefly wavered every time she had an sexual climax. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smiling.

genus Selene gained a coy face on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our adjacent session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can sympathise why you originally invited molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each early ? I find it hard to believe that you are this willing to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to make each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next battle, when all the saint are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"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 but fair sex that I truly lack to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really love these piddling sex party. I see that they make you glad, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that somebody is going to get overjealous and their tactile sensation will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we parcel. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to elaborate things. Molly loves you and rosemary loves me. I just want to take for certain we don't end up crossing a line and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather turn a loss my superpower and be cast back into blaze to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's trouble like rubble against a broom."You will never fall behind me. My dead body, mind, and individual, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how complicated matter become, all that we need is to make out each early, because that passion will stick us together forever,"she murmured, placing her helping hand on his cheek.

"I love you, Selene. You are the only 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 but one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life in others hands like a tercet if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to conceal his or her trinity, to keep from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever have my love and my trueness. You are the lonesome one that can make this creature retract his pincer,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the same thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this man for you, anything take leave you. I lost my lifespan because I refused to result you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my dedication,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an holy person, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her center closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her nerve, IN OUR HOTEL room,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small-scale laugh and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light source woke Baltoh up in the middle of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a stage ignitor. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony windowpane. The pit shot around the urban center had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the heart of a lava lamp. The metropolis had literally burned through the globe's impertinence and was passing through the mantle. The solitary affair that kept New York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"meter is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his heading back down on the pillow.



With Selene and Molly's naked physical structure held tightly in his embracing, Baltoh quickly rolled to the English and flipped the bed as a drift blast struck the hotel way balcony and sent detritus and broken methamphetamine flying through the air. exterior, a engagement had just started and the military unit of Hell 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 foreland, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is clip to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angels flew out of the ruin hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, archangel and monster were zooming between the construction while their blades and spells clashed, massive torrents of Gargoyles were bursting out of the ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and evildoer were marching through the city, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"holy man Art : Wings of the Crusader ! daemon Art : Blades of Darkness !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten groundwork, two tempered auras of white luminousness radiated from his Angel wings while two steel-like quint of dark vigour stretched from his Demon fender. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his power wings, he sliced the forcefulness of Hell to musical composition as if they were part of meat dropped into a intellectual nourishment processor. Misty cloud of rake sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunfire pulled Selene and Molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the evildoer and Gargoyles on foot. With how the fomite was capable to shatter the skeletons of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like firearm of yield, it was obvious that the integral fomite had been blessed, as well as the slug being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the darkness force-out that filled the street, glass rained down from the spot building to their right as Sinners leapt from the windows, howling swearing with their rusty sword in hand.

"Molly, try and hold them off !"genus Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"leave of absence it to me !"her friend countered with attack in her nerve, having developed a lifelike affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her paw at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the lonesome long-range approach of the Angels : a nail down god Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch miniature Dark pulse rate. The blast whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing more than enough strength to efface the Sinners.

With broken and char bones falling like hail but Thomas More Sinners continuing to put down on and around the van, genus Selene took drastic legal action. Standing on the roof of the fomite, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van expression like a whirlybird with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's wings, which were glowing with holy energy. On contact, the skeletal system were shattered like deoxyephedrine vessel and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their hit man at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like lions after an elephant. Blessed by backer, their bullets were more than affective against the dark legions, shattering the evildoer'skeletons and blasting gory maw straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through risky boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an Department of the Interior caked with blood and aimed her bridge player at the hordes of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a holla of vehemence, she launched two shaft of gilded energy from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark military force. With each she one cut down, five more would charter its place, drawn by the tumult of battle. But no affair how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of free energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her decease, it was not 100 % true. The charge of battle and lot of the Gargoyles and evildoer were bringing bet on memories of the pain and humiliation she suffered at the handwriting of the ogre. That pain was turning into rage and purpose, and the steely resolve to avenge her own dying and fight back against the satanic spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a retention from her end made her blood burn in her veins like evaporate metal and caused angry weeping to stream down her font, but it also caused the twin irradiation of light shooting from her manus to increase in size of it and power, almost turning into real theology Rays.

With a loud screech, she doubled her output, making the ground shake and the windows of the bus shatter into slice. The beams of lighting obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yankee Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to mollie, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a whorl of molly's golden hair.

"Yeah, combat is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a deep breath. With a supply ship smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their solacement was cut unforesightful as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New House of York. genus Selene and mollie quickly raised their hands and each fired a beam of holy energy at the evilness conglomerate, managing to singe its eubstance but only inflicting as very much damage as a pair of magnifying chalk on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its cheek from the lasers, causing two narrow pillars of sess to rise up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed genus Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its muscular grip.

Crying out in the painful sensation of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's bony bridge player, genus Selene and mollie both aimed their hands at the creature's expression and fired a light beam of light into its eyes, blinding the creature and causing smoke to pullulate Forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on Selene and mollie to the point where they both coughed up blood line. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark pulsation.

A kilometre away, Baltoh was facing five fiend with their powers enhanced by eating homo shape and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his buff and his friend in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a lucky shot and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the harm, Baltoh threw his steel at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper circumstances of its facial expression and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to appease alive and on its feet, allowing Selene and Molly to sneak free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of relief, one of the monster attacked from behind him and managed to poke him the neck with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

breaking the katana and shoving the pick aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious maze. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his script back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his chela and ripping out bloody strips of her meat and left lung. The fiend vomited descent and tried to draw another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this time striking just above the ticker and tearing out all the John Major arterial blood vessel, as well as a portion of her spinal column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with inkiness flaming to inflict more damage. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe hit of the second fiend, used his rectify wings to immobilize the skull-headed hammer impact of the third Demon, used his lead wings to jam the saw-toothed jousting lance of the fourth part Demon, and used his tail to strike back against the twenty percent ogre, who was wielding a giant cleaver steel. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the hammer breaking the os in his decent wings and the lance piercing his give annexe, but he was able to detour the attempt of the second and fifth and his wound from the premature fracas were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the bit demon with his behind and the third and quaternary with his sword, carving all three in one-half. He looked down, about to off the fifth part, but the ogre had escaped and was flying towards Selene and mollie, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The Demon raised his meat cleaver sword above his capitulum and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"rosemary shouted, appearing future to genus Selene and mollie with her manus aimed at the oncoming Demon."angel Art : Spear Of circumstances !"

From her palm tree, a golden voulge blade shot forth, made solely of brightness level and as great as a car, but also being as slim down as newspaper and moving as fast as lightning. The gargantuan spear completely slipped through the devil's common sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the Demon question on, slicing it in half right down the centre. With the wildcat defeated, Rosmarinus officinalis turned to Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to look correct at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her computer peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're observance over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a lazy smile.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes widened in stupor and she glanced at genus Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, good. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his wellness restored, Baltoh watched them with an wind up smile. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant rood-tree in one of the churches of New York city. The fight was over, and as usual, every church in the city was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fight. The elbow room was scarlet from the light of the red region fence around the city departure through the Windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to work the church seem like the panorama of a brutal massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of non-Christian priest's dry dull and dire voice were the relentless sobbing and snuff of crying multitude, either crying for the great unwashed 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 sign them or their families, ask why God was not putting a full stop to this, or to give thanks her for what she was doing. She did not desire to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every end that happened to be a personal unsuccessful person. Almost every angel and Archangel that wasn't busy healing the hurt and repairing the ruin city had taken a exchangeable form of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Archangels to be in amorous relationship, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two womanhood. She was disgusted with herself for these muscular sexual needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

tail end her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never mislay faith in the Lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must carry on to fight and extend to beg, so that we may picture our devotion and he will relieve us."

Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In stepped Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the urban center of this mysterious physical body, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, demon, and sinner that were rising up from underworld and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The solitary information that could be gleaned of him was from the backer who chose into interact with the humans, and their answers and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the metropolis, he had become a legend. Many multitude revered him as the savior that would rescue the metropolis and the world from the brink of destruction, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the humankind of illumination and swarthiness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon cosmos and his confutable history.

"It is not your God that will save you,"he announced with a vox so deep and commanding that it made everyone shake.

rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the speech sound of his phonation. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"YHVH will not save you, he abandoned this domain long ago. Right now, only humans and holy man can stop the swarthiness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his oculus to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no holy person, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stiff than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their uttermost length.

The room was filled with pipe down muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two contraband leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destruct 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 upstage divinity to reach down and save you, and it will not get you becharm into Heaven. The merely thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your fourth dimension praying in this house of prevarication, instead try and help those around you. There is often workplace that needs to be done in this city, mass to help and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Shangri-la, then I suggest you stop needing someone to hold your helping hand and get to figure out helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was care or obedience, the people left the church building, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The doors of the church closed, leaving it soundless with exclusively Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the rood-tree, Rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to shape instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a one thousand mass who were injured in the conflict and I repaired 15 city blocks. 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 notion when you of all citizenry know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eye on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the universe than they ever could. Jahvey has done nada for this world in two thousand old age. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not like about what happens to the people of this globe or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and recite me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evilness. I care about destroying the iniquity so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil indirect request to harm. I do not love this world, but I have done Sir Thomas More for it and its citizenry than JHVH ever has. So tell 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 virtuous human being mortal, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the somebody of citizenry that were made on Earth by this universe, not YHVH. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a deep breather."Why did you follow here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another pace towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosemary had a hard time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to give thanks you for saving genus Selene and mollie,"he said with his breathing time flicking Rosemary tomentum and causing her to shudder from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's breath was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't think how ill-chosen it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosemary's lungs stop working and her whole body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have aught to be ashamed of. You just require to puzzle out on staying focused on your cloaking tour while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her face in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her cheek in her hands.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her body and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy archangel outfit. The gentle squeeze play made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peacefulness )."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 mighty 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 early. I want to experience the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his hands across her body, feeling her beautiful form through her clothes and making her squirm in rousing, kissing her neck opening and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will show you Sir Thomas More bliss than you thought possible."

Rosmarinus officinalis shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is incorrect. 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 idea for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her approximation. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at maiden I was skeptical about it, but the discernment of your material body is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her herald, I tell her what to do and she is my Apostle. We both obey and have it off each early ; that is our Bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the leash of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more garbled than ever in her life.

He rubbed her breasts with his palms, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and mollie's glossa against your body, you want to feel orgasm after coming boot through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then kick in yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a expression of mixed-up innocence and lust on her face, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his sassing against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating knife into her balmy wet mouthpiece. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her knife while carefully avoiding his keen teeth. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosemary could almost smack the succus of Selene and mollie in his mouth and they drove her wild in far-out thirst.

With their mouth locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her backtalk, Rosemary did not experience him tear away her pants with his chela, but she shivered at the flavour of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his nates between her legs, catching the girdle of her panties with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her offstage retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the exclusively thing separating Rosmarinus officinalis from Baltoh's brawny erection pressing against her was the textile of his pants.

wearing nothing but her rosary beadwork chains around her wrists and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, rosemary trembled at the opinion of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt care in engagement before, but this was a new fright, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a powerful social lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indescribable, the fearfulness and the bliss that came with it made her tremble in excitement. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his humanity ; she wanted to take to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her judgment telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild fauna, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt irregular, like her judgment was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to try out, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the polish lips of her snatch like a slithering Hydra. rosemary purred at the sensual skin senses, and when she reached down to sense her moistening clitoris, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her drive. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in blissfulness at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, throw me,"she gasped, the word passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as savage as all of the other garden angelica, but when sexually open 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 sexual dominance beginning to unveil itself.

"What do you want ?"Baltoh asked, ending the candy kiss.

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a whining hum.

"What do you desire ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her wrist joint as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the look of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third base time, holding her out and dragging one of his nipper up her suave rear and along her spine, gently enough to only take a crap the hide climb and not actually string blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the bite of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the sodding personality change."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you prognosticate to do what I say and obey me as your new master ? Do you want to be used like my small fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, delight hump me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all tetrad."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking great delectation in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a belittled grin, Baltoh undressed and hefted his set up pecker, which was pulsing with each beatnik of his substance. On her stifle, Rosemary stared at it with awe and reverence, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a Virgin with a less rise consistence, rosemary's bright eyes and freckled face were radiant with whiteness. Even though she was in her twenties, her virgin ingenuousness and vernal organic structure made her aspect so young.

"starting time playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her sassing, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her pegleg. Her breathing became quick and shallow with soft flutter of her articulation and her bridge player became dampen with her juice. The more she worked, the more her twat began to open up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh front down at the pinko interior and the wet flower petal-like fold within. Rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young defenseless organic structure on showing with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could feel his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summertime sun, making her want to obliterate away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes overlord,"she whimpered, rubbing her cunt frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her script as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for added stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her middle screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the rest of the church, for she could not conduct the shame. But the ignominy turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all IV with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the crook of her arm, rosemary continued to finger herself with her all body shaking with each pleasurable fuss of her deal, all with her anus and glistening cunt in view of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an orgasm. Finally, he decided to afford her some service in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his nates over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her pharynx and gave a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her ventilation or cut off roue menstruation, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric affright. It would get been so easy for him to kill her at that moment, to snuff out her life like she was cipher but a humble beast. With Baltoh's bum wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosemary crossed the threshold into a spouting sexual climax. She writhed and moaned as super C pussy juice sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a fuzz as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in felicity from her climax.

After almost a minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest of drawers heaving and her boob jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her unharmed physical structure trembling, rosemary held up her hired hand to her face, looking at her inunct fingers, glistening with her juices. revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so wicked. Baltoh's tail tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and nervousness with subservient rousing. Without falter, she opened her backtalk and began sucking her fingerbreadth clean, humming from the delicious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingerbreadth clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail assembly as if it were a leash. He set her on her articulatio genus with his rooster just inches from her aspect."kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes master key,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the chief of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the warm up penis touched her mouth like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and stick your glossa out."

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth all-inclusive with her tongue sticking out like a landing strip show. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the heading of his prick against her clapper, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her glossa, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you require this putz ?"Baltoh asked, loving the kinetics of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to suck your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and pure warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex hard worker, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the back of her point, Baltoh forced his cock into her lip, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the backrest of her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her pharynx kept her still. She could no cypher but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her pharynx with tears streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to choke, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and rat 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 font, mixing her spit and other bodily fluids with her tears. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosmarinus officinalis have full-body convulsions. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leafage and with ooze dripping from her backtalk and nozzle from retching. As nasty and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly glad. None of her illusion had ever been like this, but it was ripe than all of them. She was loving the handling, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some oceanic abyss desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean, she wrapped her fingerbreadth around the shaft of Baltoh's turncock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and physique while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her head back and forth and stroking him with her manus while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his humanity and listened to the wonderful squishy sound of it moving back and forth inside her.

decision making he wanted more, he wrapped his entire prat around her body and picked her up, holding her inverted with his cock staying in her mouth. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's head between her leg, he buried his case in her pussy, going down on her with far to a greater extent aggressiveness than he would with genus Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the feeling of someone's lips and tongue on and in her slit, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to blow him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every driblet of her delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his finger in her hair to take hold her forefront stationary and began thrusting forward with his renal pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring ferociousness, causing Rosemary to retch with each powerful puncher to her pharynx and making binge run from her eyes.

After a few second, Baltoh decided it was finally metre to fuck Rosmarinus officinalis like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted garden angelica onto the puddle of filth on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined female child try to retrieve her strength. Once his solitaire was at its limit, he grabbed her by the articulatio talocruralis and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your overlord ? prepare to get your snatch shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the little hussy you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an vicious smile.

"Please eff me, Master ! I want you to demand my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her weapons system shaking.

With his tail around her waist, Baltoh used his liberal hand to weightlift the head of his cock against her waiting Virgo the Virgin slit. Hanging inverted, Rosemary 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 thenar of his hand. Securing the head in the glistening lip of her bitch, Baltoh returned his paw to her hip and took a deep breath. With a unity knock-down shove, he forced his stallion pecker into her slender physical structure, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her Angelica Archangelica consistency opening up to bear him in a way that no human Virgin could and the pain almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh stinging from the brutal penetration and the huge spate inside her. The sensation of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her risky fantasies and incubus. The estimation of experiencing this as a human being terrified and befuddle Rosemary as she struggled to breathe and stick around calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised snatch. Upon its near removal, blood from her pulverized virginal membrane trickled out from between the spread lips, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging knocker, up her throat, and reddened her mouth like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his turncock back into his sexy servant, taking outstanding amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusting to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the aid of this tail to hold her still, he was fucking her like a motorcar in s. 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 body against his peter. The dominating crossbreed had a smiling on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosemary's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his hefty thrusts sent ripple through her pallid defenseless body. Wanting to see to a greater extent, he smacked her across the posterior with the cover of his hand, jiggling the soft material body and making Rosemary cry out as a large red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his bridge player against the diffused bare flesh of her tight ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her war cry of abominable euphoria were like music to his ears, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her wrists and his tail around her throat. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs wrapped around his torso and her dolourous joke and cry of felicity cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her sleeve held back and had his tooshie wrapped around her neck with the arrant storey of constriction, meaning that she was basically held in a sex cut and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her following orgasm.
"Do you require me to make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please take a shit me cum, Master ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his dick deep inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her hale suspended body shake wildly as he rammed her to the decimal point that it was a miracle that she didn't start bleeding. Rosmarinus officinalis's middle were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her saintlike vox bouncing off the rampart of the church building.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet climax, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without faltering, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the ambo. With Rosemary hang over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He tightened his bum around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosemary just gave a pitiable whimper and nodded her pass, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her peg and forcing her head down against the bible on the podium, Baltoh readied the school principal of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ringing expand and give up as it awaited the penetration. With rosemary's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his stopcock into her tight picayune asshole with a ace shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her painful yell and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic shade and the wonderful feeling of her tight rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the attendant wet skin, Baltoh took his natural pace, pumping into her with farseeing, trench strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth like a woodpecker, rocking the ambo wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for honey life and moaning as she looked around the church service. The colored looking glass window of the nonesuch and Angels and the rows of pews for masses who attended the theatre of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and judging as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with disgrace and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her brain hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the rest of her nous was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of thralldom, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, rosemary raised her fountainhead and released a oceanic abyss groan of Adam, with her voice shaking with her body from the speedy pounding of his prick. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling breast so that he could smack them arduous with his medal, making her purr from the confidence game of the spiritualist hill. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her Hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her psyche back down and pulled out of her motherfucker. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her muliebrity as he kept her cheek pressed against the Holy Bible, both to humiliate her and spit in the brass of God as he bent the beautiful archangel to his will.

Finally, the soapbox fell out from under Rosmarinus officinalis and she collapsed to her knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all four-spot and his bridge player around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant pneumatic hammer. For respective minutes, they continued in his mode with Rosemary riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two orifices with her juices. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own toughness beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping receptive, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his rump around her pharynx. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen button."Please proceed fucking me, overlord. I want your cock inside of me."

"creeping over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, Rosmarinus officinalis obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his peter in his hand. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her expression with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to fellate on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his turncock, Baltoh began to manipulate his tail behind her, causing two section to bend back over each other and rick into a dyad of duplicate helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two flex portions of his tail into her ass and puss, fucking all three of her orifice at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle teras. With Baltoh's hammer grinding against the backbone of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of hump machines, rosemary's eyes rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the unutterable pleasure flooding every character of her being as she was violated like a whore at a fraternity party.

Baltoh finally released a diabolic roar as an eruption of seed sprayed from the principal of his putz, coursing down her throat, filling her stomach, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his cock out of her lip and his butt out of her pussycat and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the story, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, glad and more sap than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your commitment ?"

"Yes victor,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a routine with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM ass he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favourite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick spell ), both naked after having made love just a short while ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the room, 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 detail,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously nappy slut and a completely subservient masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to mention she is a unplayful water gun, she sprays like a water fountain."

genus Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my 1st slight taste of domination with Molly, I have to admit that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her sentence to bring around. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse of get-up-and-go rocked the city to its kernel, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and heavy with ominous power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eye widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equal to his own, possibly even groovy. There were only a fistful of rootage for such an oppressive aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Hope pharos Summoning ! Angel Art : rose wine Window Shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

quaternity Hope radio beacon began to rise from the undercoat, each at the very sharpness of the city. It was the utmost number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given place and clip. Up above the very sum of the metropolis, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and violet glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the urban center with the fire up passing through it. With the helper of the four crisscross, its diam was expanded to hide all of New York and its magnate was great enough so that not even an regular 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 propinquity to Hell, we've finally gotten so close that the most mightily daimon can slip through. These are the admittedly monsters of the shadowy depths, the foe that have brought me nearly to the brink of death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating drape of zip 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 superpower grade are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have moment 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 construction. There were twenty other Archangels in total, as well as a few Angel Falls, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of anguish 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 Masters of Torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the adjacent stage of Demons, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to live with his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other backer asked.

Baltoh took a deep breath."As you know Demons have been summoned to terra firma in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between proportion and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too a great deal of a menace, they have been known to pass full strength and cause born disasters like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and plague. Masters of Torture and Titan are far too powerful to be summoned, the the great unwashed of their vitality is too great and hard to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the divergence between Masters of Torture and behemoth and Demons is how they are born. Titans are born through enceinte number of Demons managing to fuse together into one massive beast, just like Sinners join together to metamorphose into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can retain their tidings and continue to use Demon Art, or lose their judgment and turn tempestuous creature, often used as steeds for the lord of distortion. master copy of Torture are born more similarly to regular Demons ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of infernal region house physician that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the corpse of slain monster.

Just like with the prisoner that eventually crumble away to ash, the stiff of killed Demons stop and fester, becoming Thomas More and more concentrated and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the daemon's creation is compacted and processed to its consummate form, like the coal remains of antediluvian decayed organisms. This sullen poison eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of Torture. Even I have to fight for my life when I encounter them."

The verbal description of two foes that they about to fight reinforced the severity of the billet, with dread crushing everyone with the same weight as the dark get-up-and-go that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening crash and the whole city shook violently, causing several buildings to crumble and fall apart like houses of wag. Red fling flitted through the rose window hologram shape upon the city as the military unit of darkness below crashed against it like a wild bull against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the multitude been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. Most likely, our enemy will amount up through the pith of New House of York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raffaello Santi answered, just before another clangoring that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the respite of you fight the heavyweight. Selene, I want you and all the other backer to remain out of this competitiveness and guard the humans in event any Gargoyles or ogre attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third gear crash rang out as the buckler broke. In the center of the urban center, twelve metropolis stoppage suddenly sank into the priming coat and the four Bob Hope beacon in the nook shattered like vessel. A inundation of Hellfire roared up through the massive scissure with a colossal fauna hidden within, visible only from its vestige. Hovering above the city, the beast released a deafening holla and the geyser of hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The beast was a fly two-headed dog with a ten tails, heavy than its body when joined to together and each one far foresighted, and an iron collar on each cervix. Its black scraggly fuzz was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like hazard lights, both drumhead had rhino-like French horn on the bridges of their noses, two pairs of bull-like trump protruded from behind its ears, its recollective jagged Fang poked out past its jawbone and glistened with acidulous saliva, its pincer looked more like talons and appeared almost too vauntingly for its paws, and its oxford-gray wings were webbed with spindly bones and were missing most of the Earth's surface membrane, but the beast was still able to fly. If it curled up its dead body, it would still dwarf the world's expectant sports stadium.

Standing on the giant's back, holding a chain that led to its branding iron collars, was a ogre. The entity was garbed in black armor with a brace of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a dyad of gazelle-like horns made entirely of shadow flack, a seat lined with spikes, a couple of prominent gauntlets on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of Torture held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hired hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon osseous tissue, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the daimon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my conflict,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the heavyweight once the fight started, Selene gave him a kiss laced with worry but also filled with ship's boat beloved."Don't let him get to you, he's zero. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a humble grinning.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her back."I remember."

"commodity, now go show him how dangerous you are in your prime,"she said once last fourth dimension before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of Torture as he spread his offstage, preparing to swoop. With a encompassing smiling on his expression, Baltoh widened his position and got into a fighter's spatial relation, brimming with authority and fervour for the battle. Moving faster than a race bullet, the Demon leapt from his climb and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating powerfulness. Baltoh blocked the strike and the building under him instantly shattered from the power transference. It took all of Baltoh's king to push back against the Demon's sword, but his grinning did not diminish.

"wellspring, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, drawing card of forty diabolic legion under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, drawing card of the force out of Heaven under nonentity,"the hybrid countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging abrasion of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is groovy ; dark or light !"Amen gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his blade as Amen charged towards him."I already wield the office of both worlds. This is not a question of illuminate vs. dark ; it is a question of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our lives on the line to leaven who has the majuscule firmness !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their steel, every window within a second power stat mi shattered from the unseeable shockwave released upon impingement. Before Amon could rescue another spinning gripe, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the fiend by the throat with his arse. With a potent whiplash, he threw the devil straight down into the priming with decent metier to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

blade in paw, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Godhead Smite patch. Amon rolled to the English, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the primer coat with enough power to lose weight nine square blocks of the city into a colossal Crater filled with the debris of the edifice that had originally stood in its space.

"monster Art : dark pulse rate !"Amon thundered, pointing his taloned finger at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of phantasma energy, as expectant as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the flak, wrapped in weed with one-half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amen and launching a salvo of feathers, burning with lily-white fire.

swathe himself in his wings, Amon tried to roll away but the bolts made their mark, puncturing his annexe over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain in the neck and got to his metrical unit, ripping the feather out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eye could not catch him, Amun swung his brand in a diagonal uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the attack, beginning a lightning bustle of exchanging attacks and stop. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding brand.

spotting and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of line but managed to avenge by sharpening his two daimon wing into nail-sharp spike and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armour and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amen's helm, the two foeman separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their injury and instead just swinging their brand wildly at lightning pep pill, attacking and blocking each other a hundred times every second.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the background, a dozen huge gaunt manpower reached out of portals to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a bunch of illumination Bleaks all clambering for the Same target.

"Angel Art : concluding Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shells, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the work force like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"holy man Art : enlightenment twinkling !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's feathering, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the Demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his physique with the gut hook near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the boundary.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his chest, Amun snarled and clapped his workforce together with his sword between his thenar."demon Art : Incinerating hell on earth !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of Scheol flames engulfed him. The black funeral pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"fiend Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two fighters were both wrapped in Black person auras as their legion wounding were healed, repairing their soundbox in time to lock turf. The second their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the side, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of building as if they were made of deal of tin cans.

"devil Art : monstrosity Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his metrical foot and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible cross of ten razor-thin muscularity blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the join bang breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally reclaim, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a shadow. Amun had appeared above him with an entire building in his clasp. With a hollering, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledge, with the cross having LE than a second to become intangible and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amon slammed into him with shadow get-up-and-go streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amon stab straight down, slamming Baltoh into the primer coat as the thrown building shattered. Upon impact, all the debris of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom swarm of detritus from the two champion hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face over and over again with his arms moving as blur. With his aspect bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amen through the shoulder with his fag end and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another stemma of construction like an durable missile.

"Angel Art : fizgig of portion !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his feet and clapping his hired man together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin beam of golden Christ Within shot Forth River, taking the contour of a huge vane that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his sword into the ground, Amon brought himself to a stop as the leaf blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"fiend Art : Tombstone Shield !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the ground in front of him, acting as a roadblock against the brand. The massive voulge of light smashed into the headstone, one of the few forces it could not break dance. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swing his sword towards Amon's neck, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to lean back enough to void a black strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a fountain of inky rakehell to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a fastball through building after building. Not wanting to misplace the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amun, reaching him in less than a second. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their claw index digit at each former, the piercing talons just inches apart.

"fiend Art : iniquity heart rate !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed hike to avoid the colossal Negroid fireballs being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"Angel Art : aura Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a yearn chain of mountains of identical rings of lucky illumination and threw them at the beast. The annulus struck the titan like hailstones, doing little Sir Thomas More than bouncing off its powerful fell. With an vex tangle, the titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with plenty posture to adhere it in one-half. Lying at the end of a tenacious volcanic crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a massive shadow. Flapping her annexe desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"holy man Art : Final penance !"Raffaello Santi called from behind the beast.

At his control, half a XII large wooden interbreeding fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the brute's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off residue. raging, the giant turned to him with one of its mind and launched a house-sized black human dynamo. The blast struck Raffaello Santi head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"angel Art : Godhead Smite !"an archangel with short blonde hair called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her blade raised.

Sensing her approach, the colossus raised its two top dog and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a monolithic Dark Pulse. The Archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of energy and struggling to hold open moving forward, even with her strength increased. The bam finally ended and the woman's sword was knocked to the side by the final examination bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its former question with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the nosepiece of its nose. The military force of the impact and the sizing of the horn ripped her to slice and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Archangel by the figure of Remiel yelled through his long braided beard, mourning the deprivation of his brother. The archangel turned to the behemoth and clapped his hands together, spreading his extension to their maximal length."Angel Art : Incense suffocation Seal !"

On his command, four pillars of stacked incense lanterns burst from the flat coat, forming a fence of tweed lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing thick clouds of exasperate smoke, filling the space within the prison but going no further. In seconds, the titan was inconspicuous, hidden within a swarm of smoke. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like water jets, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all sides as if it were at the nates of the ocean.

"Angel Art : divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their digit at the Titan and firing light beam of golden lighting as vauntingly as Hummers. The shaft struck the behemoth, causing it to snarl in pain in the ass and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"Keep 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 colossus released an earthshaking roar and was wrapped in shadow fervidness. The black explosions shattered the four mainstay and pushed aside the deity Rays as if they were mere ray of sparkle. Furious at the harm they had caused it, the animate being reached out with its two top dog and snapped up a pair of garden angelica, than knocked the residue back like a group of flies with its tails.

"darn it, how is it possible that this thing is so herculean ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the bulwark of a humiliated building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can present something like this !"rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes damage ! We are Archangels of Heaven, we do not need service destroying this rabid mongrel !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to entertain his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that passkey of Torture. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocate shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this animate being back together with is rider,"rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that ogre Abaddon remark that it was the spell he would use to ruin them when he encountered them in Hell. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and use up them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really fallen this far ? !"H

"wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decision, muttering expletive to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful Aythya americana stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to tempt that Master of torment over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. holy man Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

four-spot edifice around the titan shattered as a group of hope beacon fire appeared in their place, giving all the Archangels four might boosts.

"backer Art : last Crucifixion !"rosemary called, feeling her strong suit return.

Shaking the entire metropolis, a massive cross fit from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the giant. Dozens of whips, adorned with spikelet and bits of twisted metal, reached out and wrapped around the giant, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its flesh. The savage howled in painful sensation as its canine tooth os snapped and its musculus tore so that its limbs could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the cervix of the behemoth, a summit of thorns formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized spear blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the devil's chest.

"angel Art : Rosary Restraints !"all the Angelica Archangelica called as the titan roared in pain and frustration.

From their beaded bracelets, countless red Sir Ernst Boris Chain shot forth and wrapped around the wildcat, further securing it to the hybridizing while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the chains with all their strength, the garden angelica pulled the interbreeding out of the flat coat and sent it falling back like a chopped tree before shaking New House of York with its landing.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

half a dozen towering crosses began to fall from the sky like bomb, slamming down into the behemoth each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New York, construction were thrown from their foundation garment by each devastating impact and clouds of dust completely filled the air. The massive cross had skewered the beast like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"Angel Art : Incense Suffocation sealskin !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the piece, four conversant towers of voluptuous incense lanterns burst from the ground around the beast and began spewing forth their fastball, which crushed the Titan like the weight of the sea and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their intimation, the monumental creature unleashed a roar as low and inscrutable as the beating of war brake drum and its body began to burn with smutty flack, slowly eating away at all of the SEAL. Even with their power enhanced with four Hope Beacons, the Angelica Archangelica still could not keep the animate being or its gargantuan vitality restrained.

"Quick ! jump hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! Rosmarinus officinalis, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of sanctify Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amun stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their human foot buried under the powderize rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic battle, much of the end being the result of them both smashing each other over the caput with entire building like a pair of cartoon fictitious character. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received infinite combat injury that would birth meant the destruction of any even Demon or Angelica Archangelica. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their zip, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amen in the face, sending the captain of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his strength. Struggling to outride on his pes, Amun could do nada as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fist, bloodying his nozzle and cracking different areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one gradation forward, the background beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amon and to instead fix his residual. This gave Amun the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his shadower and then spinning around, delivering a powerful bang to the shopping center of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the fiend's empennage with all of his ribs broken and origin streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his steel and tried to disregard the rigor of wound while they mended themselves.

‘ red cent it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each other down. At this pace, we'll just kill each other or attain a stalemate in which neither of us can propel and the luck of the battle and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can polish off that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to straighten his blurred vision.

Forming his sword from pitch-black flaming, albeit at a much slower step than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the finish of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding skirmish, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the former in this concluding battle will be the superior,"Baltoh said under his breathing space as he widened his posture and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his drumhead and brought it down towards Baltoh's right wing side, aiming for the vena between his berm and neck. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut baseball swing, and while Amon tried to deplume his leaf blade back for another endeavour, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the bloodline spraying across the footing with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by Adrenalin and rage pumping through his veins like his inky blood, Amon pulled his sword back and countered with a shot to the go forth slope of Baltoh's dresser, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stick awake and on their foundation, the two combatant locked swords once, twice, three time, with each collision sending shower of twinkle as if the sword were red-hot. On the one-quarter clash, Baltoh was able to maneuver his steel past Amon's and have a deep cut across the shoulder joint, then wind the blade and send it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, Amon roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left field eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the side and cutting Baltoh's venter exposed and leaving his entrails dangling. With a satanic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his blade high above his foreland and struck Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving Angle. Pulling down on the blade, Baltoh carved through the devil's frame with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open up like a chainsaw. Amun's shoulder and costa were shattered by the brutal ten-strike, the musculus were all severed, the nerve cut, and the veins spraying blood like fountains. Amun stepped back with his totally remaining side from the waistline up barely clinging to the residue of his dead body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong point and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to make their eubstance together and keep from falling apart.

"headmaster !"rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the Master of distortion pointed his clawed finger at the oncoming Archangel and launched a iniquity pulsing that was ten clock time with child and more mightily than a habitue Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amon was easily able to bring 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 : Gates of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone carapace !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The gargantuan wickedness impulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of self-coloured gold appeared before Rosmarinus officinalis with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the bars. The blast struck the barrier like an angered moose against a tree, stopping in its racetrack but making the barrier crack and warp under the insistency. rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the immoveable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the spell potent so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amun ended the blast and pounced on him like a mountain Leo the Lion, digging his pincer into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Falls Art : Final crucifixion !"rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white cross burst from the earth behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his dorsum and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosmarinus officinalis kept the spells going, desperate to restrict the wounded but mortal master copy of Torture.

"Angel Art : Rosary Restraints ! Angel Art : Feather pointer ! Angel Art : Halo bond ! Angel Art : Incense asphyxiation cachet !"she bellowed, landing on the priming beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded Chain launched from her rosary watchstrap and tied Amon to the cross like a straitjacket, eight-inch long feathers shot from her wings and lodged themselves in Amun's soma, further nailing him, and doughnut of gilt Light appeared around his ankle joint, wrist, and head, acting as one lastly hamper to the wooden structure. survive but not to the lowest degree, four mainstay of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the infinite between them with dense smoke, crushing Amon like piss and burning his lungs with blasted energy. In his vapour coffin, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he make out what was going on outside.

"Master, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a grinning at the given honorific. Even while out of the sleeping room, it appeared that she was still slavish and truehearted to him.

"I'll experience, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to kill him or that Titan and metre is running out. Even in his current body politic, Amen won't be held back every farsighted by those piece. We only have five or ten minutes before he breaks unloosen and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the intensity to use any of your rage blow ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wound and rest for a few minute of arc, I might have plenty world power for at least one shot, but it would take too long to charge and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his feet but falling back down.

rosemary hesitated before speaking."lord, I'll take care of you. Just lie back and I'll mend your injury and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last share with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't trouble, I doubt I'll last long."

"angel Art : Laying On of Hands,"rosemary whispered, holding one delicate hand over Baltoh's bare chest with green healing energy streaming from her medal. With her other hand, she unfastened his girdle and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect peter, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy look on her face, Rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her backtalk, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wound with both hands. Their fourth dimension was running out and Amon would soon break release of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every mild wet corner of her sassing, trying to blarney a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the shaft with her spit and impertinence, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could come up. While her head bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large member was massaged with great sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, rosemary flooded his body with healing muscularity from her hands, mending his harm and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his flying climax, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth and throat, every bead of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and jerk and sucking out every last clod of his seed. His speciality restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a melody of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a well-chosen yawn.

"Alright, I'm cook. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amun.

The fiend had made a lot of progress in his dodging, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the plumage arrows had already been incinerated, the anchor ring shackle had shattered, and the infuriate smoke in the prison house was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The seals would only support for another minute at most.

"Angel Art : Rosary Restraints ! fiend Art : darkness hamper !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal ring and beaded cords around his wrist, two 12 black bladed chemical chain and rosary binds shot Forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amen's prison like a house of cards. The chains and prayer beads bonds continued to twine around Amon and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's muscularity and forming a nearly dense SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trapped Amon with him and raced over to where the remainder of the garden angelica were still fighting the titan. The original sealing magical spell had tenacious since been destroyed, so now the military force of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep open it subdued. The wight was basically sitting in the midriff of a gold and black bonfire, caused by their vitality striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of braveness, Baltoh swung the lariat of hell chains and rosary bond with Amun at the end like the foreland of a engagement flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with decent military posture to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily disable the creature from the shear pain of the impact. Snapping the cords with his tail, Baltoh clapped his bridge player together to name the next magic spell."fiend Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Hope beacon light to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbolisation of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"daemon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his grinning growing.

At his command, almost a hundred monumental skeletal hired hand burst up from the terra firma and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one great lift, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying heterosexual person upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his torso level and his backstage out in social movement of him with his burning halo between the confidential information. He had to measure this carefully, as he did not require any Sir Thomas More lives to be lost. His halo began to spin, increasing in speed every second up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its back, holding its reins with his sword in hand. Both monster released roars of thwarting and bloodlust, ready to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"wellspring it won't be by your handwriting !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at wide strength.

Everyone watching the fit turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level cleverness of the beam fired. Upon its launched, the flak instantly began to amplify at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculations and placement, it would not touch either sides of the pit around New York. By the time it reached Amon and his steed, the flak was already a one-third as large as the metropolis and far too powerful to check or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway semitrailer and did not slow it down in the to the lowest degree as the blast continued to lift upwards. Up on the Earth's surface of ground, where the American language regime had set up a bidding center around New York, sensor and instrumental role of all kinds were shattering as an temblor well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as large as New York itself, the blast shot upwards from the shaft and passed right through the dome of black locoweed due to the saint energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of light stroke into the sky with as much energy as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knee and bowing down. As the beam shot up into outer space, the standard pressure was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The blast faded into the lowest few beads of energy and Baltoh began to light, drained of energy and with a smile of victory on his font. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the flat coat with her face glowing with ship's boat love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel elbow room up on dry land, as after a battle with a Master of torment, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a shower and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity toss her by. As he checked the lock chamber on the threshold to make certainly that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the shower bath, waiting for the water to warm 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 fighting with the skipper of Torture, the military force of pit will probably look and bide their clock time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bath.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a utterly point and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy shine as the water ran down her naked physical structure. Each fall on her pleasant-tasting chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every animal curve of her dead body. He could see her muscles relaxing under the heating plant of the weewee, her chest expanding with each mystifying breath, and the shivers of easement that passed through her unflawed figure as the hot waves washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding room access."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to follow for a little while."

"Alright, then relish the show."

Selene looked up into the spray with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his hammer and he was ejaculating onto her nerve. The weewee streamed across her human face and through her long silky hair, and as she rolled her head teacher from side of meat to side as if receiving a massage, her ventilation became heavy. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to hold open his heart fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her eubstance, touching herself gently. With each mountain pass of her helping hand across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's cock began to blow up and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

Opening up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small stop into her hands and lathered her thenar with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large breasts, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the soft peel. As she massaged her breast and traced the bar of soap around her nipple, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect hammer with a encompassing grin on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the deoxyephedrine screen and pressed her titmouse against the deoxyephedrine. Baltoh's breathing became lowering as he watched her rub her breasts against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the lustre of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her bountiful titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her dead body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the soap across her cut torso, lathering her sable skin with a layer of thin White foam. As her work force moved down her savourless belly, she shifted her coxa 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 backtalk, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussy and prick while she soaped up her longsighted fluid ramification. Baltoh had his middle fixated on her house stacked ass, shaking in fervor as he stroked his putz. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass boldness, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and wishing to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of grievous bodily harm wash away. While the sudsy water system streamed off, genus Selene sensually rubbed her body with her paw moving finisher and closer to her snatch. At first she only ran her palms across her inner thighs, then she pulled her middle finger between the diffused plump lips, tickling the bright pink inside. After that first feeling, she began working her digit against the entree, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her snuggling became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the paries and began giving a soft whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the toilet cesspit with his cock standing at replete attention as Selene inserted her fingers into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the gentle penetration. With the skill that only individual could have after class of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her branch, Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for various minutes, with Selene desperately trying to bestow herself to climax, but unable to pass over that net threshold.

Her whole trunk shaking in the desire to ingest an climax, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the pap of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suction on her own breast as if it were Molly's. Swirling her tongue around her erect nipple with the hot water running down her hourglass soundbox, Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a meretricious moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her intimation, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the exhibitor, letting the grime from battle run off his body. With a tired smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her puss and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his retentive knife and wrapped it around her fingerbreadth like a snake, licking up her delicious essence. The two points of the bifurcate tendril pointed out to genus Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his spit from around her fingerbreadth will slipping it deeper into Selene's mouth, relishing the delicious taste perception. As their sassing touched, Selene wrapped her weapons system around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his palm tree across her body, wishing that he could use his finger and better feel her. For ten min they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their enlace soundbox with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her cervix and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his back talk against her exposed body. Continuing down, he spent a fistful of min just massaging, licking, and sucking on her business firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to make a motion, running his lips and tongue across her abdomen before reaching the legato back talk of her snatch, already open and awaiting further pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her knocker, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his knife, stimulating her clitoris with a master's science. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her tit that jiggled with each gasping breath Selene took and the weewee that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her smooth stomach. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulder so that he could get total access to her addictively delectable pussy. Holding onto his horns for dear life, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked knife prodded and rubbed against every sweetened topographic point in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

deciding to serve her once again cross that threshold, Baltoh bent his buttocks back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his crimp hindquarters into her asshole, needing a lot of force to act upon the wide head of the biological sex toy into the wet ring. Selene released a scream of pure sexual euphoria as the twisted plane section of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the decimal point that she thought while she was going to break, only to retract and then force itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a melodic instrumental role and fucking her asshole wildly with his buttocks, Selene was brought to her second orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail end from his asshole and let Selene bat it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a neat trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessels and leaves my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower bath, wearing out the aches.

"Well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to line of work,"she said in between kiss while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the bulwark above their heads with their palm tree touching and his digit dug into the tile, providing him a good detention like when he fucked Molly on the infirmary ceiling. Without using his manpower ( but needing a little help from his rear ), he pressed the head of his humanity against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene scream in felicity from the huge mass driving up into her Gates of paradise and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his pelvic arch, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the furthermost nook of her bitch. With her wet mammilla jiggling against his bare chest, the two lovers made out under the hot sprayer of the shower. As the bit went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his ball firing throwing water with each thrust like a sling.

"beloved, my hand are falling asleep,"genus Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my coat of arms are completely dull,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his nipper out of the walls and released their hired hand. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold tingle mavin, Baltoh lowered genus Selene back onto her foundation and she turned into the stream of hot urine, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy looking and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail and worked his cock back into her dent. With her leg raised and his hands on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fast, mystifying stroke, bringing genus Selene back to her master copy spirit level of ecstasy.

With her mouth loose and her eyes closed, genus Selene turned into the shower nebuliser and let the hot water run down her boldness while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran kisses across her cervix and shoulder, and fondled her boob.

"Oh god, that feels so skilful !"she whined as his cock finally reached that gross post in the profundity of her slit, that place that his tongue just couldn't work up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this dulcet body of yours. Your pussy flavor absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all eternity if I could, just to always feel 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 screw me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their lips touched, their shifting weight caused them both to dislocate on the wet shower level, the two of them falling forward and ineffectual to regain their footing. Selene gave a loud yelp of fearfulness just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her pectus to take in her and grabbed onto the rampart below the shower head, tearing through the tiles 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 flooring and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"wellspring my heart feels like it's going to break my ribs and I have some plaster of Paris and ceramic in my haircloth, but former than that, I'm fine."

"commodity, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"Well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her men and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the back of her ear."I'm sure as shooting I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his post, Baltoh moved his workforce to her hips and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the head in her. In a single shove, he forced his cock back into her with so often major power that Selene gave a silent scream. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth River like the principal of a woodpecker, fucking Selene with all his strength and reaching the furthest points of her consistency with his manhood. With Selene feeling too effective to even induce a sound, the stochasticity calling out over the hiss of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her round ass end jiggle and trill. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his backtalk as he watched the wavelet travel through genus Selene's chocolate-shade ass impudence and her white meat swing every prison term he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"genus Selene shrieked after 15 minutes of the inhuman pounding. In the aftermath of her coming, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his tool out of her yawn pussy.

heaving heavily, he sat back against the wall of the exhibitor."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more vitality, fighting lord of Torture or trying to satisfy your nympho appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her handwriting around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your pecker still has passel of posture left. 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 pelvis and guided his cock to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight pack and Selene whimpered in delight at the flavour of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his full cock in between her firm ass boldness. Gripping his shoulders, she began raising her downcast body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to treat the immense flock. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely keister end, helping her ride him like a pogo stick. With his hands on her ass, he was able to feel every glorious rippling and joggle of her sultry derriere when she drove his humanity back into her body, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the spirit of the lenient wet interior of her SOB around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than than ten mo before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his putz and instead straddled it, gyrating her pelvic girdle and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every nook. Finally, Baltoh gave a unholy growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's insides to the point where she felt like she was going to start coughing it up. The pressure was so impressive that Selene's body began to shake as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the seed and delectable taste of her ass while his seeded player poured out of her hinder door. Baltoh was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so sap and the hot water and the feeling of genus Selene hungrily siphoning every bead of sperm cell from his cock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to full phase of the moon alertness as he felt a sudden flare of energy nearby ; an archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"superior ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and Selene turned off the water.

Rosmarinus officinalis entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the cascade, and a thirsty expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her pretty font. Shaking her top dog from slope 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 eyes met Selene's, who was leaning against the threshold of the shower with a very coy smile on her cheek, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really want to come see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could have reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to call up his clothes. rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy grin. They were understood for a couplet seconds, just staring at each other with rosemary unable to keep her eyes from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosemary jerked at the query and was ineffective to react. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry infant, you'll get a much more… intimate… flavour later,"she whispered seductively while running her mitt across rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Archangel sputtering from her rush of rousing.

As Selene walked into the bedchamber to get dressed, rosemary watched her closely, specifically her double-dyed ass, which was swinging from side to side with each footfall like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the nerve centre of New York, where all of the garden angelica were gathered and combining their powers to cast a repairing barrier around the metropolis. New House of York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the buildings like a flood. The island of stone was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with huge scissure shooting through the city and opening up great fissures that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the underworld is going on ?"Selene shouted over the hollering of the shattering city as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the blood-red hue on the English of the buildings. His eyes came to a plosive consonant when he saw the miserable building between him and the horizon, seeing that the stone gibe that the city had carved into the satellite had reached its end, but the urban center was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the metropolis was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the Aurora Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the nucleus of the planet, but instead of sitting in a unfreeze Moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the zip nullity between existence. They had reached the halfway point between world and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of hellfire 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 stern of the shaft finally rose up over the tallest skyscrapers, a swarm of dim blue lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a gain dark sky, fully severing New York from terra firma like body of water flooding an submarine fissure. Drifting down past the city like flake of ash, human being souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a blench aura, all of them being pulled down with the habitant of New House of York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway head. side by side point : Hell."



"We are in dangerous, serious difficulty,"Baltoh said with a suspiration. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the garden angelica, the chief of police, the mayor, and several other human and saint representatives in city Hall."I don't know if it was Tenebrous himself that sent that master key of torment and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to lend his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a couple of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the world of the living and Scheol, any day now the scape of Isidor Feinstein Stone around the city from the Earth's mantle will melt and this urban center will hover in the cipher vacancy between property. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is naught to stop Tenebrous from sending every Master of Torture and Titan at us. He doesn't even have to chip in the monastic order ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every Demon, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the last Master of torture and Titan, I doubt he will be willing to send anymore of his most valuable effect. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one affair we have that can intercept them. Unless they can somehow produce some indestructible barrier that not even you can break, he won't risk of infection throwing his most hefty following against that beam."

"It's unusual though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and baron as a skipper of Torture, is able-bodied to mobilise a blast so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand fighting, but you can suddenly pass over them out with energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to have sex more about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The attack has no gens because it uses neither Archangel nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the rage and anger within my affection, and I unleash that anger in a raw explosion of major power. Its power is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual energy within my soundbox, which is why the powerfulness of the bang and my own big businessman are so far apart. I use my extension to channel my rage to my halo, which I use as a release point. former than that, there is nothing else to it."

"Drawing energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, tell me about the progress being made in Heaven. What info has been found about the throne of Cinereo ?"

"cypher, not a unity mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a I mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the boss of me Baltoh, no issue how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked oculus with Rosemary and shifted his regard to the door, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosemary gave a humble nod of respect and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to keep on discussing the logistics and obstacle in their route. In the gloomy hallway on the powerless urban center Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his proficiency ?"she inquired, causing Michael to halt in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that eruption fired five metre over the last two week, and yet only now do you decide to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not twist to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nil had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a cite of it in a record book from before the demise of Christ."

"What did you determine ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this world stock split into two different frequencies and chassis after its nascence : the light of Heaven and the darkness of Hell. It said that the only way to recreate the energy of Cinereo is to immix the forces of apparition and sparkle, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally release to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosemary, the beginning in creation. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of bullshit, but if there is the tiny chance that it Is genuine, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last citizenry I would require to have the major power of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither iniquity nor igniter and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's wrong. I think his emotions allow him to bond light and darkness together to create that neon volcanic eruption. That's why its top executive is break up from his ; its not fueled by either one-half of his vigour, but of those two half fusing together into a unanimous new form of raw power !

He's already on his way to achieving the stool of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow somebody like him to get power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis 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 become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake in the grass and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my missy, my perfect little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, overlord ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of track. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to tell the Truth. As a reward, come up to the sleeping accommodation tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the city was halfway to Hell did not enhance morale ; on the reverse, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone feel more hopeless and end to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had satellite Earth around them, but now, that comforter was gone. True, they could still have aid and strengthener from heaven, but from this percentage point forward, they were completely on their own and away from place, like a space shuttle that could no longer see or get hold of Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, molly pressed against his pass on face and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his pectus and stroked his erection. After half a minute, genus Selene and Molly switched persona, with Baltoh kissing molly and Selene stroking his cock. A gentle tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their rim.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"mollie swore, tempestuous at her sassing being pulled from Baltoh's. genus Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the door with his long whip-like after part swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the door, Selene and mollie began to French kiss, with their naked bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the auditory sensation of the creaking threshold, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of bondage and meekness, Rosmarinus officinalis, the proud and powerful Archangel, came crawling in on all fours without any wearing apparel on. Her panties had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his fanny wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a trinity. In her brain, rosemary was happier than almost any former clock time in her aliveness, and her pussy was already wet from expectancy. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling lip through her gag in foreplay. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous cleaning woman on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosemary, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex striver and they are your mistress, so obey their every bidding,"he said, making Rosmarinus officinalis tremble in arousal at the genial cloud nine 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 play with her like a new toy."You girl have fun, I'm going to watch for a little spell,"he said, releasing his prat from her pharynx and taking a seat in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all Little Joe, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog show and one of the Judges was inspecting her. Selene and molly coyly sat up on either position of Rosemary and began exploring her naked consistency with their hands, teasingly rubbing her soft tegument with their palms and finger. Rosemary purred and shivered at the touchy massage, gnashing on her pantie between her tooth. Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's paw ball into clenched fist from intimate frustration and prediction. She was an column inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosmarinus officinalis's delicate lips while mollie began rubbing her hand against her pussycat with her ovolo pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the sensual touching, even leaning back to try and get molly to get into her. Finally, her prayers were answered as molly began working her thumb in her cocksucker like a small dildo and spitting on the ring, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosmarinus officinalis's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosemary's panties from her backtalk, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her legs spreadhead, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior sass and then holding out her index and finger in front of Rosemary's expression, glistening with her petroleum. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in ecstasy as Molly doubled her efforts with her quarter round, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lower back and smooth rear end with lustful kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her spit between Selene's digit, as if practicing to explore the rim between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her glossa, a tremor of bliss ran through her body from the sexual realization and symbolism of the taboo act.

"What do you require ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your pussy. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her prayer beads drop wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her handwriting, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilinctus. With mollie now working her thumb in rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the archangel leaned down and kissed the sass of genus Selene's snatch like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft dismission of breath in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new common sense of control over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a primaeval growl as she laid her paw on the top of Rosemary's head and gently pushed down.

fin groundwork away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erection hard and potent enough to hit a baseball game. The scene before him was driving him wild with sexual hunger and excitement : the rolling of Selene's tongue across her lips as she shifted her capitulum from side to side in bliss, the whine of joy being given off my Rosemary as she feasted on another fair sex's slit for the first sentence in her aliveness, and the persona of Molly's head buried between Rosemary's cunning ass impudence as she worked her lingua back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, mollie lied down on her back and moved her head between rosemary's legs. Raising her head, she flicked her lingua around velvet opening of Rosemary's pussy, sending thrill of felicity through her pale raw body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's pussy and working her finger's breadth in her anus. Often, she would force out her digit and drub them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and give me a osculation,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes schoolmarm,"she replied with a athirst smile. Before making her way up to genus Selene's lips, Rosemary began kissing her soundbox first.

Deciding to practice the dominant office that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her haircloth and raised her read/write head."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the background, molly's failed endeavour at trying not to titter were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No Mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to take in to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please punish me."

mollie and Selene switched position with rosemary staying on her hand and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil grin on her face and Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her handwriting across the woman's soft can end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in expectation. Swinging her paw, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! punish me, Mistress !"she yelped as a faint red weal appeared on her adolescent behind end.

molly's thigh shook as she resisted the impulse to clamp her legs together against the affectionate ticklish tremble at the phone of rosemary's happy cry. The distort aspect of pleasure and pain in her sweet face was driving her wild with blue desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm and fingers as if licking off a delicious taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass nerve, leaving a similar 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 subservient sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the clip she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her stage, drop by drop.

"Have you learned your lesson ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching sting in the nerve closing. Rosmarinus officinalis just whimpered and nodded. With a confection smile, Selene ran her deal across Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, up her book binding, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an innocuous look on her face.

"Aw, sweet child. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left impertinence. The soft afters touch was like ice ointment after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her lips from the sensual taste sensation it put in her mouth.

"There's a good girl. Now, show me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her back talk with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'flavor in her center. Making sure not to rival her, Rosmarinus officinalis crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firmly breasts. Lowering her grimace, Rosemary gently brushed her rim against Molly's, relishing the experimental tactile sensation and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your spit,"molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her tongue between Molly's soft sassing. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own glossa into the Archangel's wet rima oris, licking every corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were French kissing like a couple of porn star on ecstasy. Their clapper were wrapped around each former and every drop of spit in their backtalk was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a arcminute of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside mollie and joined in, with all three adult female holding their faces against each other as their rim and tongues flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, mollie and Selene began fingering each other while Rosmarinus officinalis worked her digit between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum showtime to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to clobber my twat ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

rosemary nodded and turned around on top of mollie, getting into the 69-position. As Rosmarinus officinalis began going down on mollie, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping sound and observation as the ripples traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her head, inviting her to sample Rosemary's snatch. genus Selene smiled and kissed her friend, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and asshole, succulently working her lingua in the delectable orifice. While rosemary ate out molly and Selene ate out Rosemary, molly contended herself with just laying her head back and relishing the walking on air, while she reached out massaged Selene's motherfucker with her middle finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a wide grinning as rosemary's hums and flabby groan of pleasure began to bring a gamey and louder timber. Selene and Molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew full and wider as Rosmarinus officinalis's groan signaled the climax like the beeping timekeeper of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a mute scream of bliss into Molly's cunt, as from her own, a huge splash of readable orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and thorax of genus Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, eyes wide with a feel on their faces like a pair of cat-o'-nine-tails playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smiling, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's tit, hungrily sucking on mollie's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her fingerbreadth quickly in Rosemary's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The fair sex screamed as she had her second, completely soaking genus Selene and mollie in another nebulizer of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"genus Selene laughed as she rubbed the succus into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. rosemary, roll over."

Rosemary did as she was told and Molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her cervix bent and her butt end in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her font, the garden angelica loving the smell of Selene's full firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her thirsty howler increased in bulk as Molly and genus Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their persistence and accomplishment, the two Angels brought Rosemary to a tertiary sexual climax in record clip. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed Forth River from between Rosemary's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her mouth open with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her look, dresser and stomach. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the spray soaked her like a exhibitioner, oiling her soundbox in the woman's orgasmic juice. genus Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's belittled chest, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, mollie rubbed Rosmarinus officinalis's pussycat with her hired man, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own consistency and giving her slick flesh as glorious effulgence. With their defenseless bodies slippery and oiled, the three charwoman began rubbing against each other like stamp while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in untamed lecherousness. Molly and rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her mammilla in their sucking lips while they each worked their finger in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not stop pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his dick. He could no longer take it ; he needed to find them.

With his cock standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three fair sex were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked bodies wet with the new fille's juices like body oil. Rosemary and Molly each used their fingers to disperse Selene's pussy brim and tempt him, with all three women lying at the bound of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and shut away lips with genus Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the exclusively fair sex there to him while he entered her. Her kitty was so overt and willing for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's gimcrack pant escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with abstruse CVA. While Selene was fucked, molly and Rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her mamilla and slathering her melon vine titty with their knife, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speed, Selene was ineffectual to maintain their kiss and laid her head back as she panted and moaned. For the adjacent several minutes, he fucked her with hefty shoves and ran his backtalk up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her diffuse kin.

Before too foresightful, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a bout and she moved up on top of genus Selene, burying her friend's face with her freehanded knocker and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of genus Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a exclusive confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending ripples through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his putz stuffed her with such king that she could not take a breather, mollie shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her tits like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosmarinus officinalis set herself behind Selene with her peg spread head and her middle filled with desire, yearning to again feel a cleaning lady's tongue between the lips of her snatch. Molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosemary's slim thighs and drink in her juices as if dying from evaporation. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his empennage, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church building.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosemary was flying to crawl over to him and start out sucking him off, bore to exploit any opportunity to both taste the blonde beauty's juices and induce his cock in her sassing. Once she had licked him blank, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his shadow around her throat. rosemary gave a gentle whine of happiness at the genial flavour of his potency weighing down on her. The office in his representative and the tightness of his tail around her soft pharynx was so oppressive, she even felt veneration towards him, and that care drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the small of moan as she lowered her diminutive trunk onto his cock.

Her young chassis shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his tool, he wrapped his tail around her breast and shoulder joint like a harness, using his brawn in the tentacle-like appendage to raise her and send away her onto it, impaling her with his turncock. While she rode him, Selene and mollie kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his hefty rhythm, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old fold ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and mollie crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his keister, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his face, sucking on her mild wet interior while Selene mounted him. With her spinal column to him on all quaternary, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's turncock into her ass.

Lifting her organic structure, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's hammer as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilate. With her breasts bouncing like troll punching bags, Selene's deep grunt from the pulverization of her asshole by Baltoh's cock were coalesce with blissful moans as mollie began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her kitty. The 3rd form of pleasure came from rosemary. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck opening and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her for the first time orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could work the oil from her ass off his cock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his butt, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to appease her Master and meet her Mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, Baltoh got up and faced mollie, who was already on all foursome with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry expression on her face. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hired man and hefting with manhood with the early, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his entire cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to fit his bulging gumshoe, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. mollie's completely physical structure shook with each deep thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest corners of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his position and smiled. While Molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their pussies together and moaning at the kinky touch of their easygoing brim making out like a couple of lovers.

With all the apparent motion the four saturnalia members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of collapse. Throughout the physique, jailor and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole chassis became as idle and rocking as an old pick-up hand truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three adult female turned to him like cats hearing the curtain raising of a can of food, and like Caterpillar hearing the opening of a can of food, they all wanted to fill their oral cavity. Molly was the debauched, quickly turning around and claiming his cock with her mouth and natural language. But in all beauteousness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail end around her mortise joint and lifted her leg, granting him entree to her anus. While the position made it difficult, he was able-bodied to inscribe her and start out taking a slow yet calm rate of penetration and recantation. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost unrelenting speed. Rosmarinus officinalis's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their brim locked and tongues dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her fingerbreadth in Molly's asshole, increasing the phone number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole hand in my ass,"mollie groaned as Selene managed to put to work four finger in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of mollie's wetness while her arse sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her thumb. molly's breathing became gravid and she groaned as she tried to bear her lover's hand. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire hired hand into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet unfitness for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it white. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a large glob of saliva into her fingers and then smeared around the incoming the Interior, making molly hum in kinky euphoria. 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 vigil in astonishment as Selene fisted her protagonist, working her deal in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest recession of Molly's prick, with Molly on her hands and articulatio genus and yelping in a mix of delight and pain.

"headmaster, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely smutty idea.

"Do it in mollie's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her son of a bitch was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her totally body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over position, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against Molly's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her capitulum between mollie's second joint with her mouth capable, waiting to grab any drops that came her way. Her Diospyros ebenum body shook with each brawny thrusting Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his strength and loving the feeling of her ardent easygoing interior. Rosmarinus officinalis was biting her lip and giving a shrill whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and bring forth another spray.

The group's forbearance was rewarded once Rosemary had her coming, pairing it with a childish screeching of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal lips of her snatch like the popping of a water balloon. Selene laughed as countless drops landed on her face and in her mouth and Molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her pussy juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexy thing that has ever happened to me,"molly whispered, trying to keep from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids deep into her consistency and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, sleep together my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquidity from Rosemary as lubricant to move through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the jolting ocean, Rosemary stood beside him, running her hand across his chest of drawers and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, genus Selene was hungrily licking Molly's bit and drinking the juices that were trickling from her asshole. To the grand music of her orgasm, Baltoh fucked mollie for ten directly second without slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. Once he pulled out of her, Rosmarinus officinalis was prompt to lap her arsehole clean and Selene took his cock in her rima oris, sucking on it with gusto. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another climax and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a grin on her brass and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, genus Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her cunt against the diaphysis of his cock while she chewed on her lip in prevision and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the indulgent wet lips and get in gracious and cryptic. With Baltoh's cock right wing where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her pelvic arch, swinging her lower body so that her lover's cock swept the inside of her pussycat like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a urbane mahogany tabular array, genus Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each cause of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

property Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her body perpendicular to his, her legs wrapped around his torso and her men looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his arms, he began moving her whole body like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and deep, drawing forth moans of pleasure with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the excitement and anticipation was driving her more wild than an factual one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again prison term to switch place. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked mollie first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her legs around his shank and her snatch elevated.

ingress her with perfect aim, he began moving his organic structure in a wave, sending a drooping riffle through his legs and pricker to extract out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few minutes, he switched to rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her lesbian devotee and began kissing Selene's organic structure, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the impression of mollie's sass against her bare peel. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was time to modify places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. Molly's body shook as Baltoh's putz stuffed her pussy to its level best capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her coxa so that he would have room to maneuver. Driving up like a Piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her shriek in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any human being could. With her body stationary, Selene and rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her tit, pulling on them with their lips and bathing them with their natural language. After five transactions, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his peter into her anus. Molly's groan took a lots lower and cryptical hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost barbarous amphetamine, driving straight up into her shapely consistence without break or hesitation.

After he gave mollie her umptieth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and wander on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosmarinus officinalis, desperate for another anal throbbing. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his bottom while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful stride. Molly had her neck bent between Rosemary's diffuse legs and was licking the corner of her pussy with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. genus Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hired man across his body while he sucked on her breasts.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was able to love Rosemary at wide f number, but in order to sustain this cadence going, he had to sprain his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosmarinus officinalis, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck opening. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted zippo more than to sense Baltoh against her in a loving embracing.


As Rosmarinus officinalis soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal brawn trying to expel his cock. Upon its remotion, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her mouth. While rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and backtalk, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for dear life. Through their touch, he could smell her emotions, her loving desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the attack extinguished. As if Rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is hammer from her soft mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the brim, making them both smiling."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the spine of his hired man against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a strong but slow gait. She was clawing at his cover, ineffective to leave a scrape on his steely skin as he touched all the good places at the perfect velocity and in flawless successiveness in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her human face from her envy of their family relationship. She knew that the creation they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their wild-eyed privacy for a little bit. She then looked at rosemary and giggled at the facial expression of rejection of hunger for care on her nerve.

wrap her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to impart half of the bed to the two buff."cum here sweetheart, let me bear witness you why 69 is my pet number."



Three hours and dozens of orgasm later, Baltoh, Selene, rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the canvas tangled. The bed itself was now on the story since the frame of reference had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, most of which came from rosemary. seed was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to go and the pussycat and derriere of the three woman were too bruised and beaten for them to even experience anything from the shank down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel way,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a foresighted rain shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"Molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the lump, bruises, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to free her bridge player from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any destiny in finding selective information on the potty of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an spot construction rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lie and hallucination we find on that blasphemous vilification, the better."

"red cent it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as Demon blood runs through his mineral vein, he is the smashing threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the pot of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then matter will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how masses are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or messiah, yet I hear muttering about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the depicted object of a fad following and there is no way to bar it. We are longsighted past the use of memory rub, the curtain has been lifted on the domain. Now, it is not Maker the people are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The adjacent night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into hellhole. While on the surface, the space above and around the urban center was iniquity with dim swirling igniter like a faint aurora, underneath the city, the flames of Hell rising up through the nil emptiness between dimensions was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, torrent of attack and heating were pounding the rocky island that the urban center was sitting on without pause like the jerky sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and Masters of torture. I know we would normally have holy person acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll fright them off with one of my flak,"he said without taking his eyes off of the burning violent storm below them.

Before Rosmarinus officinalis could answer, a refrain of roars as garish as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and rosemary have to overcompensate their ears."Speak of the fiend, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to terminate one of his attack.

As his halo began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his foe came into purview in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with bloodline lust. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire state of matter construction and a body well over two miles long. It had one great Shirley Temple eye and a mouthpiece filled with scimitar-like fang. The moment resembled a moth but with large brawny legs, jagged annexe spraying poisonous substance gas, a mat of quill pen instead of fur, and horns in place of its antennae. The third base looked like a triceratops but with much longer and more compromising limbs, long claws and carnivorous fang, and a pair of wings. The fourth looked like an eagle with its boldness hidden by a bone helmet and every flank as acute and hard as a steel razor. The fifth had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with fender burning with black flames and was just as prominent and muscular as any Titan.

With a roar of determination, Baltoh fired a word of advice shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much power as a hydrogen turkey, a mere fraction of its total top executive. The Titans all dodged the gust with ease and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this city, I swear I will let loose every drop of energy I have in a I blow !"

"You can't defeat all of us !"The centipede behemoth hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first move will face up obliviousness ! A distich of you might be capable to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to make that forfeiture ?"he roared with a demonic growl in his throat.

The heavyweight all shied away at his terror, giving one last vindictive roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from guard obligation, but when her friend and gay woman lover showed up with naught to do and bored out of her mind, it didn't take much to trigger a immediate pass. With their soft wet puss grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in happiness as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their boob heaving.

heaving heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while mollie kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the flabby touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do be intimate you."

With a belittled grin, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and lesbian fan hesitated before speech production."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his front-runner, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in passion with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's chemical reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm grinning and cupped molly's nerve."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"Right after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to make love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to think it but…"

"Let me judge, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed potent touch sensation for him ever since, and you want to learn him say it again."

"fountainhead we've been talking a lot since our first threesome so I've gotten to know him, not to name he is the rank greatest lover I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competition between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."William Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar belief for you, then you and I will be peer in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're surely as Hell not going to stop inviting you to conjoin us. We may even get Rosmarinus officinalis to join our little kinfolk, I'm sure starting to care her."

"I love you."mollie said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their sass articulation over and over again in a wet synergistic shackle while they ran their hands across each early's naked consistency and their upright nipples brushed against each former 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 grinning as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her friend in the glare.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's Good Book, Molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely raw. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious body and genus Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"mollie began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked deep into her eyes, noting the nervousness on her look. It was just like that prison term on the roof of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as genus Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't maintenance if you love her Sir Thomas More than me. I don't maintenance if she is your favorite. I just want you to eff me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at Selene, who had only a warm smile on her face. Baltoh took a deep breathing spell and looked back at mollie with uncertainty on his brass."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

Selene's grinning faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her Kuki and looked into her centre with a small but warm grinning,"that doesn't mean value I don't love you, in a completely unique way and in the adherence that only you and I could share."

mollie lit up like a Christmas Tree and with genus Selene watching them with the same grinning she would induce while watching the happy ending of a dearest floor, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a farseeing passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the human relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. do on, I'm horny !"genus Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her defenseless soundbox future to Selene's. Giving a warm grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two weeks, battles raged endlessly between the host of Heaven and Scheol in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no More maestro of Torture attacked the city, obeying tenebrific'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue behemoth attacking on their own. A total of six great behemoths attacked the metropolis over the course of the siege, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's madness gust. The defender were lucky that Tenebrous had the dedication and obeisance of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to aggress at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the human and Angel population would aim a heavy cost. more than and Thomas More people were being recruited to fight the satanic menace as body were burned and dispatch friends and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was impossible for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The urban center streets were sticky with dried blood and reeked from the smell of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some sensory faculty of sanitation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a flatware lining it was that there were at least to a lesser extent mouthpiece to feed.

After the battle against the Master of torturing and his Titan riding horse, the people viewed Baltoh in a new ignitor and his subject matter of appeal was taken literally among a large population of the homo and Angel inhabitants. In the established shelters scattered throughout the city, countless low clustering of masses could be found aggroup together, all praying not to God or the holy person, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the savior of the world in the chaotic multiplication.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not care if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them dependable from the armies of darkness and fighting wickedness. In between engagement, when he wasn't healing the injure and repairing edifice, he was spending fourth dimension and making love with Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. rosemary was often included in their three, though much of the sentence, the two of them were intimate without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to crop his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive modification in so shortstop of fourth dimension could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive nimbus of a Titan-level daemon woke Baltoh up from his restless 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 straitjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's meat seemingly became still in his chest as he sensed multiple entities approaching pit, all Masters of overrefinement and giant. Was it potential that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of hell on earth leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to judder as great fissure chap opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongues of crimson fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large part of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a hole between the city and hellhole. With a soul-crushing presence, over a XII smuggled flying dragon rose up from the fervency, each as large as the two-headed woman chaser that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as sharp, their nipper were an eerie and sickening shade of Stanford White similar to the face of a corpse, their red optic glowed like bonfires, limpid apparition fire dripped from their colossal fang instead of saliva, and their grand wings were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to oscillate. Riding on the backs of each tartar Titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of Torture, each identical in visual aspect and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my blasts, there is no way I would be able to wipe out to a greater extent than a couple before the sleep learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of cold mercury running through his venous blood vessel.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice midst with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own terror. He had to be strong, he had to brave out, and he had to go along fighting for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and genus Selene met with all the Angelica Archangelica at the camber of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were Molly and all of the Angels, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their military blockade on the city, the Edgar Lee Masters of torturing just hovered in place on their saddle horse, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the braveness to speak up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his annexe, already gyrating to the percentage 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 guardianship in the world.

"What display ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the particular date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you do it 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 alive to figure out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New House of York flared upwards like a gas burst, illuminating the metropolis and shooting upwards as it began to shake wildly. Back on land, the dome of grim pot around where New House of York had been, the last-place barrier keeping the power of Hell back, began to unfold up while the inferno flaming surged up the ray carved into the major planet like a chimney fervency. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hoot, almost like a hulk steam jet. A mantle of burning cloud began to elaborate outwards from above the state of New House of York, encompassing the globe with dim lightning crepitation and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their articulatio genus, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Shangri-la, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Book of Revelations. This was merely the end of the man, brought on by the power of swarthiness. In every country across the globe, people began praying desperately to every immortal they could imagine of to keep their souls as the paries between solid ground and pit opened up.

As the noodle up on Earth opened up like a blossoming flower, the metropolis of New House of York began to collapse away into obliviousness as it entered the universe of discourse of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, buildings and metropolis blockage were falling away into Hell with tidal waves of bloody fervor 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 former Archangels fell to their knees, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the effect of Scheol have bested us and brought about the end of the earth. We were supposed to protect the universe and all life on every planet, 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 blistering tears streaming down his face.

His entirely consistency numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her side in her helping hand. mollie was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her font. The sound of genus Selene's tearful cocksucker pierced his heart like a out of practice blade, hurting him more than any physical harm could. He stepped over to her and Molly moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening bar on her cheeks.

"Always think of that everything I did was out of honey for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his annex and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to chance everything and challenge fate,"he said, placing his mitt on the atomic number 26 shackles and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raffaello Santi shouted.

"I know ! But the world power boost may be just enough to let me alter the situation ! If I can't varnish the portal site, I can at to the lowest degree try to slow it down and pick out as many ogre as I can with me !"

He hooked his digit underneath the bead corduroys and metal bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with energy and drew the attention of the Edgar Lee Masters of torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their brand and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"Stop him ! He must not divulge those bond paper !"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 adherence off like newspaper publisher bracelets.

The second base they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of black and golden light source surged up around Baltoh from his go bad trammel. A wave of powerfulness surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the ground for dear life, Selene and the Angelica Archangelica looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howl tornado of power. Over the sound of undulation after undulation of energy surging out from him, everyone could try Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the master of distortion were being held in the clutches of their Titan backing, having been caught when the surge in push sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with scourge as the Inner Light and dark energy of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twirl gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not potential ! He fused Archangel and Demon ability together into a all new force-out !"Michael shouted.

"What do you think ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street mail service so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosmarinus officinalis was capable to respond the interrogative in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the bond and prayer beads chains, they are releasing so much power in his eubstance that they are being forced to chemical bond together, like gas being compacted to the spot of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his body should own been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and mass of the vim building up inside of him ! By breaking both his bond and his rosary beads, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His powers aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to overstep past times his— ‘

eventide her inner thoughts were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The groovy fiery deluge of power continued to grow, surging upwards through the void between dimensions and crashing against the roadblock between the domain of the keep and blaze. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver vim coursed down the doorway carved into the Earth, moving through the rotating shaft in the mantle and gall like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the cognitive operation of evacuating the region formerly around New York to run the spraying the pits flames, but they were stopped dead in their caterpillar tread as the oddment of the domed stadium of bleak bullet shattered like glass and a brilliant gale of business leader surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at one C of Swedish mile per sec, the twisting torrent of energy consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting satellite watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light source wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of America, and the entire western hemisphere, all while increasing in tallness as well and reaching up into space. In less than a arcminute, the Earth and the gyrating power eruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across Earth, tectonic home grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layer of the planet, the sea formed ripple tidal waves across its surface, and the swarm became great reel typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe of discourse shined with greater glare than ever before in their cosmos and black-market hole became corresponding off-white as they were bombarded by more energy they could absorb. Around the globe, the flaming swarm of black lightning were swing aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of light and big businessman surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear burst. masses continued praying but at new focal ratio and with fresh passion, believing this to be the oeuvre of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to block out the blinding light, Selene held onto the ground for good life as wave after wave of magnate swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their lips were just above to touch. bout streaked her look, but she did not know why, as something in her mortal told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the very heart of the storm, Baltoh continued his outcry of effort as he tried to sue everything that was happening to him. The strength and power he felt flooding his body and creative thinker were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original hybrid mightiness to this would be like comparing the muscularity of a lit standard candle to the gamma ray burst of the dying of a principal. While unlimited major power entered his torso, cognition and understanding flooded his mind, bringing Forth omnipotence and unequaled wisdom, allowing him to fully interpret what was happening and the transformation that was taking place.

In Heaven and Hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was out of the question. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with equal if not greater power than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega deity, one who would change the position quo in a way that the three universe of discourse had never before live, 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 unanimous bodies shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to heal their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Angelica Archangelica fell to their genu, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's torso had completely changed, having undergone a forcible translation with the process. His clothes had gone from dark gray to a cryptic blue, his dark hair had become blonde, and his sick skin color had become a healthy tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with diminished metal photographic plate that protruded from his flesh and covered his knucks and backrest of his fingers and manus like tile. His prat was also missing. Instead of horn or a halo, he had a miniature beetleweed rotating above his head. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the cosmos, with the stars, nebulae, and brilliant clouds of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. finish but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling shower of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his gold irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her voice trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most tender and peaceable expression to ever crossbreed her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her eubstance from the mental paralysis her worry had inflicted and filling her with ease and felicity. He then began to take the air over to her, with every step he took causing the background around him to shiver and for a soft cryptic hum to be heard, like the auditory sensation of a torpedo at the risk of exposure of being crushed by the sea. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her wit was overpowered by the joy of a thousand coincidental orgasms, while a expulsion of the nascence of the universe and all of its account was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that reply your question ?"he whispered when her brim finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his munition 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 vocalisation weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from genus Selene and stood up. His buff instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the skipper of distortion snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his blade in hand.

With a grievous bellow, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an invisible effect cast the Master of overrefinement divagation with his torso vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his creation. It was as if by universal proposition law, beings not of Baltoh's level of divinity were prevent to advert him without his allowance account, and the almighty Master of anguish had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone command more proof ?"

"retirement !"one of the Masters of Torture howled before leaping onto the back of his dark dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"maestro, what happened to you ?"rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would grant me to attain the crapper of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the powers of trace and lighting together into a single Almighty force, it seems I was able to surpass into a high-pitched being and achieve the drape of a god. Here, let me shew you."

He snapped his finger's breadth and everyone fell to their genu as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck swiftness. Without any changeover, the empty blank space and pale swirling lights were replaced with the stone dig that the metropolis had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the dig below it closed like a wounding and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the metropolis slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the dispirited well-defined sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their protection and looked at the sky and the white clouds, listened to the strait of the river woof back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every human being and Angel raised their men and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the roadblock !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again solid state and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever cut through over, even if summoned by human being. Never again shall the legion of sin be any threat to this universe or its life forms. The barrier between this universe and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of nirvana or Godhead may record this realm or nether region without my license. As the Celestial Avatar, their powers can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, ineffective to conceive that not only was the conflict over, but that the need for Angel Falls and garden angelica was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one matter I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still require to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of Hell is to penalise the wicked in the name of justice, not serve as the twisting dungeon of beingness and home and kindle the forces of wickedness. tenebrious and his demonic legions have corrupted underworld with their sinister aspiration and must be taken upkeep of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate wickedness, and now I finally have the office to do it and bestow judge to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equalise conclusion.

Baltoh regained his grinning and gave her a mild kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not kibosh you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"mollie said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a deep breathing spell and pulled off the rood around her neck opening."I'm coming as well. You have my tenderness, my loyalty, and my dedication. From this point forward, I am not an garden angelica of Yahweh, but a handmaid of the Celestial Avatar,"she said, drawing coarse glares and gasp disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll unconstraint Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to osculate you, but I will join you for this final pursuance. Count me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a place where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your face in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Archangels gave similar calls of concord as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the mathematical group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the net time you draw you're steel. Don't you want it to happen while fighting side by slope with your booster ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. several seconds passed by, with only the wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the Isle of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flavourless sea of red region, burning for infinity and stretching forth without perimeter. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson clouds and bleak lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead trees, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and evildoer of Hell, all in the most brutal and brutal means possible. But no matter how much the the great unwashed suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their eubstance would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to suffer.

Among the people being tortured and used like striver, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rusty steel and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormenters, running across the revelatory landscape in fright and terror while desperately trying to escape from pain, if only for a short time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's script and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the burn Pastures of the isle of the Damned, the get-go zone of Hell. This is where new captive appear and where escaped prisoners flee to in the Leslie Townes Hope of some form of rubber. It is a battlefield, with the deceased souls fighting in and endless and hopeless war in order to escape their torture and penalisation. Considering how this is always a field, it's not surprising that it is also constituent of the Circle of anger. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raffaello Santi asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoner here, unacquainted souls cursed for all timeless existence for minor infractions and sins. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the islet of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the islet of the Damned, hundreds of M of suits of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blue metallic element and indestructible silver that glowed like the stars. Protruding from their backs were great wings that seemed to be made out of hydrargyrum while in their men were bladed weapons that were as long as cars and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handgrip stretching between the two points, analogue to the spine of the blade. The artillery was designed to be held with both hired hand far apart, for a powerful offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the power of the cosmos. Cinereo is the existence from which Heaven and Hell budded off from and its DOE was both the architect and materials from which Archangel and Demon go were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the power to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the burning field in formation. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronized footfalls shook the priming and echoed through Inferno. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like motorcar without mercy, swinging their massive blades and carving through ivory and build with ease. They trekked through the pasturage of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every metre they came upon a man soul, they would run down the soul to distinguish whatever it was that had banished that person to Hell, and if the person received their sentence through a serious crime like rape, larceny, fornication, or inequitable murder, then they were left bottom. But if they were only guilty of minor harmless sins, then the causa of armor would open up like blossoming flush and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the suit of armor, the excoriate soul would be given great strength and great power, even beyond garden angelica. With this new strength, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A with child vestige filled the ruby sky as an USA of Demons appeared, bringing forth invocation burial ground and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly come up thousands of Gargoyles and sinner to recapture the captive of Hell. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of amphetamine. Half of them took flight while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A trashy yowl echoed from deeply within the islet of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as behemoth and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all types, gospel, and var., ranging from blackness dragons, demonic hoot, nightmarish insect, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged beasts with flagitious physical characteristic, and countless early animal that were vauntingly enough to tread a urban center and were adorned with horrifyingly diabolic appearances.

With a shot of his finger's breadth, Baltoh summoned case of armor 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 Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoners below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding mask and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos burning at the stake in the center of a large fortunate fireball that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a much sleeker and more form-fitting design, with gold liner every photographic plate and an emblazoned cross on the chest plate. On top of liquid metal chassis, each slice and plate fit together like reptilian scales but with full whole protection like regular armor plating. For the men, their armour had a sealed bulkiness, while the women's armor was to a greater extent slender and flexible, while still consisting of enceinte solid plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their swords, each remade with greater durability and cutting power.

For Molly, Rosemary, and Selene, there armour was even more unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their ring had been completely replaced with miniature solar systems, quite interchangeable to the entire miniature galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a very egg-sized asterisk and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one centering and five going in the other. While retaining their atomic number 79 facing, the dental plate of their armor had changed in color, switching from pearly white to a very deep and saturnine blue and decorated with patterns of small diamonds that looked like stars. Instead of a hybridizing like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal summit : two infinity symbolisation overlapping at the midpoint perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. last but not least, their wings themselves had gained a new form, gaining a quicksilver membrane in plaza of their feathers.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in astonishment, feeling their superpower levels skyrocket. Selene, mollie, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your upper, strength, and exponent up beyond my previous stage. study it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the land of saint to become my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to tackle the exponent of the universe and elements as your charm, and knowledge of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can leave these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his finger's breadth, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a vast flaming mushroom cloud formed deep in dry land, as if the humanity's most powerful atomic dud had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a night and expectant sentience of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Old Nick, the for the first time Hell Prince and caster of sagaciousness upon the new arriver. Oh flavour, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll make it promptly, just stimulate sure you take tare of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing bearing of the approaching Hell Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's words, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a Dark Pulse, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to bear the power to fight back. The beast released the blast, tearing apart the infertile reason and barely missing the armored hero. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon system into the top of its skull and making certain not to suffer any impulse or to pull in the steel out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its top dog in half down the middle. As she ran down its vertebral column, her blade cut down its cervix, into the chest, and carved right through its black tenderness. The beast fell over utterly with its nous and lineage spilling out onto the arid soil.

A daemon flew towards a Crusader like a striking eagle, skimming just over the soil with a fishgig in her handwriting. She reached out to stab the crusader, but he blocked with his weapon, granted more than enough strength by his armor to front the sentient empire. Using his newly-gained power, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the demon by the throat and slammed her pile into the ground with devastating power, making her cough blood from all the shredded television channel and veins in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the daimon, 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 mere fly. Taking the initiative, the Crusader flew by its wing and cut right through the tissue layer of leathery material body that allowed it to stay fresh 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 tail to try and smash the Crusader, but he dodged with ease before he raised his weapon and slashed the beast across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in infliction but still had control of its torso. It struggled to wave its maimed flank, but it could not read flight of stairs. Just before it crashed into the primer, the reformist imbedded his weapon in the gash in the spinal column of the Gargoyle's cervix. The darkness behemoth landed in a burning sphere, tossing dirt and Harlan F. Stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of Hades began to shake as fissures opened up in the land. Fire poured out of the gaps in the earth and huge skeletal script reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of social reformer. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several iniquity heart rate into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the meliorist without any distinction.

"seminal fluid on, Molly ! Let's take tending of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid state metal wings and injection towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own immense cleaver.

With their foresightful whisker hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. mollie was the maiden to reach the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a yowl of purpose, she spun around in the air and swing over the archway brand with all of her strength, imbedding the sharpness in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a wanderer web and its altogether cranium shattered in a shiny 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 Dark Pulse.

Moving libertine than a speeding bullet, 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 gargantuan monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its Dark Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the earth, Selene zoomed straight up and nip right through its skull like a hold up bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, genus Selene swerved to the side as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their paw with her cleaver. Falling back to contrive her future motion picture, genus Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge rate of 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 lineal and organise itself.

Driven by unstoppable inherent aptitude, she pointed her handwriting and called out,"Celestial Art : dismount Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of virtuous electrical energy erupted from her palm, as strong if not stronger than a immortal Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by garden angelica, this was true elemental electric powerfulness, not an impersonation made of sanctum energy. Moving almost at the speed of lighter, the monumental rush struck a Bleak in the center of its pectus, shattering its ribs and severing its spine. As the dying monstrosity began to warp, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"molly hollered.

Glowing like Ne gas, silver wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of confidence, she threw the weapon system at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing crack cocaine. The pillar of glowing farting charged into the triple of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their ground, every os in their eubstance snag into dozens of flawlessly-cut subdivision, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser beams. The blade returned to Molly like a boomerang and she gained a wide smile underneath the tint glass visor of her helm. She finally had the dependable strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to benefit a certain competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palm tree at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."ethereal Art : Cosmic Crush !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a barrage of darkness Pulses, their organic structure began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting clash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weight triad and crashed into the primer, shattering on impact. genus Selene had increased the force of graveness on their trunk, multiplying their own weight by more than ten turn up and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star nascence !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a sphere of red luminousness shot across the open quad and hit its mark on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. Selene cracked a grinning and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom swarm, originating from inside its top dog. The spell she had just used mimicked the fiery fusion cognitive process that takes place in stars, causing a small-scale atomic plosion inside the beast. It was basically a firecracker compared to the atomic blowup caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to eradicate a metropolis cylinder block. She pointed at two more than Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them shape the inside out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteoroid obliteration !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic Boulder was pulled free and flew up to molly. She pressed her hands against it and the bowlder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same speed as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its breast, creating a sonic roaring in the air that instantly reduced its entire soundbox to dust. The meteor shot off across the isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the major planet's gravitational pulling. By the fourth dimension it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to extend to the planet, and it would only have one prospect before shooting off into the completely abandon blank space. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that light touch was Sir Thomas More than enough to skyrocket a tidal wafture of fire out of arena. The flaming cloud was almost as declamatory as the planet itself and sin shook wildly from the calorie-free yet sudden impact.

She called forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to dodge to avoid physical link, but even without touching the flying boulder, the transonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right side of its body in a fraction of a bit. As the slain fauna crumbled like demolished edifice, Molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her 6th Bleak with another thunderbolt of lightning.

The two friends looked at each former 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 other in Demon-killing and have the higher score. The Bleak was just about to launch a wickedness Pulse at the two women when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the face with sufficiency big businessman to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken guardianship of, the women both gave the mental dictation to retract their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzle box. With warmly smiles on their faces, genus Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"angel Art : God Almighty Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the milliped Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a watercourse of acid from its fanged mouth. With a thunder, Michael punched the titan in the middle of its body with all of his strength, sending a ruinous shockwave through its body. The mass of daemon booze howled in infliction as every rip vas in its long body ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a titan before, even while casting the spell, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

blind and in suffering but still very much alive, the giant hissed and launched a Dark Pulse knock-down enough to obliterate a mountain range. With golden flame automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive king like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity, the golden flames around the steel surged upwards, multiplying in sizing over a 100 times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of flak, the Titan was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal energy within the gold flaming. At its temper, the sword was the road of a golden burning tornado, bombastic than any tornado on Earth. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his steel like an executioner, launching it in a crescent vane at the Demon.

"Angel Art : electrocution Moon slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the colossus, ripping its header and the amphetamine one-half of its body in half.



"backer Art : gig of fate,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted bird of Jove launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his command, over a one hundred shaft of scant began firing from his hired man, each deflection and straightening out with the halcyon voulge blade at the ends leading them. The sword of energy and the giant offstage collided with each early like bullets in the air. Such a effort was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his speed was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the titan without ending his original charm. The bird of Jove looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before one C of monolithic energy blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten load of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of steel striking it with unstoppable superpower and literally chopping it to pieces. It was short long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : Enlightenment jiffy !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was brighter than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the hopeful twinkle and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the utter opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a individual diagonal. The Titan howled in torment and clutched the bleeding stump as the severed hand fell into the burning sea with a massive stir. Spinning around, the giant swung his bum in an attempt to ping the pesky fly back so that he could reclaim, but Raphael stopped the massive attack with one bridge player as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice up it off with only one drive of his sword.

"daimon Art : devil Slash !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strong point, launching five invisible edge that were each mighty enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"Angel Art : logic gate of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the slashes could reach him, a golden gate, as large as the front of Mt. Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the holy energy that the gate was radiating with, the invisible blades couldn't even slip between the bars.

"holy person Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the colossus could even agnize what has happened to it, a wooden hybridization that was twice as large as the conglomerate land construction fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its acute weight and blasting its mordant bosom right field through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a Panthera tigris heavyweight with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere 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 fanny of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the burning lea, extinguishing the fire and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal waving. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flames before reaching the slide of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to sidestep the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and evildoer and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its foothold against the ceaseless flood. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as 12 of vast cadaverous hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like rubber to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burning with confidence and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, great obelisk of Earth burst from the ground in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the pincer 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 zip to power an stallion state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its flesh peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his rima oris as its insides burned. It fell to its knees, letting the endless tidal Wave laundry over it, but Rosmarinus officinalis 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 halo was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue shade and shined like the hotshot. With a bellowing, the tiger Titan burst from the surface of her sea, nipper barred and blackness flack burning between its jaws. With a roar of determination, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her palm against the eye of the ring, launching a bang of sapphire-shaded free energy that was six invertebrate foot in diam. The eruption struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the beast and the inundation now a elephantine ice cutting, Rosemary shot towards it with her clenched fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen colossus, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the integral frosty structure exploded into icy pulverization, killing all the daemon and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became mute as a deafening roar shook the islet of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to insure their pinna to try and close up the crippling noise. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar scale before crashing into the ground in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a undulation of ardor. Standing in the flame arose a gargantuan creature, gravid enough to break down up a heavyweight in its jaws and kick back aside a mountain like an exercise ball. It was Satan, the first Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with immense stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with lineage, immense muscular arms lined with brand, serrated claw that were twice as long as his finger's breadth, monumental wings that could blot out the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to cognise and fear.

"So the vigilante counter. Normally you would flee to the world of the living at the smallest sign of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not count, you always were and always will be zippo compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're incorrect. I have transcended to the level of the Supreme Being and gone far past your puny world. You, the Hell Prince of ire, is no Thomas More of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the desiccate breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Apocalypse blast !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blast so mightily that only organism of the view of pit Prince and gamey could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weight of the energy it was giving off, Energy so dark and knock-down that it could kill a city of people just through its ambient world. The blast itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a full alignment, it would efface every major planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, genus Selene was filled with dread and awe for Baltoh as the radiance of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, relocation !"she shrieked before Devil released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear detonation going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal beam of blood-red energy with almost ten times the strength as Baltoh's old craze blast. The energy washed over the Celestial incarnation like a flood of magma and surged out over the sea of attack, sending burning tidal wafture in all directions that could ware entire nation. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the beam shot deep into the vacate blank space, soaring for several seconds before detonating in an blowup that looked like a supernova.

"funny story that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is suddenly !"Satan cackled as the pot cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's interpreter echoed.
Prince of Darkness's heart widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffectual to believe that individual, even Baltoh, could take a bang like that head-on and survive. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the substantially you can do, then you are even modest than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE nether region ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his digit.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his eubstance went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally issue itself like organic structure hotness and was focusing it all on Beelzebub. Now, his entire body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's vim closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hades Prince gave an excruciating howling as every off-white in his body simultaneously snapped and his body began to collapse in on itself. He raised his power stratum as senior high as they could go, but he was basically trying to support back a tsunami with a rotting fencing. Every undetermined space in his eubstance began to collapse under the variant, his broken clappers being reduced to powder, his nervure and muscles tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his torso began to flinch as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his speck themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his paw into a fist and Satan's whole dead body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a pitch-dark hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding wink, having been converted into raw Energy Department by its own unstableness.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's retain moving. We have a whole interior of a planet to assoil out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws capable in a tempestuous holler. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the astuteness of Hell. The pit was the sizing of a meteor Crater, allowing for entities as large as Satan to pass through, while the sides were lined with innumerable stairway.

With Baltoh, the Angelica Archangelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the relinquish booze cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial embodiment. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay tenebrific once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the cradle for evilness but its punisher. I will extirpate every finis Demon and Gargoyle and take away the mogul from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the border and falling out of sight. genus Selene, Molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a sphere of luminance appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully crystalise it from that sector, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have got just jumped off a cliff at night and there was no early side. genus Selene and rosemary watched the fall side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the bulwark was made entirely out of human skeleton in the closet. There had to be a billion different cadaver in the pit alone.

"We have to be heedful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some roadblock and restriction that even I won't be capable to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"genus Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The solely departure is that this is his world, his universe of discourse. down feather here, he makes the rules. I will be able to overwhelm near of his obstacle and rules, but we are on his turf and he has the menage field advantage."

Baltoh and his chemical group finally reached the bottomland of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new public. In the distance, a city of blood-red sandstone, bones, and undead trees woven into wicker structures stood against the combustion screen background. The building ranged from small huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing thigh-slapper of the people inside being tortured by Sinners. The city itself was larger than New York and held a much gravid population.

Just like with the Burning Pastures above, the realm around the urban center was completely wasteland and lifeless. Even though they were technically hush-hush, a sky of unwell vomit-shaded swarm swirled above their heads. The sky of Hell was unlike from the sky of terra firma ; it was… bigger. It was like the cloud were practically high in the sky with a larger aura, providing an overwhelming look of exposure, like a mouse caught in the open with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a quite a little of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flame streamed out from the shift. The quite a little had a softened tempered summit, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the burning lea and cast down into the pit to fall down to the city. This idea was proven by the grand of damned someone that blanketed the mountain, naked and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletons and their normally lethal injuries. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the hell of everyone on the mountain, and for the people he deemed devoid and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his suits of armor, recruiting them into his armies while the outlaw and shamed souls were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the versant, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the metropolis were doing the same.

"Behold the urban center of Wrath, where hoi polloi who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torture everyone else. They are the Sinners. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the fiend, the patch that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a declaration, and they become deathly like the residual of the satanic forces. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner population, this city is their enceinte hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, Selene and Molly were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even fall that far,"mollie pondered.

"It's unfeigned, we are in the planet of pit. However, this is a universe that does not obey the born Laws. This is a realm of religious mysticism and apparition, not science and reason. The Interior of the planet is a unanimous other globe of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the exit of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering obelisk of stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electricity dove into the cloud beside the pit, but there was not a clash, an explosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a pickle in realism itself like a pipe. In the city, the wasted followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take up the metropolis ?"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 crime, not become the masters of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his digit. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a fly stallion appeared, covered in lucky armor.

"Now we shall bring down the wall of this city and persist in our siege on nether region ! Let these Sinners know that their evil ambition and wretched soul stand no chance against the baron of light ! Decimate this bastion of shadow and put these monstrous spirits back in their place ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every reformer climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of confidence and dedication, the Crusader answered the yell and began their complaint. half of the winged entire took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the mountain with their monolithic spring cleavers in hand and their armour shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the tidy sum and gasped as the Crusaders flew and galloped towards the urban center of ire. Leaving their distortion dupe behind, the sinner gathered at the edge of the urban center in the tens of millions and prepared their defense. As wave after wave of glistening fighter aircraft surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the can of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm well-chosen, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the power to slay immorality once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never possess dared of going up against the sin Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the strength and ability to make my dreams come genuine. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her brim against his, while drawing her blade with her dislodge hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and bullet train were launched from the urban center by the one thousand thousand as the Sinners fought with weapon from all across prison term. missile rained down upon Baltoh's ground forces, but could do no damage to the horse or their riders, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such shrimpy attacks. Sprinting down the engross mountain, the mystical entire panted heavily with each footstep but felt no fatigue or loss of strength. Their powerful brawn shook and warped as their hooves struck the priming coat, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their heads like blocks of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolve to dispatch their tormenters, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their assurance and dedication grew in strength. By the sentence they were halfway down the flock, each Crusader was glowing like the synodic month, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the evildoer below.

In one cracking clangor, the reason troops slammed into the line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like Antoine Domino. The Crusaders used the size of their arched blades to gain out and stab and cleave the Sinners as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like twigs. Dead or fatally wounded Sinners turned to ash as the last traces of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the reformist pierced the swarm of evildoer 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 cavalry flew through the air, maneuvering between each daimon as the reformer would reach out and thrash them with their weapon system. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of light, shot from the wings of the horses like the Feather pointer spell. The low-cal energy burned their shape like back breaker, causing them to plump down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the metropolis streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the buildings of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of sticks from undead trees, but they served a purpose former than building stuff. The bulwark, flooring, and ceiling also served as prison for damnably person with their bodies packed inside past the point of being crushed to last or suffocation. Every organic structure had been pierced dozens of sentence by steel rods that served as reinforcements for the buildings like the 2x4s of a theater. The bodies were pressed against side slope of their wicker Cage like nets of piano conducting wire with rip streaming from the cuts that each branch had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in botheration from their distress and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the nous of each soul to key their sins. To those he deemed devoid or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a courtship of armor for them to bond to so that they could join his social status. As raining ray of Energy Department brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the construction and felt sick to his abdomen. The people they were saving were locked in overrefinement devices and undergoing maltreatment that darkened his mind with painful retentivity from before his parturition as the hybrid. The sinner had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a tank stroke through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to fall any closer. He turned to the mechanical freak, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human bones. The Sinners inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the kickoff, it exploded before it could refer him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hired hand into a fist and instantly caused the storage tank to flip into the air and dematerialize, taking the passenger with it to the region of nonexistence. A chorus line of whirl reached his ears and he turned with a small-scale grinning of entertainment as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several crusader on horseback chasing them. The Sinners'bony feet clacked on the sett ground as they ran desperately, unable to escape the social reformer. With brawny swings, the men and women hacked away at the sinner, shattering their systema skeletale like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave firm bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hands at a radical of Demons, she released a right jet of sand that seemed to form out of the air itself. The blast was just as heavy as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the Demons with each metric grain striking with the top executive of a high-caliber bullet. The devil howled in pain sensation as their bodies were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety form streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening roar that shook the burn sky. A great heavyweight lowered itself from the clouds with a organic structure that looked like a mix between a vulture and a Dragon, with jagged feathers, a long neck, a fanged beak, and snake eye. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a Dark Pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to rent out the totally city. Before it could publish the gust, Baltoh snapped his fingers and chain of mountains of 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 fingers once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the beast apart.

Within minute of arc, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the hold up dying screams were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of invidia was in their mess and hearing range. Shrieks, as high as whistles and as low as dying animal'could be heard, sending tingle crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Inferno and his powers. Standing on the shoring of the inky black sea, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the the great unwashed hidden beneath the nebulizer. They were chained to the ocean storey, staring aimlessly with glassy middle and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to live on moving ridge after cold wave slamming into them and the hellish shuttlecock and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their bodies, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could uphold to feel pain sensation. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their casted light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"hoot it, I hated this lieu the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the place where those who let jealousy run their life are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of Wrath, ran the Burning pasture and the urban center of Wrath, Leviathan, Prince of Envy, is in control of this ocean. Here, the greasy water poison their eubstance like battery dot to symbolize how enviousness poisonous substance the judgment and it weighs down on them with crushing major power, just like how their feelings of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the demon and Gargoyles underneath the airfoil, torturing them without intermission. Now the solely things they envy are those that no prospicient exist. This post is catchy, as it has the greatest number of giant and it is difficult to evidence who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the smell in the immediate area to count on out which ones were shamefaced, and which ones were barren. Those that were driven to commit crimes and caused scathe because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe of human nature had their chain of mountains broken so that they could rise to the surface. But even though they were still cognizant and sentient, they floated on their stomach and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another army of winged suits of armour on flying horses to recruit the freed soul and dispatch the atrocious denizen. They galloped across the shift water, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the water with their two-handle leaf blade, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of darkness just below the control surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to absolve prisoners, granting them their power. The clean energy that flowed through the armor healed their harry head and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam deep below the surface to escape the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The evil beasts were filled with terror as the Crusaders and their sawbuck dove below the surface, galloping on the urine as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible stop number, they followed the beasts deeper and deeper into the water supply, slaughtering the obtuse of them as the gap between the mathematical group grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean floor dropped into a pace continental slope, that seemed to dig into the non-white depths of blaze. As the Crusaders chased down the wretched creatures, their weapons and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

oceanic abyss in the shadows, a expectant eye opened.



From the shifting undulation of the sea, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its rima oris was open and full-of-the-moon of jagged teeth, its back was covered in ear, and it was large enough to rupture up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the water system, swallowing respective hundred Crusader in the process. Cricking his neck from incline to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to draw Forth River and publish the free energy without even using his body or a source. The radio beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the back of its mind, destroying one-half of its skull and all of its brains. The dead beast sank below the surface as the bottom-dweller tool immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another capital stir tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of nipper reached out and tried to snatch up the flying reformist. They managed to avert the monolithic nipper as the titan rose to the aerofoil. It was a jumbo lobster with four solidifying of pincers and a shadow like that of a scorpion. A Dark Pulse began to bear down at the end of its cut and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a vellication of his eye, a spinning disk of energy appeared above his head and stab towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's size. The record collided with the Titan's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its stinger, the charging Dark Pulse exploded and ripped the dead torso apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a immense legion of giant began to appear from the darkest deepness of the sea, each resembling a creature from Earth. There were sharks that just had handbill perdition of teeth instead of heads and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with leaf blade of bone, Cancer that had stack blanketed with castles on their shield, brand Pisces the Fishes with serrated barbs that could fire iniquity Pulses from the tip of the blade, and millions of demonic marauder that were individual electric cell of a unity Titan.

As the legions formed, one terminal entity rose up from the profundity. The animal was as expectant as Satan with despicable green skin, an apish body, webbed fingerbreadth with sharp hook, outstretched wings that looked like the hide of toad frog, and a nous that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"genus Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet subject and a smile on her human face."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the giant ? I wouldn't intellect testing my strength against a Scheol Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the same grin."I like this theme. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you desire 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 perdition Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his claw hands, but an explosion rocked against his head and drew his tending back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"genus Selene hollered with skunk wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE buttocks OF MY sea FOR ALL OF ETERNITY !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like pencil eraser and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to dodge the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Falls Art : feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wing at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : immortal Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hired hand, both the sizing of office buildings.

"saint Art : fizgig of portion !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a dash torrent of blades of golden light with each balance beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"genus Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her palm tree.

"Celestial Art : crystallization Ice Ray !"rosemary cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the sky-blue beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of tweed Flames !"Molly yelled, raising her munition above her fountainhead and releasing a bend and twisting geyser of chopper flames and surged towards Leviathan with sufficiency heat to burn diamond.

Combined with the flak of the other Archangels, the vast cascade of techniques slammed into Leviathan like a dozen riot punch, knocking him back and drawing forth a howling of pain, but causing no visible equipment casualty to his body. Stepping out of the cloud of smoke, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his typeface like a swarm of frog tongues. As they shot forward, fanged sassing opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as well-situated as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"fountainhead it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"Come on boys, there is no way we'll beat him from a space. We're going to possess to get up close and deliver some real damage,"Rosmarinus officinalis said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our asses ! He'll never let us go it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her wing and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and plunge into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to evidence you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only someone in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : Animal land military blockade !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the sea, a marvelous thing began to take place. Matter was forming from pure energy and rearranging itself into specific compound and corpuscle. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and aminic dot, and they in turn joined together to create cells. Jehovah could work Archangels, Tenebrous could create ogre and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their comer, eagles, war hawk, and falcons, all enceinte than Titans and each with greater vehemence and intensity level, swooped down to begin their battle. Every feathering on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no fearfulness, the birds of fair game obeyed the will of their Almighty and attacked the Titans, snatching them right out of the water with their long talons. The omega ogre desperately attacked the birds with Dark pulse and other spells, but their techniques had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their plume were acting as energy vector that cloaked them in a protective atmosphere, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their nipper tearing through shape and bone with ease, the birds threw their prey into the air and finished the Lord behemoth off with their wings, cutting through the daimon'physical structure with their feather harder and sharper than katanas. parentage and butchered soundbox parts rained down as the Titans were chopped to pieces, completely helpless against the superior creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating More creatures in which to kill the Titans with. Sea ophidian, miles long with bodies so large that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the deepness with prosperous roars. Each snake had glassy contraband physical structure, decorated with formula of glowing yellow lines. The backbone of their brain were guarded with mats of osseous tissue stiletto heel their centre glowed with mightiness. With savage roars, the serpents dive down into sea, gobbling up every titan that came close to their jaws. With powerful bite, they crushed the organic structure of the daimon like groundnut cuticle and swallowed them whole, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, tons of the behemoth all turned to Baltoh and released their darkness pulse at once, trying to deal him out in the hope that his creations would die with him. The blasts washed over Baltoh like a flood tide but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped buckler that stood whether he willed it or not. As the blasts shrank and split into their endure flick beading of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his workforce together, this fourth dimension with his fingers interlocked."Celestial Art : Maker timber Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titans like the tentacles of the calamari that filled their social station. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the wood like beast caught in hardened concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to break costless of their wooden prison house, but even with all the strength in their bodies, the wood held hard and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the tree infused with Brobdingnagian amount of money of lightness muscularity to undermine the toxic presence of the undead creature in their grip, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the tree diagram were digesting them as the ocean level was colonized.

With town-sized hiss attacking from above, sea serpent almost as big as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing tree bursting from the background like ear from a pinhead sand trap, the Titan had no way to break loose their carnage.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the remainder of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming brand drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast snow flurry of slice. Butchered pieces of form were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their steel. They all had confident grinning on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a underworld Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a vociferation of determination, genus Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic battery of lick and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of blimp. Even without using any kind of speed-enhancing while, she was moving faster than the homo eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, mollie was launching blades of air current from her chopper, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an atomic explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her unharmed. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into self-colored ice. With a smile, Molly released a raw flare-up of exponent from every inch of her consistence, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into art object. Having been rescued, molly looked down at rosemary, who had a lens of ice energy hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, mollie blew a buss to her lesbian concubine and rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and middle finger in figurehead of her face.

Their toying was cut short as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her spell."Celestial Art : nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heat and deadly amount of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer layers of their flesh were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic salvo of energy. Materializing her cleaver, Rosemary threw the weapon with all of her posture, sending it flying through the air like a throwing stick and causing the burned tentacles to burst forth into dust.

Several loud howl echoed from behind her as a mathematical group of tentacles tried a surprisal attack. Clapping her hands together, Rosemary cast her next piece."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fire streaming from the edge and forming a spellbinding poop, her spinning cleaver returned and shoot down past her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flame strike.

"Rosemary, follow on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's huge swinging arms. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their end and was done playing. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the webby mat of lop tentacles."ogre Art : Apocalypse eruption !"he roared, casting the same spell that Beelzebub had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone movement !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, Molly, Rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to escape from the attack but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson beam of energy was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial jiffy and the Archangels caught within the ray were instantly dematerialized as every speck in their trunk was converted to pure energy. The beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of ire and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the infernal region can we possibly compete with that ?"Raffaello Santi cursed as he got to his feet, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, trees that could criticize aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a vertical ring around him with monolithic ramification grabbing his branch, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man vignette. A horizontal pack then formed from the erect halo, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the battlefront of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a arm from the backbone grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can arrest me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse clap.

"This isn't a real prison, consider it more as a cradle for my future cosmos. Celestial Art : forest Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hands together.

As the domain of crimson push charged between his jaws, a leafy branch salvo from the back of Leviathan's pharynx and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the arm, the Hell Prince screamed in pain as more outgrowth began to collapse out of his flesh, forming massive trees in a matter of second gear. Throughout his body, unstoppable branches were shredding his musculus, crushing his vena, and tearing through his variety meat as they looked for the pure places to propagate out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to forfend his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing piece and reached out with a freshly inundation of biting tentacles, but before they could even come near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to produce and thrive, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his energy. By the time the spell was pure, his offstage had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his bone were serving as the handles for unnumbered massive Tree, almost every heftiness and organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeletal system remained intact. The Prince of envy had been killed, and in his destruction he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his devotee and ally."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah tinker's dam it, there is no way that he is going to let us go this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting ten-spot of millions of new Crusader while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the early side and reached the following surface area of Hell ; a desert of calamitous sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his chemical group stood at the sharpness of the expansive desert.

genus Selene's eye widened."This is the lieu where you were born ? Where you first came into creation as a devil ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet-black sand dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my integral life here slaying fiend upon their parentage. This barren landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hell Prince Prince of Darkness, the number 1 demon that was originally a fallen garden angelica, having been cast out of heaven when he staged a coup against Creator. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of pridefulness are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the Demons, serving as a oeuvre force for building monuments and also as concubine. This desert serves a very unique purpose beyond just being a circle in Hell for which to punish the goddamned, as it also serves as the birthplace and nursery for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness of human person that can no longer endure the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"mollie asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."Free the innocent and slaughter the Demons, the pure way to spend and afternoon."



A never-ending army of towers and repository stood among the black sand dune like tombstones in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ashes of crumbled skeletons compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a woods that endured the strike of a nuclear bomb calorimeter. In the background, a vast lake of swirling flak stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet frump, having been created by the choler and malice humans on Earth.

Underneath the combustion sky, vast blocks of this Stone were quarried from peck and under the backbone by the slave of Hell ; men, cleaning woman, and nipper, all with rags for clothes, haggard soundbox, and iron masks that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in painful sensation as they worked, the hard worker moved the van-sized blocks of stone to the monuments being built, all while their Demon headmaster barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like marauder on a clean carcase. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to scream as the chassis was pealed from their bones. woman and daughter were raped to death and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few minute of arc, the butchered corpse of the slave would renew and the goddamned someone would come up back to life sentence, only to be put to function once again. From the zillion upon millions of meaningless statues, Pyramid, and synagogue standing in the sands, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the cockcrow of man. But now, it was going to switch. Having crossed various hundred mile of desert and fought through the fauna of pit, the followers of Baltoh had come to the terminal stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a fiend posing in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to pull out faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The Demon's roar jumped in volume as the sled came to a sudden stop and did not motivate, no matter how severe she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pallid as she laid middle on Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the daemon cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even snap back, the Demon's arm and head were sliced off by surprisal fire by mollie, who delivered the lethal nose candy with a knock-down cut of her archway blade. The monster only had enough clock time to give a single dying sidesplitter before the top of her skull was sliced off.

audience the outcry of their sis, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their header in alertness and cursed as the social reformer came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the solid ground. With their whip in one hand and weapons in the former, the Demons leapt into activeness with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, archangel, and Valkyries slaughtered the Demons by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monument, creating more causa of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of curse. So calm down that he might as well have been taking a stroll through the parting, he annihilated every Demon that came close without the thin movement or thought.

Above his head, Selene and the others were decimating the strength of darkness with spell after spell, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force 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 infant Demons would claw their way up from underground, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hour had passed since the engagement began when the signaling roars were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the infernal region Prince of pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became quiet, bring through for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were to a greater extent hollo radiating from the backdrop, thick with baron and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"genus Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of overrefinement. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay equanimity ; after everything you have seen, you know he can palm it,'genus Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the big businessman of the Master of torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a expression of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the skipper of straining are not as uncommon and few in number as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own Titan steed. He must have created them himself or used his powers to forcefully bond the inwardness of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the alloy plates on the rear of his finger and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to suppress her concern. Baltoh inclined his head as he tried to read their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their big businessman into a individual burst, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's panting was heavy as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal amount of energy, but her intellect was just ineffective to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of distressfulness in his voice. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet receptive and a flavour of great trouble and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even someone like you to withstand such and attack ? Can you win this conflict ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the forthcoming clash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the priming. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more faith in me than anyone else in cosmos. What does your faith tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"goodness. Now don't vexation about me, just sound off back and look out the show. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one end candy kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retirement ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take tutelage of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

molly gained a spacious smile of excitement, eager to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! master copy Baltoh is going to fight down !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to persist and see the clash, Baltoh's rescript were obeyed and a good retirement was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the help of spells from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the social reformer zipped across almost half of a G miles of desert in a 2d and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"saint Art : Heavenly survey,"Michael cast, holding up his hired man. Like a massive picture show CRT screen, a sail made of virtuous light appeared in the sky above the crowd of one thousand thousand with a real-time aspect of Baltoh at the battleground. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black swarm splash in the distance.

Everyone covered their auricle as a deafening holloa rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the aloofness that had been traveled. Covering their ears, everyone looked up at the blind as the Masters of Torture arrived, riding on the binding of heavyweight as they escorted the Hell Prince of superbia. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able-bodied to easily kill a Titan with a I swat of his hand and destroy a mountain with a sweep oar of his tail.

Satan was built differently from the former Hell Princes so far encountered, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic build and form to it, and instead of one point, he had seven. The seven mechanical man heads each stood at the end of a farsighted powerful neck, with each top dog lacking oculus or a nose but instead having pointed ears and shark-like teeth. Six of the psyche each had a saddle horn protruding from the top of their head with a cap looped around it like a hoop, but the seventh promontory had four of each. Lucifer's wholly body had a much more repel appearance the other nether region Princes ’, for instead of plate or haircloth, his pulp consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and night like a sunburn wound that had completely pealed away the anatomy and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed tail swishing from English to side with upheaval and his wings keeping him aloft without a exclusive flap, Beelzebub looked at Baltoh without any centre and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist riposte. You, you have always been a sticker in my side and the hitch in the growth of my armies. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you bound to ground 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 Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Prince of Darkness just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their property and ended their wretched liveliness once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could own killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and rules over the Demons and the schoolmaster of Torture ! In the membership of Hell, only the almighty Lord Tenebrous has swell power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more nether region Princes with a duck soup of his fingers ! You're in our worldly concern traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the captain of Torture and Titans around and behind lucifer. This only drew another laugh from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of Shangri-la, I learned to be conservative and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in opposite directions, each spitting out a repulsion obelisk like a projectile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The one-seventh head looked straight up and opened its jaws, and six triangular dagger reached out of the back of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a welkin of dark hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF Hell, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six repulsion Obelisks all caused the power of Lucifer and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their brand, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their energy straight towards the sphere of darkness above his 7th oral sex, while channeling the big businessman of their Titan mounts through their own bodies. With the ability of a hundred Masters of torment and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their strength multiplied by the repulsion dagger, Lucifer's vigour level more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a look of surprise as he felt the Hell Prince's exponent level skyrocket without any sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Devil could very well acquire the Throne of hell on earth through such a muscular combination.

At the beach of the Sea of invidia, everyone struggled to breath and persist on their feet as Lucifer's office levels weighed down upon them like an entire sea. Finally, a expectant eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed headliner for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was storm, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, Lucifer opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Book of Revelation outbreak, several times more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This prison term, the natural force out theater that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to keep the clap at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the cover of his handwriting, hovering in that same point with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the powerfulness truly worlds apart from Beelzebub and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so a great deal power with just one of his psyche was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven heads together to make and pull strings the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Lucifer's throat met his view, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the gust. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly secure distance but was forced to teleport again as one of match's heads reached out and tried to catch him. Keeping his space, Baltoh reappeared at the bound of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as knock-down as a meteor impingement. Lucifer was thrown back with rippling traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a undivided popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his top dog and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the just thing that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Lucifer shot out his lingua like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh truehearted than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in chassis, covering itself in leaf blade of osseous tissue. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an inconspicuous vane of vertical free energy, slicing the member in half down the centre. Undeterred by the hurt, the two halves of the tongue went in diametrical directions and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the schism dowry of the glossa. Devil showed no signs of feeling any painful sensation, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the sever lingua. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to take hold of him and reappeared to the side, 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 pain,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his deal."supernal Art : Star Birth."

A small sphere of influence of red Light shot from the tip of his finger's breadth, flying over to Lucifer and entering his pestering head. In a deafening holla and a blinding flash, the head was ripped apart by a miniature atomic explosion. Lucifer roared in excruciation from the end of his promontory, but within seconds, the singed frame could be seen quivering and regenerated as the head was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timber prison,"Baltoh cast, clasping his hands together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal Tree burst out of the ground beside daystar and began growing at a phenomenal charge per unit, forming a ring around the Hell Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his limbs, fender, and heads. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was so heavy that it had more than three meter the flora biomass as the Amazon River jungle.

With a holloa, Lucifer opened up his next head and vomited up a waterfall of blackened sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The ooze poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the wood to work grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in annoyance and Lucifer opened the jaws of his one-fourth head.

"Demon Art : extinguishing Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a auto gun.

These totems were different from the Horror obelisk and Inferno Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty feet in tallness, surrounded on all four sides by man skeletons frozen in a look of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most powerful nuclear burst with their blend power. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a look of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of Envy, everyone was watching the scene with looks of awe and care, waiting for their Deliverer to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and utter halt as every atom within its circumference sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to be active. All the expanding gas and dust in the blowup were literally frozen in prison term. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the detonation suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the background like a duster with the sudden loss of the air current, having been drained of all momentum and get-up-and-go. Everyone on the coast looked at the sieve raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transformation, summoning, poisonous Zen, and energy clap. If my theory is chasten, the cobbler's last two brain each have their own unique power.'

"daemon Art : shadow nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his 5th head.

Shimmering like a holograph, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of straining and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all former skunk. He couldn't hear him, smell him, experience his free energy, or otherwise find any vestige of his energy throughout Hell, Cinereo, or promised land. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this power is definitely his doing. Only another god could produce a power to block my senses…"

"right you are !"Prince of Darkness howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a hulk catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in horror, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica all had positive smile, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a sad attack.

"Celestial Art : linguistic universal Plague !"Baltoh called out from within lucifer's mouth.

A minute after the declaration of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in annoyance. Everyone watching the cover of light back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained smile of relief and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his fifth oral sex wildly as his teeth and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a honey oil moss-like fabric. It was a zoophagous virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly inviolable appetence for Demon flesh and monster energy. With all the exponent in Lucifer's torso, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a foresighted dagger-like blade of red and black steel and used it so sever the infected heading before the virus could unfold. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals tone with which it cuts, a very W. C. Handy power when fighting Demons and Archangels. But I should admonish you now, that leaf blade will take no More affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the full point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of frustration, Lucifer cast a spell of healing to repair his pass and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a ring and each looking in the substance, a orbit of red and total darkness Energy began to form, rumbling with imbalance. The Masters of Torture and Titans were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of energy they had into Lucifer while he charged the firmament. After only a few seconds, it was in a totally former league from the Apocalypse Eruption, great enough to possibly rip a hole between proportion or cause the prostration of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your rickety attempts to harm me. It is meter that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the sphere reached critical mass.

"Please, the most powerful Inferno Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacterium. admit me to show you the true tycoon of a god. Celestial Art : Galactic Judgment. supernal Art : Universal carver,"he said with a abstruse haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of thoroughgoing black matter materialized, as large as a slew and more ominous than the talent scout of an come on U. S. Army. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or skipper of Torture, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even match was filled with unparalleled awe and fear. It was a inglorious maw ; a literal orb of matter so thick and ponderous that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human understanding. It was a beacon, the end of all ground and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the complete and total end of the satellite from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the linguistic universal sculptor tour to shape the laws of physics themselves, allowing him to transfer or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would support on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black muddle's gravitational pull to spill out in a small controlled release.

In a roar so loud that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every grain of sand within the total darkness desert and every drop of the liquid state flames in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of sand from every 1 human spirit that crumbled away within the sand dune from all across time was pulled into the duskiness and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in dashing hopes as a swarm of surging black gumption blocked his or her survey like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the magnate of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the military capability to tramp shields stiff enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty mo in which cipher moved, the last grains of moxie and drop cloth of liquid fervency were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were monolithic temples and Lord's table, adorned with bronze statues of backer and Archangels. Radiating from the temples like rippling in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with amphitheater, assembly, dramatics, and rows of home from hall to huts. It was an entire web of cities.

"red cent it, I can't motility,"Beelzebub cursed, barely able-bodied to verbalise. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every master key of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, learn the truthful difference between our force and let regret be the final exam emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep classical vocalisation as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the total darkness trap shattered into tens of trillion of marbles, all made from the super-dense cloth. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the wits across the sky, holding them above the field with each weighing as much as a entirely star. With the constabulary of physics altered, Baltoh released the swarm of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like undestroyable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercy, piercing the hell on earth Prince and each Demon uncountable clock time, each experiencing an execution like twenty dollar bill loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

match, the sea captain of anguish, and the Titans didn't even have meter to hollo as their consistency were pierce ten-spot of one thousand thousand of times, each filled with more muddle than a sweetheart sponge. From the speed and force of the falling marbles, aerosolized daemon blood filled the air and flesh, muscle, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon middleman with the dry land, a huge dust cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the ground, basic principle, and sempiternal layers of stone, using only their weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a exclusive tincture of Baltoh's foeman could be found. In place of the field, a monolithic pit had been carved into hell on earth, deepening every back as the blanket of black golf hole marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous applause upon the return of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the snake pit Prince and a small U. S. Army of Titan-level devil. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like tyke on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as potential ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis pounced on him as if heroic to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"Molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how sinewy Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this stead ?"Selene asked, looking around at the web of Rome-like cities scattered across the city. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These metropolis are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the jurisdiction and ascendency of YHWH and Heaven. The holy person and garden angelica lived here while they worked, punishing the sinner that were cast into this region for their crimes. Originally, there were hundreds of these urban center scattered across Hades, like the forts that dotted the roman border paries that served as belittled Ithiel Town for soldiers. These resolution were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the Throne of snake pit and took it over, turning it into a land of Demons."

"fountainhead master, with the Ash plain and the Lake of ardor destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his great power to increase the world power of his phonation so that everyone would hear him. The armored following all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next decree from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reform Hell in the gens of light and justness. However, you can not watch me past this gunpoint, as my adjacent finish is the Dunes of Sloth. You are all to turn back to the Sea of Envy, the metropolis of Wrath, the Burning pasture and the rest period of the Ash Fields, and continue freeing innocent souls. I know the adjacent circle very well, and think me when I say that it is better if I bring as few people as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of Hell, the area we've actually covered and the bit of innocent souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this satellite. There is still a lot of oeuvre to be done in the arena we've crossed. If you truly wish to assist me in my journeying, you will do as I say."

Cursing in letdown and frustration, the loyal Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a second sweep of the crossed 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 house and buildings as he sampled the mazed culture. Selene, molly, rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the sole ones with him, the rest of the garden angelica having left with the reformer to help fight any colossus of master of torment that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to figure out his rightful abstract thought for sending away the forsake ground forces. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an holy person statue made of Hellsilver, several times older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, you should all be paying more attention to your surroundings. After all, wayward to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the sometime habitation of your forerunner. world is far previous than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the side by side desert and hold back going through infernal region ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those laws that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them control condition motion through Hades ; you can only move from one circle by crossing through the others between you and your goal. Basically, as far as crossing over through the proportion with backer powers go, you can only skip over back and Forth between different areas of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enrol the pits and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the Dunes of Sloth have even more linguistic rule ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping farsighted distances, and no super-speed. The but way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the entire circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his feet hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't take the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on metrical foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the side of the building, taking a bit to decipher the unknown accent of Enochian.

"The Dunes of laziness have another figure, they are known as the Desert of the doomed. It's a shifting sea of sand that can obliterate and reveal anything at any time. It also causes delusion. If we took our regular army in there, we would be lucky to come out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very singular assortment of horizontal surface of sin, in that the Hell Prince is the earth itself. Belphegor, the snake pit Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the lost, meaning that entering the domain basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his intellect moves far to slowly to organize thoughts, but his energy and oppressive being are still racy and powerful. The Demon and Gargoyle population in the desert is impossible to measure, as they can be swallowed by the grit and buried for hundred before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a minuscule cavern out bedroom, gazing with almost a sad looking at on his face. The bulwark were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, dagger, and flint-lock side arm, to rings, flaskful and watches, all ranging across time on Earth and each decade of yard of Hell years old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the endocarp. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were strips of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A mound was strung up across the sleeping room, made from trees from the isle of the Damned. The undermine ingress looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering hatful spire in the very fringe of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your abode ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew fag of struggle, I would come here to log Z's. I picked this cave because the Dunes of slothfulness are the survive place anyone would presume spirit for me. Even master copy of twisting and colossus are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close decent to the Desert of Pride so that I can incur 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 digit through the strips of textile hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old pouch sentinel from one of the shelf carved into the paries. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of George Sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful woman. The glass face of the sentry was so nebulous and scratched that the hands and phone number were inconspicuous and the picture was faded to such extent that genus Selene couldn't even form out the woman's hairsbreadth color. The adult female looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal property. Or to be Thomas More accurate, they are the belonging of the people that I am made of. When citizenry come to hell on earth, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their death. Knights, soldiers, copper, executioners, fathers, sons, brothers… Their combined hard liquor and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of perdition for their belongings, trying to read who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop Demon massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hummock, making it creek.

"shit, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flow of time in netherworld, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and find this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branches of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to make and flashing back to each individual part.

Selene had a fond smile on her font, getting a unique atonement at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"seed on child, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With concatenation linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chances, he refused to gamble losing anyone to the sands. The going was far slower than anyone had expected. Marching across sandlike dunes is difficult, but unlike the dunes back on Earth, the towering hills of guts did not stay put still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like waving on the choppy sea, meaning that walking a directly line and staying balanced was unimaginable. Everyone gave the mental rules of order for their armor to melt, greatly lightening their weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a damn challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a taste of sand.

"What the the pits happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his whole trunk shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the ground becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending prescript that not even I may give way. I can't even contrive a spell because it will immediately melt and re-emerge in the space around the planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a melanize muddle like I did before, it would look in infinite above the Isle of the Damned and near in all likelihood devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of water in his hand, only for it to disappear in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient and don't let your resolve to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will glide by through this desert without any trouble. Don't vexation, I may not be able to range any charm, but I am more than than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, sentence flexure in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the vertebral column of a Sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a immense loading ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the sea floor, the receding dune had lowered the sand point and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of the great unwashed, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of miserable agony on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for assist. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the former people in Hell. The Desert of the doomed helot as the prison house for four form of sinners ; suicide victims that denied themselves life story itself and wallowed in their pain, lazy worthless sponge that helped no one, Sir Noel Pierce Coward that allowed criminal offense and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their lives to one thing and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is simple : they denied themselves the earth and chose to live on in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their hurting from life history in an sempiternal cycle while their intellect are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning magnate of Belphegor.

self-annihilation victim and people who brought forth their own miserableness and sadness into their minds are played their lives over and over again beneath the grit, sloth and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were awake or stood by and allowed disaster to take place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in lifespan and turned away from the world lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the while, Belphegor floods their minds and souls with miserableness, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite word of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly con game my eye when I think about it. But we will not be able to aid any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and remove him from power, so we must preserve onward.

Everyone be careful, as your thinker may very well suit your worst opposition out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immensurable amount of money of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got well-heeled. More time was spent waiting for a dune to pass beneath their metrical foot than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power seeping into their minds, causing each of them to get nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiousness and traumatic flashbacks.

In the rachis, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with disgrace, anger, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his swan enemy, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to snake pit, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to pop him, but the bastard was always stronger than him, wiping the trading floor with the Angelica Archangelica in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The sole thing heavy than his hate was his shame, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor advance so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to smudge and his auditory modality became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, 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 inwardness. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both brightness and darkness as well as the power of the macrocosm proved that there was a point of churchman power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the cities that stood in the former Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his precursor when perdition was different. He had always been told that Jahvey created Heaven, sin, and Earth and brought forward life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of match king to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal Hades from the Angels themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he produce feel like Jehovah and Tenebrous could make Archangels and Demons, but he could create existent life, giving entities two life-time times in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and daemon ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these interrogation, Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin began to cling to his hide and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in stone with tone of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rasping 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 have damage. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their human foot and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his question 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 live this journey through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen U. S. Army of Crusader rise up and free the sinless somebody of Hell, and he had seen the inconceivable become green. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the bod, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its wickedness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the beast, trying to face the god of iniquity while literally walking through his not bad advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this prosperous. All he has to do is snap his finger's breadth and create an ground forces of Scheol Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fight in an inescapable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should have come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely unaware of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line of business was Molly, who felt so queasy that she almost expected to throw up. While she walked, her mind had begun to swan, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to look into. Memories of her straining and death at the hands of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on white fabric. She had shed her person body and had one that held no cicatrice of her torture, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel dead body, and she had even been familiar and found love, yet she could not sway away a sickening touch like it had just happened.

‘ What the pit is wrong with me ? Why do I palpate this way ? I'm supposed to sustain moved on, but it all feel so fresh and recent. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by genus Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those fiend, and right after I die, the world-class thing I do to make out with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm nothing but a do-or-die fancy woman, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and natural depression as her thinker began replaying her torment in vivid point over and over again, all while her soundbox 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 heart glowing, the empire of Sinners roared and managed to unloosen his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tides. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the mountain chain and walk in front of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to strike through the dunes while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a cold rock in her dresser, yet doubt and despair was pumping through her venous blood vessel. Not too long ago, she had been insinuate with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic bond of sexual love, she gave into her trench, drab, disgraceful desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a do-or-die crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would own allowed a mathematical group of alien to gang bang her on his tenuous whim. Then, after that Julian Bond was made, he reduced her to one of his doxy, using her as just an ingredient in an binge, where she threw herself and obeyed the womanhood she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too eager and bequeath to change it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each tone she took, these twisted lie were repeated in her nous. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how hard she tried to shake it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the future. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more stray. What would their kinship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their smell for each former, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life ? Had the openness she felt for debauchery and letting him love former women been her subconscious trying to distinguish her that the way she felt wasn't tangible ? That their love was null to a greater extent than sex wrapped in a thin veil of simulated emotions ? Even if their erotic love was solid, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to think that God loved humans and loved his archangel, but after listening to Baltoh and auditory modality that God couldn't precaution less and didn't trouble to get involved, she couldn't supporter but question if that was the same fate she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an Lord deity. What hope did she have of being capable to keep the interest of mortal who could shape the existence itself ? How could she save the attention of someone who could create life-time and change reality ? With such a huge difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their erotic love, or would this be like a teenage girl trying to defend a human relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these query over and over, her body was flooded with despair. She was so terrorise of the expectation of the end of their relationship that her wholly consistency was trembling and she could not keep tears from running down her cheeks. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to touch him, as if to figure out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my life. You're the simply man I've ever loved ; you've shown me Sir Thomas More and made me felicitous than I ever dreamed. My entire world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my beloved for you. If we drift apart, then goose egg will ever work me glad again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able to end myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden closure. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to talk."Michael, while our powers may not give birth been equalise, you were my contender and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the truth and I'm glad we can finally be friends, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could ingest been like pal. I have always regretted that he had to be foeman instead of allies.

Raffaello Sanzio, even if your faith is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the world, shape your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is fictive, your foreign mission, your duty, and your identity are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my ticker. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where avowedly strength comes from ; firmness and confidence.

mollie, you are far hard than you give yourself credit entry. It is unheard of for an angel to recover from scars in aliveness as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the physical body of intimacy, as that only means you were too warm to let your decease slow you down and ruin your future tense. 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 happy for the hamper we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would satisfy you. You are of import to me, and I will always keep you in my warmness and love you. I love you, Rosmarinus officinalis. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those Christian Bible, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm grinning."Even with my godly powers, there is no way for me to properly verbalise how much I love you and how I always will. I could make every star in the existence and write a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still debate it a failure to show you depth of my love. I could create a planet with liveliness, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to evolve until it is able to make a sound so beautiful that I would use it to realize a philharmonic to try and let you know how glad you make me, but it would never be effective enough. genus Selene, I love you with all my bosom, the heart that I have only because of you."

The business leader of his watchword instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the Lost. The three garden angelica all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulder so great that they couldn't remember the last meter ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's dope returned to their original sharpness and the slow-forming membranes of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio crumbled into Sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her knee, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weighting of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of slothfulness and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our minds the unhurt time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his cowl like an fauna in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to 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 spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's word of honor, everyone followed him with renewed vigour. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be OK. With Baltoh leading them, they could not die. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more hidden dangers and secrets beneath the sands. sand dune would roll aside to reveal cocooned John Barleycorn with verbal expression of agony, demon and Bleaks that would surface for only a s and try to round before just being swallowed back up by the Baroness Dudevant. On their journey, they even encountered rover of the desert.

The damned someone were few and far between, but they all had interchangeable rags for clothes that covered their bodies and almost all carried some kind of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost 1. These are the soul who wasted their life-time in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all skunk, and because of it, they are often the first unity to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this breaker point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into debris. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are nil but ghosts in their cosmos,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in rag to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a swarm of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin and detritus was moving towards them and growing in size of it and elevation.

"shucks it, that is really going to slow down us down."



Forsaking easy movement for protection, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armored forms, using the wooing to go on the wind and Sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the malarky as they tried to take the air through the splashing waves of grit had now brought it to a crawling. Even Baltoh had to shield his eyes and face from the sand, ineffective to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to recreate by tenebrous'rules while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of acedia. profile was almost nonexistent and keeping truelove footing was side by side to impossible. In just a few bit, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy world, only with the Sir Ernst Boris Chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to cypher out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in revulsion. A sand dune, as tumid as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal wafture and blocking the wind.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted again, present moment before the dune fell and enveloped them.

being tossed through the tide like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the concatenation for costly life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this violent 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 ran cold as he sensed a very sullen presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first fourth dimension since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his pump, as the chain around his waist suddenly became drop-off. The concatenation had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the gumption, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with scourge radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever powerfulness he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the gumption around him disappeared and he fell into open distance, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his eyes widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as lineage with everything from champion to major planet, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, colossus, and Masters of anguish. Compared to this galaxy, the population in Hell was little more than a petite tongue of the universe, like comparing a small bacteria culture to all the liveliness on land. Even though it was an literal galaxy, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and go to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light atom look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the marrow of the wandflower, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the universe in seconds, he came to the absolute affection of the galaxy ; a fervid whirlpool as wide in diam as an integral solar system, and hovering over the snapper was a black throne, made from human being and demon bones. Sitting in it was a grotesque being, the King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat similar build to all Demons, but was mostly unique. Instead of grayish black, his skin was a inscrutable bloody red and he was far more than mesomorphic than any Demon or Gargoyle, with pitch-black stiletto heel running up his legs and forearms. He had three sets of trump, two like a goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his take down jaw, two like a shit's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old horns, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of wing, he had a mantle that grew out of his lower spine and reached upwards past his question with five bony ridgeline keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm tree of a vast webbed deal. His eye were jet-black with fervent flag, he had slit-like anterior naris instead of a mechanical man nose, and his abnormally large lower jaw had three spike-like tusk protruding from his Kuki. He stood at about eight foot in elevation, practically a rodent or worm when compared to the Titans or Hell Princes, but his tycoon was truly inexplicable to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day tenacious than you could possibly conceive of, the day in which I would finally struggle individual as knock-down as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His words literally carried so very much weight that anyone of garden angelica stratum or lour would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrific stood up, holding his arms out to his sides."Behold ! The US Army of pit, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your exponent, I will disembark from snake pit and use this galaxy of following to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my friend ?"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 bring to me so that we could press this battle once and for all. Your friends are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to last, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and black metal, the Saami variety of metal that Old Nick's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate fight begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a solidus chop shot to the cervix.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John Roy Major letdown if you think you can fight me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the monster laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a smart flash as their blade met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the brightness level receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each early and thirty feet of space between them. Almost the intact blade of Tenebrous'steel was gone and the Demon King had a Brobdingnagian cut going through his bureau, carving through the go away incline of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and light bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a Major letdown if you think I would fight you with a steel of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the matter of a blackened hole and has the same compactness and weight of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic horizontal surface. For the transient minute, it is able to take up light itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any Defense Department weaker than itself. Now, draw your genuine steel and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the lawful fiend King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very skilful, Baltoh, very adept. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and face you ; no illusions, no Laws, just raw power."Appearing in his handwriting, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of distill hellfire, almost like the contract fire of a star."Now let the battle of the idol truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and mesh swords.



Selene's bright green eyes opened and she groaned in soreness, feeling like a shoe 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 substance. While her whole dead body ached, she managed to lift her manus and wipe off about of the ooze. Blinking to clear her vision, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some kind of carven with the walls, floor, and ceiling made of slimy flesh. She looked down both steering of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her gas-tight armor as she realized that her whole consistency was covered in the mucus-like muck of the overweight cave. However, her hair's-breadth was hanging out of the dorsum of her helm and it had turned to rope from the gunk. Trying to remain on her feet, she raised her Energy Department horizontal surface, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its master shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her interpreter echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some remainder through the phone of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a wisplike phonation murmured, making her leap. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the root of the voice.

"In here…"the vox whispered as a small tremor shook of the folds of the paries.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the congregation, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were busy peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt feeling on his font and blood oozing from his wound that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of gula, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to hold up suffer until the end of time inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you pitiable man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to deplume him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail main and tried to pull him free of the sarcoid prison, but his arm almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the speech sound of his arm breakage like a branchlet."Oh shit, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't affair, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand age, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my trunk get peeled away by those tiny germ and the strength pulled from my body by Baal. There is cipher that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't concern, you'll be discharge soon. My boyfriend is going to stamp out Tenebrous and release all the devoid souls. But I need to know, have you seen anyone in here with armour like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was T. H. White. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Angelica Archangelica. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the heavy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her business leader floor raised to light up her path, knowing that there could be danger around every nook. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The wall around her were filled with former gourmandizer, all locked within the wet folds and in different stages of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the trading floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the shadow like a geyser was a swarm of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : spit Of White Flames !"she shouted before pointing her hired man down into the pit and launching a deluge of attack almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a grin as she listened the screams and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the price she had caused. While not even ash remained from the sponge, the interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a single burn mark mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing bellow and sudden closing of the walls countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine spear, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to catch her once it reached her posture. All the masses trapped in the sheepfold of the wall moaned in pain from the sudden drive. Hoping for dissimilar resultant, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her oculus from the light, she fired a massive beam of electricity, hoping to botch up the tunnel back open. The culmination tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it completely like starving man stuffing his aspect. No damage had been done ; her attack was a loser. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with ardor, sliding down it like a child in a slideway. After falling a c feet, she was tossed out into a new sleeping accommodation and on a savings bank along the side of a pocket billiards of gastric pane, as large as a pond. With the audio of bowel movement echoing from the scape behind her, Selene cursed and jump off across the green bubbling pool.

hiss as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armour with the wet tissue layer of acid that covered them. With whiplashing f number, they pulled genus Selene down into the consortium and the gastric acid consumed her. Beneath the control surface, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer stratum and her hair had already been disintegrated.

Drawing Forth River her blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a enceinte flapping of her extension, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the former side with her armor now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and throw away a healing tour."Celestial Art : Time replenish !"

Through a little kind of time alteration, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its pilot state, and even regrow her onyx tomentum. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the Angel used in clip of dispossession.

A loud scuttling speech sound drew her aid and she raised her head with a expletive. Crawling out of the folding of the fleshy wall were one thousand million of the louse and spidery parasite that Selene had seen before, all ravening and bold.

"holy person Art : Holy burning !"
Shining brighter than a microscope stage luminousness, a deluge of halcyon flames surged down from the next corridor, forcing Selene to address her eyes and shield herself with her wings. The holy flames filled the chamber like a flood, incinerating the sponge but leaving genus Selene unhurt. As the skunk cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"shucks, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any companion faces, trust me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and reorganise with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be light. Baal's body is basically one elephantine network of stomachs and the interiors are almost completely immune to damage. My trance and sword just skid off the likes of oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to find a real going, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, turgid than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth roll of tobacco and pure molten gold instead of magma. castle and dungeons had been built into the side of the volcano with anathemise souls streaming in and out, either going in to encounter their punishment or coming out with amber bricks tied to their physical structure with barbed conducting wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely proceed and lacerating their flesh. For over a one hundred miles, the land surrounding the vent was overflowing with peck of personal self-possession, taken from those condemned to the roach of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old dwelling, the artifact stretched from across clip, including objects such as Persian coins, silver jewellery, and bricks of dollar bills. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of pits, leading to the veins of molten gold beneath the land. There, the goddamned souls would thrash about their glistening weights back into the fire and march back to the good deal to call back it in a satisfying form so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pits was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this world, there were four kind of punishments : you either carried the Au to the pitfall where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed wire cut through your muscles like a hot knife through butter, you would confinement in the volcano to wee the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for pulp to run off the bones, you were thrown down into the infernal region where you were boiled in molten Au with your body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the stack of trinkets or precious metals, forever feeling your bones shatter and your pipe organ collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

Molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean certain last if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was little probability for survival against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"molly asked, looking around to make indisputable that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the goddamned souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just realise for the moulding and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a topic of trying to find our comportment. But I know nothing for sure as shooting, as I have never been to sin. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the rattling outskirt of the true circle."

"interloper !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of Benny Hill of ripped clothes.

With a holler, Molly pointed her hand at the Demon and launched a attack of lightning, but the animate being dodged the bang and returned with a Dark Pulse, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to turn and alter direction midstream.

"daimon Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a skeletal hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to picture out where she had gone. Before he could even agnize he was in her fantasm, she decapitated it from behind with a golf stroke of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the ground, the roars of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"ejaculate on, we have to work for the border !"mollie said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the background, the two fighter aircraft swerved between the mountain of detritus with the forces of Hell firing radio beam of energy down to try and hit them. Each omit ray of light would cause a dynamical explosion, throwing artifact and trapped soul into the air like specks of turd. As they glided at top velocity, a wasted hand volley from the ground and grabbed mollie's ankle. The Sinner was not nearly strong enough to overpower her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize Molly and send her rolling across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

molly looked up and her middle widened as a building-sized pile of gold bricks was directly hit with a shadow pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the batch to slant over and take shape an avalanche of crushing metal. pattern gold could never pain mollie in her pattern form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break-dance bones, and she could not become intangible and base on balls through it.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a powerful gale military force wind, more powerful than any ground tempest. The powerful air current and the blades of energy it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The beast were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken bones and a few from getting melon-sized gob blasted in their breast. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the solid ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A earsplitting hollering pushed aside molly's acquired authority as a literal mount of old possession erupted like a landmine, revealing a wight underneath. She was a Titan in the form of a colossal turtleneck with armored stage, neck, and face and fortress on her back, brimming with shank. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red beam centre, the turtleneck swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing Dark beat, tossing the champion through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a flock of old watches.

"fine, but we have to stay low to the undercoat. If we go up above the piles, that thing will photograph us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a violet rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a cleaning woman in a tragic sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and rosemary would get a flush out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, mollie and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like rats through a labyrinth, with the turtle quickly losing peck of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"demon Art : tint 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 whoreson ! Celestial Art : Sonic Sprint !"molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

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 shank and hit them both with a direct battery of Dark Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a pair of racecars.

"I have an theme, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her undersurface !"Molly panted, struggling to detain awake as she used a spell to furbish up her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beams of lighting caused massive amounts of devastation to the fortress on the turtleneck's back, each impact be to the crash and explosion of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the equipment casualty inflicted, the fortress would revivify itself like shape through a healing spell, insuring that the carom were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the beast, Molly went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : whizz birth ! ethereal Art : Null Gravity !"

She fired the diminished welkin of red lighter as the irregular spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, complete her !"

"holy person Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flipped turtle with his blade in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very center of attention of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more big businessman than a sheet crash and instantly shattered every bone and home in her body. Blood and gut sprayed in all directions as the turtle was ripped open like a bloated carcass, sending blade of bone through the air that were as secure and sharp-worded as metal.

"Damn, she was tough,"molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his blade.

No sooner had the flame blade been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a dark zip on the air, making their limbs feel like boob. The aura was partnered with a loud grotesque thunder, signaling one affair ; they were now at the clemency of mammon, Hell Prince of Greed.



rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a moderate-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the former side of the room. The floor had lush rug and the rampart were decorated with paintings and statues of naked bod, many in the middle of familiarity. There were no doors or window in the room and no visible beginning of lightness early than the hot tub, which was casting swirling chromaticity of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the buss of the air or the bite of the metal hamper, but Rosmarinus officinalis quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to withdraw on her baron to recover her armor or expose her binds, but she could not muster up up the speciality. She was not tired or sleepy, but her consistency was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my field,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosmarinus officinalis when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grayish skin tonicity, the woman looked exactly like Rosmarinus officinalis ; same eubstance, same stature, same face, same everything. She too was completely au naturel, standing two understructure below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the wrinkle that was being fall apart into her neck by her metallic element collar.

"The roofy of Lust,"the womanhood answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosmarinus officinalis's pap, tickling her nipples to full points with her breath. rosemary shivered at the suddenly spark of stimulation at the teasing of her unwrap body. She tried to point her intellect, needing to retrieve control and figure out a way to release herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a silly moniker. I have no gender or physical structure former than the one I want, and I decided that I like your consistence ; this sweet unacquainted organic structure,"she said coyly before running her tongue up Rosmarinus officinalis's straight belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a buss on the center of her dresser.

rosemary's breathing became prompt and shallow as she tried to suppress the powerful rush of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The sensual touch of this stranger's tongue against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to claim extra special care of you, so I decided that since you are an redundant particular guest, I would picture that sin isn't only about pain and torture. You can also enjoy in endless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of meat of Rosmarinus officinalis's jejune bosom.

rosemary turned away, trying to fight back 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 delicate moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into Rosemary's pussy, swirling it between the soft lips. Rosmarinus officinalis could palpate something different from this signature, like the woman's digit carried an electric charge. It was as if she were working a knickknack shock toy in her pussy, making it adjacent to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the power which I use to electrocute the damned souls here. But this is a extra gift for you, you'll experience joy that will mock your wildest fantasy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosmarinus officinalis's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipple and scrubbing the salmon pink flesh with her tongue.

Rosemary's whole consistency was blushing red and every intimation carried the voiced moan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her dress were gone. With her limb secured to the cold Oliver Stone wall and the alloy shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to protest Asmodeus, Rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually slavish alter-ego. In just a few min, her thighs were damp with the wetness from her moistening puss and she was crying in shame, having given her body and thinker 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 twat and was fucking her furiously while licking off the snag that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, sister, you're my property now. Once you have your climax, your soul will belong to to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to save her fluid legs pressed together, but unable to overwhelm her control.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her ramification and blew on the wet lips of rosemary's twat. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like natural language, gently prodding rosemary's snap with the quivering tendrils. Rosmarinus officinalis struggled not to oppose to the burning joy between her stage, but small-scale whirl of violet lighting were popping around Asmodeus'lingua as she used low shocks of Lust Lightning to ride and stir her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her devotee, Asmodeus locked her rim with the backtalk of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clit with her lips and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the science of a skipper, making it next to inconceivable to traverse her. What rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was outdoors Asmodeus'palace, fighting through legion of Demons.

The Angelica Archangelica had seen the"Prince"of Lust snatch the unconscious Valkyrie and hold her to the high 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 grim castle, deep in the rocky crags of hell on earth. The castle was split into three towers that pierced the bleak roaring clouds and made the skyscrapers on worldly concern look like two-story huts. It was made from the petrify bodies of defenseless men and woman and along with being formed and placed to provide structure for the castle, they were also arranged in complicated positions like glacial professional dancer, reenacting panorama of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two take down towers where phallic shaped, and between the triad of spires, ear-splitting cracks of violet electricity would arc across the stormy sky like the auto of the Frankenstein's monster history. Lust Lightning surged through the pillar in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windowpane to glow like brightness level. The constant shock brought forth thigh-slapper of agony from all the citizenry used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a deadly electrocution several time each mo.

Unlike the balance of Hell, the gender dispersion of the fiend was match, with both male and female person beasts coming out to fight him. The respite were in the castle dungeons, raping the spirits that had not been used to prepare the structure. Women were raped to the stage where mankind would die, forced to experience the pain and abasement of interminable fiend all taking routine on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed stopcock and feeling the Elvis sting as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle consistency and onto their naked material body. Often, their breasts or ass cheeks were devoured or the fair sex would be forced to eat the butchered while of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly barbarous fate, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cages that had tail coat piercing their limb and body, as well as a length of barbed wire holding out their tongues. The only parts of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage BAR were their lap, where their penises had been forced to pack wide-cut erections by the great power of a rigidity spell. unable to incite or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female fiend used them as pleasure hard worker. However, like their male counterpart, the genitalia of the female daemon were more harmful than any human or creature ’. Their pussies were like meat grinders, with the DoI bulwark lined with ridges and blades as operose and sharp as glass. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to cut up away the flesh of a man's member like a dowel pin 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 bull's eye, the men would howl as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with lecherousness Lightning.

Firing Spears of Destiny from his hands to slay the Demons as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the gamy tower, knowing that Rosmarinus officinalis was in extreme danger.

"knack on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, Rosmarinus officinalis too was coming. Against her will and purpose, her body had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her backtalk, drinking in the juices that sprayed from rosemary's pussy like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her orgasm, her oculus began to fade in color 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 mind,"Asmodeus said with a grinning as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosmarinus officinalis slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the first off sensation that greeted her. Was it the irritation in her back and juncture from her hunched-over stance on all fours, the drippage of her spittle off the caoutchouc gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the cold floor and shackle against her wrists and mortise joint and the metallic element collar around her neck ? Her psyche was a bleary blank and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her eyes and muscles began to regain their sharpness, she tried to crowd herself up but could not move her hands or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in berth on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pocket billiards of light on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crew of people, forming a closed chain around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to draw forth her wings or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how heavily she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't go against them but knowing she had to at to the lowest degree try. Her sweat brought chuckles of entertainment from the men and womanhood watching her, making Rosemary blush in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her defenseless body.

The clacking of gamey heels drew her attending and a woman came into purview from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a Negro dame, a greyish wooing jacket, and a pair of chicken feed resting on her nozzle with her hair in a bun. Her fount showed a mix of seriousness and ennui on her face as she flexed a riding craw in her hands. Rosemary tried to speak to her, to call out Selene's figure, but her gag muffled every word.

At the sound of her gumming, genus Selene solidly tapped her on the brass with the end of the harvest."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory a concluded blank ?'rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flapping at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the sound of Selene's high heels clicking on the floor. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at to the lowest degree the masses watching the spectacle.

"scatter your legs,"Selene ordered.

Rosmarinus officinalis 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 sound echoing through the room. Rosemary yelped as a stinging welt appeared on her left ass cheek, but the pain sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Spread your legs,"Selene repeated.

rosemary did as she was told, spreading her stifle as far as she could and putting her puss on display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whip slideway across her inner thighs and brush against the lips of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosmarinus officinalis and sending her upheaval skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad daughter, and now everyone gets to determine as you get put in her place,"genus Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but loudly big H, causing the smooth skin on her peachy ass cheeks to attain a slight swell.

Hearing her Book and feeling the strangers'optic boring on her exposed body filled Rosemary with both overplus and arousal as her slavish side began to bring out itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with mild yet stinging strikes, making her tingle 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 wale and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into rosemary's prospect, making her eyes as all-inclusive as dinner party plates. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her wide 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 Selene's hand were the riding crop and the handle of a leash, the other end being attached to the metal collar around rosemary's neck. With a cranny of the short whip, the metal shackles holding Rosmarinus officinalis to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a short squawk,"Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all four-spot, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading discussion. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's rhythm ass, shifting from face to side with each drooping swing of her hip joint. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the G-string shoulder strap nestled between her ass cheek. With her strap-on dildo bounce, Selene led Rosemary around the way, past the shadowy onlookers. The hidden alien laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunt and harassments only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too behind, genus Selene would have a approximate Yankee on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosemary back to the heart of the room and pushed her face down against the floor, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. genus Selene raised her foot, holding it just above rosemary's face."biff it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her spit across the black horseshoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing Selene's understructure and ankle. Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing Rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her fingers around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in straw man of Rosmarinus officinalis, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."suck it, suck it like a skilful small slut,"she growled, holding the ternary tight.

Rosemary eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her rim around the rubber phallus, bobbing her head teacher back and forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the touch sensation and hotness she missed. A hard smack to her right bosom told Rosmarinus officinalis that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her Mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her pharynx. Grabbing Rosmarinus officinalis by the hair's-breadth, Selene forced the unanimous toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to honk. With tears streaming down her face, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and Selene held her fuzz. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and pectus wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her cover with the leash, genus Selene waited until Rosemary's hint was steady before forcing her to come back and continue sucking it. Holding her parted backtalk a centimetre from the read/write head, Rosemary took her finish trench breath as the layer of spittle on the toy dripped onto her breasts. She didn't take the whole affair in her back talk, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the spittle and applying fresh bed. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her knocker with the riding crop, making the medium flesh go red with deliquium weal.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's mouthpiece and smacked her across the facial expression, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her troika, she forced Rosemary onto her deal and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad girls need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big cock ?"genus Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's hair and pinched her nipples brutally hard.

"Yes kept woman, please punish me with that big shaft !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her wholly organic structure was shaking.

Spreading the backtalk of her pussy, Selene forced the toy into rosemary's dripping twat, entering her without any interruption or mercy. Working her finger into rosemary's mouth, genus Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a speed that showed no rawness ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. genus Selene's speed 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 open by Selene's fingers, Rosmarinus officinalis looked around the room at the mass watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the flicker of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and hullabaloo and watched as they shifted their legs from their up-and-coming rousing. The buffeting of her twat with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and arduous ; it was like getting fucked by a cold machine. Just as beautiful as the touch sensation were the dominative growling of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex striver. With how fast genus Selene was moving, Rosmarinus officinalis wished she could front back and see her bouncing titties.

genus Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her tether, pulling her up and forcing her to make clean off the dildo with her clapper and nerve. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her Delicious pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to lick her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her backrest and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous acquisition, swinging her lower organic structure and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's cunt with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving soft cries of happiness as the laborious gumshoe toy was driven into her. Her face was blushing red from the joyous feeling of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as lots stimulus as possible. Rocking back and Forth River on the inhuman floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the survey of her bounce knocker and wishing she could feel them and lick them.

Feeling the approach of her first sexual climax, Rosemary licked her hands and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky feeling and the persistent pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eye for only a second when she felt someone grab her work force. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thighs. As her hands were pinned to the terra firma above her head, Rosmarinus officinalis opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's boldness and her bowling musket ball chest. Rosemary was desperate, longing to reach up and wrap her lips around the blonde beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to nurse my tits ?"molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, delight let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and indulge her fiddling sex hard worker, Molly lowered herself down, laying her business firm breasts across Rosmarinus officinalis's expression. The late Archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimetre of easygoing flesh with her wet tongue and suck on her mamilla like a water bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding harvest and began smacking rosemary's white meat especially hard, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her handwriting being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the pleasurable combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snap and molly's bighearted tits smothering her facial expression, Rosmarinus officinalis was sent to the breaking detail.

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 lips of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her oral cavity and throat as if they had been poured between her brim. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not find the reservoir and the addition of mollie's bosom on her case made her feeling like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her trap down and forced her to drink it all. While Rosemary was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the force-out 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 inundation of pussy juices stopped running down her throat and rosemary was able to breathe without job. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her clapper across her lips and throughout her oral cavity, gluttonously savoring the gustatory modality of her succus as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, genus Selene pulled out of her and mollie shifted posture. With her articulatio genus on either incline of Rosemary's chief, molly set herself down on the former Archangel, smothering her brass with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, molly grasped rosemary's ankle joint and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on showing. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet arm of Molly's snatch, Rosemary shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her tranquil fanny end and her pussy, and they weren't the work force of Selene and she was surely they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her juices and began rubbing her son of a bitch, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. Rosemary was so hornlike that she was dire to experience the finger perforate her anus, but she also wanted to bang whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and sharp hum of pleasure as she felt a diffused mouth going to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their back talk on the entry and flexing their natural language inside, stimulating her button with expert accomplishment. As her pussy was orally stimulated, rosemary felt the stranger insert their finger into her SOB, working it back and Forth in the tight wet wring, using her pussycat juice as lubricator. As she tried to picture out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipples, and the length of the nails and effeminateness of the hands told her it was Selene. The sensation 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 second finger into her asshole, rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something strange about the fingers, a frigid hardness on the spine of her finger's breadth. It felt… metallic.

"Master,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from mollie's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's pincer, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to recognise them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the pocket-sized metallic element scale on the rear of his hands and fingers, and even though he had lost his long forked monster tongue, his powers of pleasure went well beyond simple physical contact.

After various minutes of licking her kitty and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosmarinus officinalis looked up from under Molly's twat and graciously sucked his finger's breadth clean with a look of adoration on her human face as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her head back and Molly changed her office, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's face with her firm ass cheek while she licked her anus. In this berth, mollie was ineffectual to admit rosemary's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With rosemary's legs spread, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to experience a enceinte mass within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him come in her, stretching her kitty-cat with his head and shaft. The sensation was much sharper than ever before, his stopcock tactual sensation so huge and hot in her slender torso. The muscular missile was so tender inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first base time, Baltoh forced his stopcock back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his whole body fast that he would vote out a mortal charwoman or even an Angel Falls, he began fucking her with deep powerful shoves. Rosemary couldn't help but screaming in happiness as he fucked her into grade of pleasure that surpassed her wildest fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the Lapplander speed that a humming skirt used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten instant before he gave another shriek orgasm, but this prison term, she was make for the flood of her pussy juice to take her sassing and throat. Knowing how to catch one's breath, she gluttonously drank her pussy succus, even while she continued to lap up Molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breathing place of relief as Baltoh pulled out of her and molly moved off her face. She was allowed a mo's reprieve before she was forced to continue, this time with Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth brim of Selene's pussy, Rosemary 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 bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dispassionateness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his master copy pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the inscrutable turning point of her anus. Without the cryptical lubrication, such unrelenting throb would be unsufferable to achieve without injury. Rosemary was giving an perpetual shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the offbeat erotism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two times, Rosemary was quickly brought to her thirdly orgasm.

Not trusted how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her enfeeblement, the price of her coming, and the sore spiritlessness in her broken trunk. While it only felt like a mo, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the vast gumshoe toy lying mostly in her kitty-cat. rosemary suddenly gave a flash screaming as another huge dildo was forced into her disentangled anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the starting time metre since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky flavor, it did bring teardrop to her oculus and make her wince.

As she raised her principal, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and squelch her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony expression on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her lip to sop up it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and Forth River and blowing him, genus Selene and mollie both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her rosehip and forcing her strap-on into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her asshole.

As they reached the thoroughgoing machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosmarinus officinalis's masochistic desired and grabbed her headway, forcing his intact cock into her oral cavity. rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a small. Tears were streaming down her side from her agitated gag reflex and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on Cloud 9 in terms of sexual hug drug, being punished and violated while onlooker watched like the viewers of antediluvian roman type gladiator battles.

As fourth dimension went on, rosemary slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her pot were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and softer to the touch and she could no longer feel Molly's breasts against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three style 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 bruised slit, and the pilot was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not feel alarmed by this foreign occurrence, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulder joint, rosemary felt the ringer behind her delay her up, so that two pairs of hired man could grab her own. Looking around in the box of her eyes, she saw two ringer, one on either position of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her finger around their erect shaft. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to give them right deal business. With a vast cock in each paw, one in her pharynx, one in her asshole, and the final examination in her pussy, her thinker was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even name the abyssal ace rushing through her unscathed body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to afford her eyes as a rush of pleasance rushed through almost every square inch of pelt. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and Molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any exposed bit they could feel. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her pes, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and face, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her consistency rubbing against the physical structure of somebody else, Rosmarinus officinalis had the greatest orgasm of her lifetime. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her unhurt body began to vibrate. As her torso was flooded with euphoric lovingness, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their lode, seemingly with the pressure of fire hose. Seed overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and snatch, commix with the juice of her climax, as well as ran down her pharynx and filled her tummy. She was even blinded by thick Patrick Victor Martindale White streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to blunder out. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as layer after level of seminal fluid coated her torso. Before foresighted, she felt like she was being submerged in a bathroom the buddy-buddy white spermatozoon. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the swayer of the Circle of Lust lying below her. Both of their naked bodies were glowing with a drab glory as she slowly stole Rosmarinus officinalis's soul. The conjuration created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her uncivilised imaging. The spell was powered by her intimate reaction to the magic, with her foreplay accelerating the physical process.

As she drank in Rosmarinus officinalis's soul and watched her in the magic trick, she was fingering herself and licking her brim."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fervid galaxy of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough power streaming from his steel to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of solidus to Tenebrous, but the daemon King blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to extradite his one percent attack in the instant, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with ruinous might, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of satellite, turning them into crumbling rings of fervidness and stone.

"daimon Art : apocalypse outbreak !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shatter major planet nub faster than the speed of light. Putting Lucifer's ultimate blast to dishonor, he fired a black and red beam of energy powerful enough to obscure a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slow down.

At the strait of his vocalisation, a lake-sized swirl appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the nothingness between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming bam, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final major planet in the tiny air pocket of space. With rubble and panicked monsters flying around them, the two combatant began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made light particle look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"Tenebrous cackled, having the meter of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planet, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and black scale stretched like pencil eraser and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own cleric force so that Baltoh couldn't just break free of it without endeavour. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's breast at the collarbone, driving straight through his chest. tenebrific smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up line, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the visible light around it, Baltoh's pelage began to whirlpool and expand with the hired man gripping Baltoh disappearing as his trunk seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the ruffle cape took form into a barrel-sized black kettle of fish, as unassailable and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to consume lightness itself, the black hole grabbed tenebrous with its invisible nipper and slammed him into it like a put up hug. Gnashing his dentition and swearing in frustration at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to flex his forefront decent to see Baltoh several millions of statute mile away with his paw raised.

"Celestial Art : terrene Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting fire and Harlan Fiske Stone appeared above his fountainhead, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the airfoil of the sun and large as a continent. level of bedrock appeared around the firmament, securing it tightly in countless layers until the heat could not be sensed on the surface. With a blue aura, the planet was supplied with atomic number 8 and shook as ocean crashed on its surface upon their nascency. Rising up from the grunge, towering tree diagram took root, looking for sunlight. The unhurt cosmos had taken only a handful of seconds to complete and was almost a perfect ecologic equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with focussing, Baltoh threw the major planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitational pull of the Shirley Temple hole. Sending pulsing of visible radiation across the cosmos, the planet slammed into Tenebrous abruptly on, crushing him with its exercising weight and the index of the black mess as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the satellite wrapped around the black fix and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to make his move.

The reply came with a blast laugh and a black supernova of tail ardour, erupting from between the crumbling major planet and the black hole and destroying them both. The dark Hellfire surged across the solar system, obliterating the destroyed major planet but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffective to even come in near him. In the center of the gyrating flood of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the conflict. This was definitely going to be difficult.



genus Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of belly and pathway of Baal, dodging the spikes of flesh and osseous tissue that were filling the corridors in an attempt to spit and hold back them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with the great unwashed being melted in lakes of venter acid. While the survey sickened them and they wished they could help, their efforts would crap no dispute, and without Baltoh to create suits of armor and twist them into reformist, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and reorganise before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in roundabout. That's the third fourth dimension we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to estimate out the anatomy of this wight and find oneself the esophagus so that we will birth a straight injection to the mouth, but I don't think it's that simple. None of these stomach seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to furnish only space for the damned and allow for the easy movement of those sponge. I think damned individual are deposited here some other way, possibly through transit hidden within the bend of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a shut down circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must have colossal blood watercraft, right ? Possibly tumid enough for us to motivate through ? If we can make do to bite through a paries of these intestines and develop into an artery, then we can use it to get to the substance. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully weaken this monster enough to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sorting of mucus membrane or spell, these wall are completely protected from physical and vigour attacks."

"True, but we may be able to slay that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stop at an crossway with a airing shaft-sized artery in the ceiling and Selene drew a blue lens in the air."Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"

The expel shaft of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size every second. genus Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to sate the bedchamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point in time where it had blocked off all the passage, a moan echoed through the tunnel and the Department of the Interior rampart began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the flesh, it still reacts to weight and impacts, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the cold starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the chassis around the perimeter of the ice began to tumefy and bruise as the weight cut off circulation through the capillaries, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid cold to get to make. With its frigid bunko, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to lash out. Drawing his blade, Michael shattered the ice with a bingle golf stroke, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of blood poured down into the bedchamber, but knowing that the combat injury could shut and mend itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of Demon blood, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt ilk hours through the artery. After an unknown amount of fourth dimension, the truelove flow of the blood became a pulsing rush, slamming into them with all the great power of a flash flood and forcing them back. Even with their enduringness, they could not oppose the potent beat generation of the nearby heart and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the breast cavity, Selene and Michael raised their power story to burn off the rip and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of a warehouse and had a much dissimilar design than a human being's or even most animals ’. It had mineral vein reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute blood through the body and well over a twelve chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the paries of Baal's stomach. Would you worry to do the honors ?"

With a grinning, Michael drew his fire sword."It would be my pleasure."

bound like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downwards gash of his brand, carving through the duncical muscle without too much difficulty and causing a overflow of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire sleeping room and forcing Selene to take on to the air to stave off getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now get our way out,"genus Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep 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 sideways slash across the tenderness out of malice. This alone drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a nitty-gritty is as useless to a Demon 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 time, I could sustain killed you without any trouble, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the display is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most delicious,"he cackled as a spit reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you cite, Baal,"Selene laughed."The only affair that kept Baltoh from killing you pit Princes was your ability to evade his furor blast. The fact that you still live mean value you either you have an ground forces of Masters of torturing and heavyweight guarding you or you're just so vauntingly that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also miserable, you lived for over 40,000 days in care of his shadow."

"Know your lieu, missy. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to run in stomach. The lonesome grounds why you were able-bodied to wax into my artery is because I let you out of pursuit ! There is nix you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming laughter. Like a bull lowering its horns, Selene pointed the tips of her limpid metal wings at Baal's sassing. The mini solar system of rules above her head that had replaced her halo moved between the backstage, with the diminutive planets now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an nuclear nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that proficiency ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's luminance grew in intensity.



polishing as brightly as a star, a glossa of dethaw gold and silver medal shot up from the depths of the volcano, taking shape and solidifying. A demonic underframe of pure sterling Hellsilver took form with long claw extending from the fingertips and a span of bull-like horn reaching up from the grinning human-like face. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscleman and apparel of the Hell Prince, while the human face remained without physique. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming gag, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his paw and a ring of fire surged up from the mountains around junkyard, like the hellfire fencing that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any fortune of being able to escape ?"Molly asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our magic spell will let us break through that barrier, so our solitary hope is to fight him and Bob Hope for the well,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a gouge in Leviathan, what the Inferno can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of avarice weighed down on her like a backbreaking backpack.

"wellspring then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to come ! follow out, he's going to snipe !"

Laughing maniacally, mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them time to elude. Knowing that there was naught they could do to change the state of affairs, the combatant resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a shower of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"Molly called, launching a colossal balance beam of blue electrical energy. Being like ants fighting an elephant in terms of sizing and intensity level, their spells had minuscule affect on the inferno Prince, causing only a stinging lesion on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can vote down me with such sad onset ? ! You're out of your conference !"he cackled as he launched a eruption of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armour to warp and dissolve from the proximity to the fire. His altogether mighty side badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was unable to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"Molly shouted in frustration, forcing herself to calculate away from Gabriel and pore on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized pulley block of Au from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the leaden missile to charge forward fast enough to break the sound barrier and cause a sonic boom. The stop of gold slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to shine back out of the vent like a released jack-in-the-box and making him yaup in nuisance. This was the opportunity of a life-time !

"Celestial Art : cutting sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the attack would lessen mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with enough strength to repel through a tank car, Molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to diminish his heat and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the sand and feeling it seal his power back into his body, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the oral cavity of the volcano. Snarling in botheration, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a clump of liquid state Hellsteel, hitting mollie dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to release herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace mollie, after summoning four Hope Beacons to boost his military posture even further."Let's see how you like fighting blast with fervour : angel Art : Burning synodic month Slice !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy flames surging from his raised steel.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fervency grew in size of it and saturation, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the red region that was still burning. He swung his blade in circles, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the gust to its upper limit office. Roaring in decision, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at mammon with the flames compressed into a massive crescent steel, the size of a sports stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his helping hand, but instantly shuddered as the bang hit him with much to a greater extent strength than he had expected. Struggling to crusade the world power of the blade, he released a hefty maze to sabotage the shaking of his torso. Knowing that this was his one chance to visit some heavy damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his long suit, turning it into a dual attack that overpowered Mammon. The pit Prince roared in excruciation as the attack cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge gash across his chest that managed to relegate through his gown and muscles of gold and faulting through five flatware ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing sea !"mollie beckoned from gamy in the sky.

Mammon had just sufficiency time to see up before a falls that dwarfed the Niagara River and the Queen Victoria poured down onto his molten ore physical structure and his volcano, causing more steam and fastball to spew up than the volcano of Hawaii in a year. He howled in infliction as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The deluge of seawater coursed down the slope of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the miles of junk piles like a tsunami, managing even to eliminate the Hellfire.

The patch soon ended and molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking sherd of gold and silver that poured down the position of the vent like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several enceinte cranny running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick syrupy parentage.

Molly had a large smile on her face at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a inferno Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an ominous laughter echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first time, a gargantuan downpour of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the vent, taking embodiment into a bony golem with muscles and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a miserable onset ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of upstanding gold around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to go back our DOE or flee."

mollie stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's pocket-size than before and splattering gold with each movement. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is dissimilar ?"

"The volcano, that's the source of his index ! That lusus naturae we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from impairment !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these young lady right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in fighting that affair coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of business leader. None of our long distance spells are strong enough to break through that shield, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll actualize what we're doing and kill us."

molly just grinned and spread her wing before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the toy solar system revolving above her head moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer staircase running up the key towboat. His armour kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fire up a lamp chimney shaft and with his wings retracted, the confidential information and water of the furious gale violent storm above the palace was not strong enough to lift him off his substructure, though the huge bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging bam that made each stride several times more difficult. Like the rest of the rook, the pillars between each windowpane was a lapidify man, standing up nude while the freezing nothingness and urine battered their eubstance. Raffaello Sanzio ran past and even stepped on more damned mortal than he could count, men begging him for help and cleaning woman offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his friend was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only retard him down.

Down below him, the rampart and other building surrounding the main column of the rook were piles of burning junk, with daemon body role scattered everyone and blood splattered across every aerofoil. While their numbers had been great and their merge power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take them on one at a meter. While it was a retard mental process and the precariousness of his friend's circumstances made it difficult, he survived with little damage or DOE loss.

Without warning, a long black keister broke through the roof and smashed through the stairway, opening it up to the tempest. Raffaello Sanzio looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the wind and rainwater. The Gargoyle released a loud shriek and reached out with one of its clawed hired hand, nearly slamming Raffaello Santi into the wall. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet twinkle, Raphael gave a earsplitting roar and bound off the destroyed staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The wildcat grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its soundbox. Refusing to back up down, Raphael hacked off the savage's hand, freeing himself from its clutches and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raffaello Santi grabbed its butt and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the beast's neck, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to pass, Raphael pointed his hired man back at the tower and launched a rosary chain, using it like a grappling hook to take hold of onto one of the human pillar holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to enamour his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to save Rosmarinus officinalis. Along the way, he encountered a mathematical group of demon on the stairwell, raping a few imprecate souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and break free from the castle complex body part. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beast with four agile stroke and kept running.

"holy man Art : Crusading canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim light from exterior. The swayer of the round of Lust was nowhere to be found but his middle immediately fell upon Rosmarinus officinalis's naked unmoving consistence on the floor in the center of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee joint, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of fatal fastball and kicked him in the thorax, easily sending him flying across the way and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his forefront to the sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you count like Rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her psyche. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the round of Lust. I simply fell in love with this girl's eubstance and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breathing space from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my supporter, you shall suffer a fate tough than the most pitiful souls in this world !"

Asmodeus'face transformed, her cheeks splitting open to reveal farsighted needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of it of fists, and her yearn black hair writhing like Snake River. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raffaello Santi, making his whole organic structure dork and causing his sword to strike out of his hands. He tumbled to the ground, ineffective to move as the might of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could look somebody like me ? ! Even with that armour of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a chance against a ruler of nether region !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental Bonds !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four orbit of energy, each having consumed her member, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her left invertebrate foot locked in a welkin of body of water, her right foot in a heavens of Harlan Stone, her right hand burning in a fire orb, and her lead script trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orb and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a tabloid of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, further securing her. substantial than steel and imbued with the mogul to drain energy, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could move.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to get out absolve of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my person. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the fusion of an USA of Angel souls instead of given biography by Jehovah. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that soul with my energy so that you would conceive it was my true spirit. I used it as a bait to keep back you from noticing my other spirits. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never discount a hazard for some kinky fun,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, wishing that there were more people around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to watch was the astonish Raphael, staring at her with encompassing eyes."And don't even bother trying to break off free of those spells, because while you were failing to meditate me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive might like the other the pits Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into submission with mind-bending magic. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that delusion, I studied your powers and developed a mental immunity. In verity, you are watery than the skipper of straining in terms of raw mightiness, but your thaumaturgy are potent enough to subdue the early Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hades Prince, I will still engage you out with my most mighty piece to make sure enough that you don't survive. Raffaello Sanzio, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raffaello Santi shakily retrieved his brand and got to his invertebrate foot, staggering away from Asmodeus as rosemary pointed her annex as her with her miniature solar system of rules gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Sanzio thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planet between her wings began to orbit around the sun at marvellous speeds.

"It was an uncompleted technique, but one that is more powerful than any archangel or fiend spell…"mollie said as an atmosphere of zip formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lovers and loyal followers. It is his gift, the index to influence destine itself,"Rosemary finished as the palace began to shake from the insurmountable world power radiating from her dead body as she charged the blast. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the adult female were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute calamity, powered by our desire and allegiance to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can place upright up to our loyalty and strength !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of the pits shook as the beams were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic explosion upon their initial twinkling. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the lawful power, Selene's focused atomic number 10 blast carved through Baal's home like a blowtorch through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of Inner Light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant spark upon the surrounding quite a little ranges.

With a hole blasted open and Baal in too much torment to hold on them, she grabbed Michael's bridge player and turned around. With her book binding to the light beam, she fired again, this meter into the depths of the Hell Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the first fire, genus Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the kick of the blast and stab out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly mountain that was the demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly corpulent stegosaurus with demonic characteristics. His stumpy atrophied stage were armed with long hook, his fountainhead had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind had slammed against him, and his rear looked like a rocky ridge that had existed since the birthing of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in time to see the entire Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud heavy enough to extinguish the entireness of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled parentage and sand in all counseling like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince egg would never again eat another soul. Still firing the beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown various hundred miles with Michael hanging on for love life and trying not to be blinded by the bright light.



With mollie, her blast's size multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a hundred metrical unit. Raising his hands and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Book of Revelation Eruption and desperately launching it to counteract the fire. The two radio beam collided like spurt of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across netherworld and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of mammon's military posture, the Apocalypse volcanic eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute calamity eating it up and continuing forward. By the clock time it reached the Hades Prince, the beam's radius alone was keen than the top of the vent and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery great deal, shattering it like glass and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten Harlan Stone and metallic element were vaporized, Mammon gave a final exam shriek of torment.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the rampart behind her. out-of-door, every goddam soul and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the highest point of the tug exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a Ne radio beam, as sinewy as a solar flare. Growing like a gas flak, it shot across the skies of hell on earth, and in every round, the Joseph Black and red clouds and the burning sky were blocked out by a brilliant colorful light source show, like the Aurora Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the while faded and the char stopped to fascinate their breathing space. Molly and Rosemary fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to keep open her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Angelica Archangelica, the Same flurry of astonishment, awe, and overplus filled their intellect as they realized just how practically stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the same thing.

"Holy shit, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in wide-cut panorama, a portal site opened up in the space of hell on earth and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a professional of overrefinement on how to arrive at accession to Tenebrous'domain. The beginning thing they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the space of Hell was not a vacuity like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air supply, there was more vigour in the environment than the end product of a billion suns across their lifetime. Selene and the others had to produce their power floor just to stay fresh from being crushed to death and to take a breather. Looking out over the blood-red Galax urceolata, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a galactic plate, the ripples from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a Hellfire star with sufficiency forcefulness to tap it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth part of the flames spraying off comparable H2O from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his mitt and grasped the damaged sun with his big businessman, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : galactic Ocean !"the Celestial avatar roared. Holding more material than a solar scheme, a waterspout of water appeared before him, declamatory enough to drown several 12 satellite. The flood caught the red region star and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor exhibitor !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the full flood to freeze solid in a second. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of million of javelins, all backbreaking than Hellsteel and imbued with divine power. Swinging his weapon system, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the fastness of light.

"daemon Art : Planetary Demon greenhouse !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a coal-black major planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the side, almost making it await like the ball-shaped capitulum of a gargantuan monsters. Forming on its glowing red eye and clenched jagged teeth, billions of Demons were brought to spirit, their body forming from the detritus of the black planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the major planet surface, killing every single one of them in less than a second. The barrage continued, chipping away at the satellite like XX machine guns carving a boulder.

On the early end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in place, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the major planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the immense distance. Before the fiend King could retaliate or champion himself. Baltoh slashed him across the vertebral column, cutting through the wing-like mantle and leaving a huge gash in his back. But even with his blade of dark cakehole affair drawing in matter and light, Tenebrous'body was so slow that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized firearm to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his mastery and symmetricalness and raised his brand."demon Art : origin Rain !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his lights beam of light of energy were fired with the baron of daystar's Apocalypse Eruption. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each blast like a biker going down the state highway in the wrong direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his brand power and absorbing the attack into a pack together atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and unadulterated skepticism, staring at the Chain of wandering eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale of measurement that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the acts of toddlers compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stump out the lives of the Hell Princes like ant under a steamroller. Selene was the most astonish, ineffective to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two attack aircraft locked blades with loose flame streaming from the Demon Billie Jean Moffitt King's steel and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled pep pill, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his gist with the Stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a taste of profligate and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to prod him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the stop number of light. The red region sword pierced his body several thousand fourth dimension, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, tenebrific spun around and kicked him in his still-healing venter, sending him rocketing across the universe before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The wallop was powerful enough to send cleft across the surface of the dour world, easily seeable from outside its orbit. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the satellite as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to mend his injuries and regain his strength. He had used up about half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely newly. If he were to induce any chance of slaying the Demon King, he would need to add out the big guns and intercept trying to wear him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his English, Baltoh gave a bellowing that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his body, the lighting of a yard suns shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of fire surged out in tall directions. Tenebrous shielded his middle, blinded by the light just a divide second before he was caught in the spinning undulation. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all counseling and lit up the crimson coltsfoot with its nuclear flame, burning century of times brighter than any natural asterisk death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in vestige energy for protection, using his own ability to keep from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flames around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to seem up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized whizz, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear saucer down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to lug the flattened genius that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal Wave of fire stretched across space, the saw sword of tight atomic explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windscreen of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even posting Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened ace in his hand.

Baltoh threw the magnetic disk, this sentence vertically. tenebrous looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear flak flying towards him, but was ineffective to stop it from slamming into his rachis. The agony of the cosmic flame saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to criticize his sword aside and crash into his tum. The two grinding blades continued to twirl with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his chance, Baltoh pounced on the fiend King, knowing that this was his prospect to end the fight. tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an iniquity smile."Just kidding. Demon Art : Universal extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened Lord's Day. In an irruption that was non-white than a blackness hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the shade equivalence of the supernova while that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his ness for protective covering.

Teleporting to the other face of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and technique, both foe began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to block or parry any attacks. Their swords were moving like the blade of a solid food processor as they basically hacked away at each former, sending pedigree and Albert Gore Jr. flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm tree and Tenebrous was forced back by an inconspicuous shockwave."celestial Art : Sound Shatter !"

roar like an fauna, he gave off a sound moving ridge that was gaudy than anything else in the story of the universe and went across every frequence. The pulsing traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'galaxy like a rippling through a pool after the splash of a large endocarp. Every major planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic level, with the vibrations having shaken the bonds to the point 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 script above his forefront, he formed a mountain-sized black hole with altered abilities, negating its gravitative puff. Baltoh closed his hands into fists, causing the unhurt black hole to break apart like with the struggle against match. Shoving the air, he launched the mordant wits at the Demon King as the enchantment suggested, each heater weighing More than an entire star and flying at well past the pep pill of light, The current of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round of golf striking with inexplicable power, breaking all of Tenebrous'os and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could stand up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his trunk break in and battered, he still had more than plenty might to barf a piece."fiend Art : lightlessness thread Hex !"

greaves like bolt of lightning, a net of zillion of black cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his saddle horn towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would throw Tenebrous a huge advantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon worlds and watched to see what would fall out. The tempest of bladed corduroy struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like louse and tearing it apart. chunk of stone were thrown off the satellite as it destabilized with the corduroys'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile wine glassful in someone's powerful grip.

‘ tinker's dam it, I'm running out of power, it's time to end up this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the cords with an inconspicuous slash of power. Pressing his thenar together, he began gathering his power for one of his ultimate blast."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

rear him, a full-sized supernova flared into being without so much as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A spinning battleground of fervency and gas stretched out from the centre like a whirlpool, and from the center on either side of meat of the elephantine burn coin, a shaft of silver and violet muscularity was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a line of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging directly towards Tenebrous with enough magnate to make the Resolute calamity look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sector of Shirley Temple Black and red energy."monster Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable force out collided in a catastrophic volley of light and energy so powerful that the coltsfoot itself threatened to be ripped in one-half. Everyone watching had to see away to keep their eyes from melting from the blinding light, which surpassed all other forces in the universe. This was god-level fighting at its top ! The brightness level finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on polar sides of the galaxy, the old gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of fatigue. Even over such a Brobdingnagian aloofness, they could both see and hear each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"Someone looks tired, want me decelerate down so you can withdraw a break ?"tenebrious taunted.

‘ shit it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the Throne of Scheol, as long as he is in Hell itself, his exponent is limitless. Trying to endure 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 drill 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 mogul he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized stars, all at decisive quite a little and on death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrious laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand fiend heads materialized, all looking like the brain of Lucifer with charging Book of Revelation eruption between their jaws.

‘ A G each ? ! They'll destroy the entire cosmos of hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to startle back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barriers between the universes so that no one could embark them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their utmost level of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their fastness boost spells, everyone crack through the vacate blank space as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would allow. Spotting them in the quoin of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a arcsecond, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest corner of infinite, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red whiz. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would bechance. Back in the crimson galaxy, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a pity that you were unable to say goodbye to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any soma or var. !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no penury to say good-bye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their sleeve.

can Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into colossal magnetic disc of attack and gas while launching their gamma ray fusillade. Behind Tenebrous, all the Beelzebub heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very center of the coltsfoot, the bam met. From the box of space, everyone became breathless as a shining light could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the aloofness. It was not only brightly, but… growing, like an submersed detonation. Moving faster than the legal philosophy of natural philosophy would allow, the luminosity surged across space in all directions like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the illumination reached their placement and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in place, unsure whether he was live or dead. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from wounds that covered nearly of his body, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few Muriel Sarah Spark of Department of Energy.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that effort alone was like a human being picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The crimson coltsfoot was gone, reduced to a misty fret of liquified particle. There wasn't a single entire speck in the entire galax, almost all of it had been reduced to raw Energy Department.

Without warning, a blade of distil Hellfire pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his pith. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single accidental injury and at full military capability. Baltoh stared at the steel with his whole soundbox trembling."How… how is it potential ? ! How could it birth no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to head him at the former plaza of the Galax urceolata, where his opprobrious toilet still hovered, undamaged except for a large crack across the back."Behold, the literal error pot of underworld ! As long as I am here, my powers aren't just Maker, they are unbounded ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the power of this universe on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in netherworld, you are child's period of play to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the wickedness ! Evil has no weakness !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and weak ! How about I let your Friend come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to foregather any enduringness with the daimon King's steel still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow vigor from his own palm and sent it across space at speeds that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's supporter, the pass in Tenebrous'throne began to go and widen. In the corner of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and garden angelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to appear in his throne and small knife of hellfire began to flick out.

Bringing them to the shot, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the charwoman's faces as they saw the helpless DoS he was in.

"flavour upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever call back that is the exponent of darkness that rules over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more whirl began to come out in his commode. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at Selene."You will be the starting time to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but mollie, rosemary, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the Leslie Townes Hope that they could at least slow up him down, but the Demon B. B. King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire sword. Reaching genus Selene, he raised the sword above his caput, about to murder her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the potty of hellhole suddenly shattered. tenebrific brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could come to her, as well as the flaming pate above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his brand and back at the can of Inferno. The black potty of homo and demon castanets was gone, the ominous interior having broken away to reveal a toilet of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was ineffective to even make her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smiling on his face. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with affright."This is the true potty of Hell, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black case that coated it before, you used that to use the toilet of Hell and keep open it in your mastery so that it would present you business leader instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the combat injury in his chest.

"The Thrones have volition of their own and their world were formed with a purpose : Heaven to honour the virginal, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and Hell to penalize the sinners. tenebrous took the toilet of Hades and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our encounter was the seal broken and sin freed from his evil control condition. After all, how could the place that punishes evildoer be ruled by a ogre ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of Hell has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him power. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning can. A perfervid aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his injury."You could say that Hell and I are under salutary terms with each other,"he said as a heavens of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly lost.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the rescript of Hell ! Hell and I fight side by side, Hell is my friend, and we exist for the like reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too foresighted, and it is time for you to pay the Mary Leontyne Price ! In the name of infernal region, I will shoot down you !"Baltoh thundered with the celestial sphere of energy growing in office and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his friends out of trauma's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrious stammered as he looked at the sphere of power in Baltoh's hand and the brightness level that was bending and warping around it.

"My most right and grievous charm ; Celestial secrecy. The power in which to take away a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what chance to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the Demon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade Shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his thinker, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the former Demon King in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a ball-shaped perimeter with a radius of five miles radiated from the spell, severing that space from realness. The sphere quickly began to shrink, compressing all the subject within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a gawp hole in the cosmos and the fabric of space and time. Tenebrous gave one final roar of terror as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the subject trapped within it. Defying the legal philosophy of physics, it continued to shrink, crushing all the matter beyond the point of black hole material and shrinking until it was pocket-sized than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and consistency, Baltoh turned to the flaming can and sat down. The tongues of fire brushed against his skin and dress like the fur of an animal, causing no harm. They barely even felt rattling. Sitting in the Throne of hell, he took a deep breath and thought back through his hale adventure. It was done, there was still work to be done in the pits, ingenuous souls to lay aside, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery kingdom had been defeated and the race of monster would soon be extinct. The straightaway past tense barely meant anything, what was significant was the yearn term. Would he pick out the pot of Hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it potential to even rule them both ? Would he generate to Earth with Selene ? Was it possible to truly discover peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for tens of thousands of years and reached the levels of a god truly put away his steel and stop fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white suit of clothes, had a yoke of wings with sterling silver plume, and his ring was in the chassis of a crown of light. His hair was white-hot and combed back and he had a short beard and his complexion was a light tan, as he was of Middle Eastern parentage. He was walking casually on the empty space as if he was taking a stroll through the park and came to a stop beside the stool of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some clock time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jehovah, one of the earliest angel and the ruler of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should forgather at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the pot of snake pit 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 sin 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 principle that your pilot homo souls were sent to pit in the first place. It is because of me that grinder have been burning because they acted out of jurist. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my binding on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of goodness that does. You meddled with the earthly concern of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let wars and religious belief burn out of controller and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the potty with his bivouac finger's breadth in front of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the world because I realized the mess I had made and wanted sustenance existence to be able to shape their own life. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to prevail over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to arrive and impart equaliser so that the war between ignitor and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprisal when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to abide angry at me ? I sent Selene and molly to let you know that I had forgiven you for the misunderstanding you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its clock time to let the past stoppage in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much metre ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. Past, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the nuisance that I've endured. You've led a spoiled life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to free their hatred. Very well, go on your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the Throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a smattering of debris and melted quarks that were hovering in the zero gravity."This all started because of too much incumbrance in some lieu and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to maintain order, so to start, I think I'll implement parliamentary procedure. That's all you need to know old man."

"Funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Divine mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the Scheol do you desire from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still involve to grow up. It is time for you to do to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realms, too often anger and vehemence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its world were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to bring order and residuum, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the quiet in battle will stir the animate being and cause it to go through you and wrench 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 wrong ambitions.

You've gone through a great alteration, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's prison term to change who you are as well."YHWH said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the Throne of Hell with his fount 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 pes and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when genus Selene tackled him. The tearful lulu crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her strength. Her Holy Writ were impossible to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how care she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her silklike hairsbreadth. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh number and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the incline of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my affectionately sweet Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laugh.

rosemary finally let ago, letting mollie show her caution. Like genus Selene and rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hired man and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the last to congratulate him, and he did it with the warmest smile he had ever worn."You were once my swan enemy, but you are now my not bad protagonist and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's oddment."Michael, of all the garden angelica, you have always been the one with the strongest will to bump off evilness and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the toilet of Hell to you, so that you may govern this land and take sure that evilness is never allowed to maturate again. I trust you to realize Hell what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a soft kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, mollie, and Rosemary reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on Earth since their departure, and Earth was still in a frenzy as people tried to cipher out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ masses of earth, get word my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the language of those who heard it.

A new rippling pulsed through the worldly concern 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 get it on what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in hell. With the help of the forces of Shangri-la, I have slain the monster and his realm now lies in ruin. A great alteration has arrived and the power of darkness has been brought to its lowest gunpoint since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the flack of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will vomit up this world of the evilness that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the sinner and Heaven to rewards the virtuous, I will remold this reality so that all good masses can live in peace and happiness. I will end the corruption, the warfare, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in return is your good will towards the the great unwashed around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a virgin heart and dear human action. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your somebody of evil, then this macrocosm can finally become a utopia.

No matter what religious belief you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are equal in my heart and have the Sami opportunity and obstacles to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means nothing to me, only your deeds and your firmness to make this reality a wagerer place for everyone will dictate your place in the next world. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and iniquity, but together, we can make believe this human race into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a prospect to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this clip, the greatest hazard of all has been given to you. We can finally rue for the crimes of the past, we can finally bask the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future will be even greater. This is our chance to cleanse this world and reacquire the true will to exist and desire to do undecomposed. The meter of bother and hatred is over, the time of judge has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's respite and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburb of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunlight and new air. Behind him was a blue-painted star sign with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an senior twosome with chocolate-shade cutis were holding hands and with smell of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the lounge with her parents and hugged them. various minutes later, she stepped out of the theater and walked over to him, her physical structure shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Green Mountain State, Molly was having a similar conversation with her family, while rosemary was busybodied addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they take it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful grinning."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to leave you your privacy."

"It was backbreaking convincing them what I had said was unfeigned, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armour, flank, and celestial doughnut for them to fully think me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my death, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at simplicity 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 sure how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two former women,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two cleaning woman. 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 locomote. Are Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosmarinus officinalis is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the Earth. I did everything I could to keep back from forcing any sort of religious or ghostly belief on hoi polloi and to only implement requirements for good human activity and effective behavior, but much of the humanity is still rebelling. I might have to put on a true display of mightiness before they finally accept my pattern and devote up their selfish sins."

"well if there is anyone who can spew the world of its evilness, it's you,"genus Selene purred as she wrapped her limb around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few courteous hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the face of the terra firma, the two lovers rematerialized in the very center of the universe, in a bright nebula of all coloring material cascading together with billions of whizz glistening in the screen background. Clouds of hued gas as large as solar scheme wafted past them like natural language of flaming, more beautiful than a human mind could perceive. Baltoh and Selene were naked, genus Selene without her liquid state metal flank and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or warmness in the vacuum of place, they were both completely resistant to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, ineffectual to mouth without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this head, billions of twelvemonth ago, that the universe was born. From that initial twinkling, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and perdition later budded off from it like cubicle. We are in the selfsame heart of all macrocosm, what better place to hold love ?'

Baltoh began to buss her neck, with each touch his lips against her peel sending wafture of pleasure through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'genus Selene mentally said while she tried to think through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a warm smile. ‘ Not nearly as a great deal as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lips swirled together like oil and weewee, they reached out with their tongue and let them enfold around each other and probe the inside of each other's oral cavity. Even though he had lost all of his Demon characteristics, Baltoh was able to change his physical anatomy to make his knife as long as he wanted. While genus Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth branch and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the star topology in the universe positioned around them like witness, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, genus Selene released a silent scream of mental euphoria as Baltoh's Energy flooded her soundbox, letting her glimpse into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the small-scale atoms to the largest coltsfoot, all with equal pellucidity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indefinable feelings to slack to a drip, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't reappearance to the biography she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his finger against the side of her brass, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. calm air yourself and trust in me. I will collapse you everything you desire and more.'

With their brim interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every vista of her existence with the aureole of deity, allowing her to glance into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another property. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the intensity of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glimpse into his world and making her thinker cry out as it struggled to witness a way to describe the bliss and felicity she was feeling.

Taking a slow, stabilize calendar method of birth control, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in quad, their lips having yet to fully separate from their candy kiss. As it went on, Selene could feel her psyche getting used to the god-like feeling and became mostly immune to it, regaining her clean-cut sense. As Baltoh's zip surged through genus Selene like a blood blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their energies being released and orbiting around them like debris around a asterisk. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and more of Baltoh's index flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an sense of balance in damage of might, moving to the same level of existence.

Casting aside their baron and living side by side of meat in the same grade, they shed the notion of the energy entering and exiting their physical structure. In the neo space, they felt only each other's physical forms, just like the first time they made love. His subdivision wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect speed and touching all the mighty places. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his spinal column as he drove her barbaric with his cryptic stab, not needing any of his ability to rouse or pleasure her. ventilation deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the belief of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to detect Christian Bible to line how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her mind and grant her a view of the realm of the Creator, the variation between the two whiz offered no vantage in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to find a description, not only for the unbelievable feeling of being so close to the charwoman he loved and the opinion of her lenient spot, but also his love itself, the love he felt for her. No issue what he came up with, whether it be an full book of poetical gold dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his feeling for her or using the cosmos itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly express his love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lip and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in genus Selene at a thick and unfluctuating calendar method, the two lovers lost track of time, for time itself was bending around them as their vigour were released in greater and outstanding intensities, forming an standard pressure of raw baron that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and genus Selene ended their buss as they each experienced a coincident orgasm, so powerful that it affected their nous as well as their torso and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave unsounded moans of happiness, the star around them of their muscularity closed in on them, being channeled back into their soundbox and minds. Defying her perspective of reality, the sensation she experienced with the billow of power surging back her judgment surpassed the original look that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while churchman, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of walking on air that flooded him like tidal wafture of light. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching universe completely, for the potpourri of energy contained both their fondness and individual. Neither of them could even evidence if they were still alive or all in, as the seventh heaven they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a fanfare as smart as a whip as the Big Bang itself, the might was released back out in a radiant supernova. spin and peal, clouds of their get-up-and-go flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radio Wave. The power and mania of the spate was so mighty, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable amount of fourth dimension, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and Selene still hovering in the core of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stared deep into each other's centre, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a indulgent kiss.




The End