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Chapter 1



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

Up at the very top of the Empire nation Building, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the Lady Jane Grey sky. From this heartbeat, a glowing orb came into existence, resembling a crimson light medulla oblongata. It was not bright or mightily enough to suck care 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 proximity 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 sizing while becoming darker in shade. Initially the size of a human fist, it began to expand into an undulating erect phonograph record as large as a dinner table. There was a back photoflash and the disk became still, having completed its transfiguration. It became self-coloured like glass, with shifting hue of red swirling within.

Joseph Black mist spewed out from the freighter of the disc, 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 deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous curtain of red igniter was a choir of agonizing screams and cries of pain in the ass, pouring out from the astuteness of the scarlet light. Were the weather condition clear, the multitude down in the streets would instantly stare up in horror at the informant of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover up their ear to try and protect their individual from its ravaging tone. The speech sound radiating from this dark apparition was one not meant for deadly ear, a sound that was never intended to be set liberal upon the earthly concern. Only through the purifying drumming of the pelting were the mass of New York spared the mind-scarring Greek chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the center of the disk and a fantasm came into purview from its profoundness, like a sea beast slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a figure stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the radio tower on one foot. The figure was a marvellous young man with a lean but muscular form, garbed in brown boots, grizzly sloppy pant, a black sash, and a black hooded shirt with a singlet. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary bead corduroys and two metal trammel. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blue center that could almost glow in the darkness, and hidden under his hood were two car horn that protruded just past his haircloth line and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a electrocution annulus came into view, hovering above his pass, as well as four monolithic annexe that grew out of his back. Each was more than twice the size of it of his dead body when fully unfolded and stretched, with the bring down set of offstage resembling bat flank but with scales instead of flesh, and the upper berth wings like the wings of an eagle, but were blank than pearls. Protruding from the cover of his pelvis was a prospicient black derriere with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed Stinger on the end like a butcher knife, but with a tearing barb. His fingertips were armed with trilateral hook that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His figure was Baltoh, and his comer was an omen in every sentience of the world.

The crimson portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the metropolis, standing on the tip of the tuner towboat and wrapped in his offstage. His brightly grey heart scanned the city below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his last visit to the human cosmos, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



genus Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her center focused on the book of crossword mystifier in her bridge player. Even with her intellect completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of day-to-day commuters and the erratic flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, yearn black pilus that was straight yet wavy, and bright immature eye. Matching her sweetheart was her hourglass figure, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and pair of second joint that were toned with muscular tissue, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each stone's throw. Her figure was a miscellany of good cistron and a nearly religious veneration to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing black high-healed place that gave a very sexy tap with each stone's throw, a black-market skirt that tightly held to her smoothen thighs, and a tan business organization coat with her handbag hanging from her berm. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential tabloid of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

genus Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific affinity for the mental exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to crowd herself to her limits. She was always searching for a challenge, something to fall apart the irksome modus operandi of life, it was why she moved to New York in the number 1 blank space ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a kiosk ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to work without putting down the crossword puzzle book or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"several of the contestant cheered in proceeds, glad for the minuscule small-arm of support.

"information !"she exclaimed with a grinning as she finally caught the Logos she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her purse, she quickly scribbled in the intelligence before pulling out her cellular phone 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. Walter Reed passes by, you'll really have to get on your knees and"beg"to save your job,"her coworker and good friend warned jokingly.

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

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're correctly on that one. Relax, I'm just one mental block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirtiest puddle any second now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter word for a high school maths form ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red eyes. The creature was brusk than an adult human but much Thomas More mesomorphic, with retentive powerful limbs, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony wings with scaly form and slender membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal font, a swishing whip-like shadower, and jet-black skin that was covered in bloody scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its jaggy teeth burned the stone with the speech sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wings with an abnormally flash thump, like the beat of an antediluvian war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the ground, completely invisible to all individual centre. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its annex to their full sizing and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. 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 urban center, the beast tried to hold in its excitement and thirst for blood. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the human beings of the living in all of history, and here, there was Thomas More nutrient than its deranged mind could comprehend. Looking down, creature spotted its first dupe. On the roof of a nearby situation building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

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

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a disconnected cry of pain as profligate streamed from his mouth and his organs spilled out onto the floor. The man fell absolutely to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly disseminate across the rain-soaked cap like a spoonful of oil across the surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with relish, tearing through the torso with its claws and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of intestines like a spaghetti strand, a bright flash of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in painful sensation as its severed wing and arm fell to the storey with thick lineage trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the tool with a meter-long steel in his hired man. The handle had no safety and was a half-foot longsighted, while the single-edged blade had a very pin down chassis until the halfway percentage point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to weigh down the end of the blade for enhanced hacking and slashing. The steel finally tapered off to a stabbing point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the steel would either be ravaged by eighteen inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted fish by the hook-like boundary, cleaved by the wide weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall welcome naught from me, traitor. I was born of pain and malice, and there is nothing you can do to cause me talk."

Baltoh's flaming halo flared up like burning oil and the White feathers of his upper berth annex stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the Old Nick, your quiet will accomplish nothing. I will come up him and destroy you all."

With a dark roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with opprobrious smoke billowing from its claws like ardour. With footling campaign, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's radiocarpal joint before its talons could reach his typeface, then severed its hand with only his grip.

"You should roll in the hay that your forcefulness is nada compared to mine, but it does not surprise me, after all, you are just a lowly Gargoyle."

The creature staggered back in excruciation, and before it could revenge, Baltoh aimed his palm at it."Angel Art : Holy Burn."

A flash of light was released from his palm tree with the brightness of the sun. The light obliterated the hell-spawn tool with a metaphysical impingement of holy fire, incinerating its soundbox while shoving it back. While the flash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely slip it for a particularly knock-down bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butchered remains of the slain man. He snapped his fingerbreadth and the ravaged torso was incinerated in a upsurge of Patrick White flames, removing every trace and not even leaving ash tree behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell tug of the Riverside Christian church, watching the rainwater pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing tailcoat. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were alike in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house true cat to lions.

Abaddon's body was very exchangeable to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like backstage, jet-black scaly shape, a long tail, foresighted talons protruding from the ends of his fingers and toes, and curled car horn on the top of his header. However, his physical structure was far Thomas More humanoid, with long limbs and ivory, a much straighter stance, more malleable digits, a muscular yet leaner and less bulky physique, a mechanical man human face, and even peaky hair. Secured to his wrists were two metal trammel and he was wearing a annulus of armour plates around his waist, interchangeable to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't work if we lose another. Not even I can face him in fight the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain secret, but I need to flow so that I may go potent enough to press him. If I feed on enough person, I may be able to at least live on showdown, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her Good Book of crossword puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the dark of the city, it was in all probability that the Brobdingnagian puddles and blanket of water supply would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually obscure. For even though the rain had stopped, the thick cloud remained and they refused to allow the moon to smooth. With so lots moisture in the urban center, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if unmanageable to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

genus Selene walked this street twice a day to and from employment, so she had no worries. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk home. Not to mention the fact that the can of mace she carried in her purse was strong enough to run the eyes out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a stretch of sentence so small that she couldn't even think of something to compare it to, Selene's humankind was suddenly riff upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the audio of a crackling rale and the opinion of getting stabbed at every centimeter of pulp in her body with hot irons while battery acid flooded her vena. Her wooden leg buckled under the excruciation and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple sleeve with brutal military group and dragged into the nearby alley.

"shit, that Taser worked like a charm. The bitch isn't even screaming,"a class part laughed.

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

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

"darn, she's decent piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some immediate payment and deferred payment cards,"the second one laughed.

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

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

"Unless you're begging for my dick, you had better shut the fuck up…"the showtime growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's good for you."

Looking through the lead of the stinging smack, Selene's eyes widened as she saw the syncope light glinting off the leaf blade. Like his tongue, the dim light was reflected off his tooth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the leaf blade into her neckband. For the brief second, the tip of the blade was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly common cold. To her relief, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could breathe out, her assaulter yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With weeping streaming from her eyes, Selene cried out in infliction as ancestry trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her breast from the attacker's malicious and inapt removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and panty and the endorse attacker went to work yanking off the shredded remains. Selene shivered in brat and helplessness as the cool air fanned her bare thigh and firm breasts. Her pap were now the size of finger's breadth articulation from the cold air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"smell at those sweet titmouse of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little tweed would seem great on that dreary skin,"the third base attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of cash into his sac and throwing aside her purse.

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

Her howler was cut short as the assailant's blade was plunged into the side of her belly, cutting through her without any drive. The pain that shot through her was so excruciating, she lost all control over her dead body and judgement. The pain inflicted to her with the tongue lodged in her flesh was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With blood slowly filling her rima oris, her soundbox became limp while her attackers just laughed.

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

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the alley. The deep phonation was as open as glass and the very sound of it shook Selene from her dying daze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before he continued, four tumid wings grew out of his back, with the feathers along the edge of the upper wings flanged like the quill pen of a porcupine and the lour bat-like backstage honed to the sharp condition of a steel. With descent oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the solid ground with blood pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is nothing compared to mine ! fiend Art : Incineration Flood !"

An extravasation of red and black flame surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every piece of trash to rear into the air. The grim flame surged down the alleyway, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their pes. Completely ignored by the attack, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by waves of black and red fire washing over them. Their wearing apparel were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their torso, their musculus were shredded as if by a centre grinder, origin streamed from their carcase as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their organ exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were nothing but charred skeletons. As the upsurge faded, so did Selene's stage on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the nuisance of her wound, Selene slumped over and passed out.

kick aside the nigrify skeletal frame of the rapist, Baltoh walked over to genus Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hand over her defenseless soundbox."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

genus Selene's whole body began to glow as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her hide. Her stab wound began to close down, her scrapes and contusion disappeared, and her organic structure stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a minute of arc, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to line up himself analyzing every inch of her defenseless beauty, moving his heart slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his rear end and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a forget varsity letter, Baltoh read her public figure and speech, memorizing the localization of the apartment construction and the exact unit. Hooking the purse to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her spine and the other under her stifle, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked trunk while being careful not to grave her with his claws.

Holding the cleaning lady in his weapons system, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been geezerhood since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his racetrack like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his bureau and a happy nervousness, something that he had never before receive with his frigidity heart.

Realizing how much time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realism and spread his wings. With a single knock-down flap, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the metropolis. With her long lustrous hair brushing across her nerve, genus Selene was brought out of broad unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelid slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's font, unsure of if what she was seeing was rattling or a dream. What she did know was that he was very liberal and she was common cold. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her munition to celebrate warm.

With the parky moist air kissing her bare cutis, the sleeping genus Selene shivered in Baltoh's limb. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overcome sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his entire macrocosm, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life story had been nada but anger and the desire to off Gargoyles and demon. His own liveliness meant nothing, except that he would not be able-bodied to keep on fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to realize why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embracing, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body oestrus. He even wrapped his miserable annex around her to keep her protected from the frigid malarky. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his building hard-on, something that further confused him, as he had never felt intimate magnet for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the fire relief valve by her unit like an bird of Jove reaching its draw close. With genus Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the paries as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the floor with unparalleled silence, he retracted his wings and gently laid genus Selene in her bed.

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

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

As he looked back at the icon, he saw the manifestation of two eyes in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his blade materializing in his clutches. He came to a catch, blade in hand, staring into the centre of a white and browned cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The puppet's eyes were fully dilated to take in all possible light, its tooshie was swishing from position to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its piano mitt. But the feline's military capability was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more than disarray than ever before in its life, sensing a immense torrent of different vigor in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his steel 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 city lighter from outside were cast upon her discase beauty like a spider web, illuminating her feminine figure. Her dark skin caught the illuminate beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her physical structure was rich in voluptuous curve, her incline and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long bland second joint, the lips of her pussy looked so delicate and soft, it was as if they were made of cocoa frosting and lacked even a single hair. Her full moon breasts gently trembled with each intake and going of air, and her nipples were set up from the blurriness and ticklish chill of each exhale. Her silky ignominious hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strands were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her backtalk glistened as she breathed, and her cilium fluttered with each sleeping shudder in the lids.

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

Murmuring the Logos shook him from his fog, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became intangible asset, about to pop off through the paries as if it were made only of light. As he took a step forward, Selene's centre slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the undimmed green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At to the lowest degree answer me this : are you an Angel ?"

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

Once again, Selene was voice asleep, completely peaceable, the feather locked tightly in her grip.



Two auditory sensation filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the coloured laughs of Abaddon and the agonise cries of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to impress onto the main row. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman before him had prospicient blonde hair and pale skin, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely nude and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

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

For over an hour, the young girl had begged the Demon to have mercy and stop, or to at least obliterate her and end the infliction. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this cruel night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evilness force play raping her was not homo, and while her sense of logical system screamed that he had to be, the young woman knew that it was no man using her in such a vicious way, no matter how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the torture and gaining force from her watery-eyed cries, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like holloa as he finally came, squeezing his dupe's hips tightly. The new girl screamed in agony and humiliation as the daimon dug his chela into her flesh and felt his semen flood her body, taking the seat of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more weeping scream as an ineffable burning flavour coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-grey semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her like acid.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an evil smile as the lady friend writhed in pain, crying from the dark fluid that was melting her from the interior out. Finally, just before last, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a hungry boa constrictor, leaned down, and crushed her skull between his tooth as he feasted upon her.

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



Selene bolted awake to the audio of her alarum, reliving the panorama from the bowling alley 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 humble scowl appeared on her face, something didn't feel right. She looked at her deal, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her ribbon had a thin coating of grunge, and looking over her body, she realized that her handwriting wasn't the only thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to change state off the beeping alarm and the blood in her nervure instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the E. B. White feather on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to make out from a mere dame was impossible. Just the size alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her billfold, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, Selene called in sick to cultivate, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a rain shower and washing away the poop from the skittle alley and the blood from her harm, Selene sat in her living room with a cup of coffee, watching the morning news. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A brutal scene was discovered this cockcrow by legal transfer trucks handing paper. Describing the feel of burning sulphur, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the scene of an burst. The bulwark of the adjacent building were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three dead body were found.

We go to you live at the picture, where the constabulary has allowed us to view the incredible destruction. I warn you, the undermentioned footage is quite lifelike and viewer delicacy is strongly advised…"

The screen went nighttime for a consequence and then the view was returned. Selene spewed burnt umber across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the gravel feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of horror. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that the bowling alley they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The tv camera zoomed in at respective points, showing the damage of the plosion. It was a miracle that the building themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the dupe, and Selene had to fight with all her strength not to throw off up at the sight of the wriggle black skeletal system and the horrible expression of agony on their char faces. The screen door then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the muckle of the grim skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identities of the three victims and the cause of the detonation. They were willing to remark on the strangeness of the event, as there were no account of any loud noises, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so much destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the testing continues, no chemical residue has been found at the website. They can't find any evidence of an genuine dud exploding or any traces of acid ; all they have uncovered is a tumid total of sulfur."

With wonky hands, genus 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 street corner of an billet building with his oral sex in his palm, mulling over the previous Nox. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the senior high sixties. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a phantasma. He didn't want any beguilement as he pondered his next pic and his previous one. His annex lay draped around him like cover and his whip-like barbed ass lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his finger's breadth through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the unlike aesthesis that filled him when he gazed at genus Selene in her bedroom. 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 off Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her nude form tightly… it replaced the fires of ira in his essence with the fires of passion.

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

‘ To be capable to interact and even shoot down a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would require at to the lowest degree two calendar week to roll up enough mogul for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal combat injury would be unimaginable to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his infantry impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or crossing over is having less touch. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head as a pocket-size pop flared in the back of his mind. He could feel a rush in Demon zip and it was compressed in a unity entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through spirit level upon level upon level of abandoned railway burrow and sewer lines, moving through unanimous stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing trench below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally eat at rats had inflicted damage to the concrete body structure and formations.

Peeling the muscle off of the lop arm of dead tyke, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his foot."How the sin did you find me ? !"

"You may be able to cover yourself from the eyes of humans and the light source of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was be the olfactory sensation of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead bodies around Abaddon's human foot and the multiple teeth and claw marks."I've let you roam unblock in this world for too farseeing, now you die,"he growled, forming his steel in his hired man.

The Demon began to laugh and held out his mitt. Bursting from the flesh of his decoration, a line of bones resembling a spinal anaesthesia column reached out and interlace together into a meter-long pole. A cheap cracking sound echoed through the chamber as the spine began to warp, being crushed by an invisible force and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long sword of a exclusive solid musical composition of bone, with the spinal ridges acting as Brobdingnagian serrations.

"Don't underestimate me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The painful cry of these puny human being, they're so beautiful, the sound of the bod being torn from their bodies and their blood being splattered across the rampart and flooring, the sight of the inadequate girls'teary faces as I rape them to death, and the taste perception of this resplendent feast of agony… it's unspeakable !

I've been tormenting these wuss since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain in the ass and their consistence. And I must say, living human beings taste so much more toothsome than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… undecomposed. Now I've become far firm than I ever was in Hell, strong enough to even face up you !"

Baltoh maintained his chill conduct and held up his hand in front of his font."We'll see about that. backer Art : Repairing Barrier."

A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty feet every second. The growing bubble of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to exposit, passing through the walls, level, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a c meters in every focusing, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its management. The pillar instantly shattered into millions of pieces and crumbled to the primer, but before the detritus could even begin to get back, the pillar was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a elephantine single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's hold open this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring torrent of melanise and Stanford White energy. Darkness was streaming from his disgraceful bat-like wings and luminance was streaming from his pearly eagle-like annexe.

Abaddon gave a booming laugh and pointed his sword at Baltoh as Black person flames surged up from the reason around him."Very well, but I wonder just how longsighted you can lastly before you have to fall back to unleashing your broad power."

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







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee table began to spin wildly, with a glowing evaporation wafting up from the silklike strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the mesa and stared at the feathering as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline aurora became more rivet and force, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the plume as if it were in a wind burrow. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its tail. The feather began to flip, with the tip changing direction by only a millimetre of so with each shift.

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

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



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

‘ Damn it, why is this conflict still going on ? It is true that he is far stronger than any normal ogre, but I would normally end a conflict like this in lupus erythematosus than a arcminute, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my judgement or my vigor. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all distractions out of his mind.

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

"daimon Art : shadow Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of light of dark push erupted from the tip of his pincer like a comic book scoundrel's colossus death ray.

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

Shaking the whole tunnel, an ornate gateway of solid gold burst from the tunnel in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a Brobdingnagian neon sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the eruption, with the shadow energy ineffectual to even occur between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal to Hell opened and a massive skeletal system mitt reached up, grabbing the monster with its crushing bosom like a man grabbing an action figure and ending the iniquity pulsing blast. With the radio beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Shangri-la spell and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a grievous holloa, Abaddon swung his backside and struck the bridge player, shattering all of the pearl and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough fourth dimension to block Baltoh's upwardly slash. The two blades met and the devil was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer world power behind the slash, crashing through layer upon level of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his impulse, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty subway political platform. The chamber had two subway system tracks with a twin melody of pillars on the program between them, a farseeing staircase leading up to the street on one side of the chamber but was blocked off due to revive needing to be made to the weapons platform, and a paries with a dozen payphones stood on the opposite word wall. The chopine was on the rattling outskirt of Baltoh's original roadblock, meaning that if they moved any gamy, 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 fling through the concrete and causing junk to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his sense of direction and find Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping Harlan Stone and crashed straight through one of the words of column like a wrecking ballock through Styrofoam.

Coming to a catch, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to immobilize an execution-style stroke from Abaddon. The two enemy stared each early down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching sound of the straight-razor-sized vane on Abaddon's sword grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smiling. With more than twice as a good deal strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his sword, while the monster was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to guard himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his chest cavity and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the Demon skidding back fifty feet. Abaddon struggled to stay on his substructure with inky line dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his tenacious tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's throat, strangling the fiend. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the brain of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the story with enough force to make a thirty-foot volcanic crater. He released the demon's pharynx, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his feet, Baltoh delivered a devastating gripe to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so much force that even the pay speech sound he didn't crush were destroyed by the shockwave and the unit depot nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the Demon, about to present the final exam motion. Dredging up his power stage for the attack that would hide his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the strait of somebody coming down the stairs.

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

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

"It's you, it really is you,"she gasped with a trembling breathing space.

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

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

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

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

"Die betrayer ! monster Art : Dark Pulse !"He roared.

All the rubble on the base was thrown aside like scraps of paper by an trip fan as a jet-black blast of dark energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dense beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying enough power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his blade and deflected it with the edge, defying all natural law of physics and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the blast burned a hole through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in terror as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying high above the marvellous buildings in to a lesser extent than a endorse.

With the attack saturating the atmosphere with shadower vigour, dark storm swarm began swirling around the black-market column. Down on the metro political platform, Baltoh was pushing against the clap with his sword, desperately trying to block it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his steel and direct it in a dissimilar direction, the blast would bang down onto the city like a cleaver. In the nictation of an eye it would subscribe to to exchange the direction of the blast, a huge scar could be carved straight through several miles of the city, possibly killing hundreds of the great unwashed. This radio beam was far more powerful than a convention Demon's !

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



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

He was leaning against the table with his wing retracted back into his trunk, in purchase order to hold open from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the simply face of his coming into court that he could change. His hook, bum, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding resolution, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to stimulate himself invisible in order to get there without being noticed. Outside, the city of New York was like an overturned anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to figure out what it was. There were already dozens of news avant-garde around the area of the eruption, held back by a line of police military officer while anti-terrorism broker and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the closed chain of crew, christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the domain and the flak was a signal that Judgment Day was at hand. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should take killed him without any difficulty, but for some cause, I just couldn't put my full campaign into it. I gave him the chance to get out when I didn't just skip over the combat and end up him off. But it will necessitate time for him to go back, and hopefully by the meter he is inviolable enough to actually do anything, I'll be capable to track him down and finish the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

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

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

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

"Or a freak ?"she asked, moving her heart down to the inkiness scaly wings.

"I'm both ; half fiend, half garden angelica, more mighty 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 existence, there are three region ; Heaven, this world, and Hell. In Eden there are the backer and garden angelica, on land there are mankind, and in hell there Gargoyles and Demons. holy man are deceased intent that have sworn their allegiance to Yahweh to fight on his behalf against the personnel of iniquity, and garden angelica are created by Jehovah 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 Hell, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of Fire through the anger and hatred of people on terra firma. While they are completely free of actual someone, they are the phantasm equivalence to Angels, but when an Angel pin from the goodwill of Heaven, it can turn a Gargoyle with a soul. During event like wars or racial extermination, there is always a massive surge in the issue of Gargoyles spawned from those negative touch sensation. However, in shoes on world with an unnaturally high-pitched horizontal surface of pain and hatred in its chronicle, very washy Gargoyles can take shape, while still being far more muscular than even the cruelest human tone. Most often, when you think of hellish possession and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a whole other level of power from Gargoyles, with the conflict being compeer to the difference between holy person and Archangels. When psyche are in hell for a farsighted enough full point of time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and minds crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient organism. There are stallion field in hellhole of black sand from the ashen remains of the ivory of broken souls.

However, there is a special form of ash in that concoction, a part of the human soul that is… ponderous. It is the tincture of malevolent that lie within every psyche, the darkness that drives people to sin and commit crimes. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the consequence they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a maven, the crushing weightiness of all the malefic deed of conveyance and their weight unit will draw the clayey particles of ash together and form a fiend, spawned completely from the spite of immorality someone and lacking even a I man characteristic early than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an hellish animal and the duskiness it would set loose.

"The other kind of Demon is a fallen Archangel, which means that its major power of brightness level are converted into the might of darkness and they become servants of the dickens. You can tell which Demons were originally archangel created by Jahvey because they are much more calm and harden, being of a single judgment instead of a toxic mix of century of spirits."

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

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

"You mean you were originally a fiend ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very dissimilar and unique commixture of souls, specifically the souls of people who committed murder in the name of justness ; police officers, Templar horse, executioners, patriots, or even mere men killing the bastards that raped their wife or daughters. Jehovah doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the mesa with his eyes downcast and work force balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. Selene felt a mysterious iciness in her marrow as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of trillion of people, tortured for eons by the minions of the demon for bringing jurist to the world through wildness. We were sub, yet we were cast aside and punished for our acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so neat that it dwarfed any other Demon's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike devil that sort from the hatred of life history and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to polish off and kill the force of darkness was so powerful that I was able to come alive from the pain and hate of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many person as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my nascency clearly : opening night my eyes for the first of all sentence thick below the ground of the ashen arena, coughing on the dark land that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the trounce pressure on all side. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my android body and the monster characteristics. I continued to burrow through the dry land, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my clawed hand broke through the surface and I managed to tear myself out.

coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the pitch blackness fields of ash, breathing heavily for the first time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hades and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my manpower and finally realized that I was a Demon. The second gear after the realization came, so did the warmth and desires of all the man soulfulness that made up my consciousness. The desire to destroy evil was so sinewy, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a beast of infernal region right then and there, but there I was, a living devil ; the very symbol of darkness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened side by side ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smiling and turned away from her."I took my own aliveness. Sitting in that contraband Sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my cosmos right then and there. At least in my death, I could put down evil and bump off one scourge from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingerbreadth and plunged my claw into my own centre, ending my life.

Selene, never in the account of existence has a Demon ever committed self-destruction. By nature, they are too vain and too desperate to get others suffer to ever end their own lifespan. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the Bob Hope that they can do miserableness. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own existence to that I could at least destroy one piece of immorality, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme is what allowed me to get what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this daybreak. As my punctured heart came to a stop and the last-place flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a trice in my psyche, brighter than a million suns. Through sin, I had achieved merit, the Saami level of merit that Angels needed to achieve to go Archangels.

Just as Redeemer was resurrected three days after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy muscularity flooded my body with the desire to destroy evil acting as the bridge between iniquity and lighter, allowing for a synergistic counterweight that kept me from being destroyed by the transmutation. With the power of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my nervure, I slowly got to my ft, transforming every second. I shed my scaly fiend peel for a humanoid physical structure and flesh, grew the backstage of an Angel above my fiend offstage, and gained a annulus of red region, all while keeping my hook, bottom, daimon annexe, and the power of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new dead body, completely enlightened and worlds apart from demon and Archangels in terms of intensity and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a daemon landed behind me, having come to investigate the shining light caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the fauna attacked… poor people beast. Completely driven by instinct and using LE push than to snap my digit, I beheaded the Demon with the border of my script, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

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

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

"So if you're half Demon and half Angelica Archangelica, can you combine your powers ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same time. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the point that they look almost like the hide of a zebra, but they forever remain separate forces, just like oil and water system. It is impossible for devil free energy and angel vigour to alliance, they are too diametric of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the morning of the day I saved you, a Demon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the forces of Shangri-la have the ability to come in and go out 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 signify ‘ summoned'?"She asked.

"Gargoyles and daemon can only cross into this universe from inferno if they are summoned through some act of human sorcery, like a bunch of tike nestling performing a Satanic ritual. The process is actually very irritating for any apparition that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few clock time and pulled here against my will. The result is an shadow with significantly lowered exponent levels, so low that the lonesome actions they can take are extrasensory events like haunting the shoes where they were summoned. establish time, they become more and more powerful, eventually becoming strong enough to injure homo and even leave the space they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually cite a real demon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even kill multitude in an area, but demon are able to create natural disasters and even plagues, like erupting volcanoes, temblor, and tsunamis."

"So then does that stand for exorcisms really work ?"genus Selene asked, tilting her head to one side as she walked around the board 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 prognosticate the power of Yahwe to shun a monster back to Scheol, it is more like a summoning ritual for Angels, except that it only has to eviscerate their attention, as backer have the ability to fall through dimensional barrier. Consider yourself lucky that demonic entities are incompetent of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the force in Heaven that you need facilitate destroying a diabolical entity or wickedness mortal. Making their soundbox invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Archangels will arrive and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely vehement and destructive, so backer answering the birdcall of dispossession always arrive in groups. One or more combat the entity or malign liveliness, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the issue from outside viewers, and another to protect the ones performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their lesion and alter their retention. entire city block can be annihilated in one of these engagement and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of death. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their power to stave off acknowledgement by the worldwide public. They will wipe computer storage, rebuild anything destroyed, and even pull wires the media and cyberspace to put down all theme or video of the incident.

When it comes to ogre vs. Archangels, the battles are waged using ancient spells and conjuration that focus the several Department of Energy of the two scrapper. Being a hybrid, I can use both heaven and Hell spells."

"But why do the holy person make themselves invisible ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they stimulate to alter people's storage ?"

"After the death of Redeemer, Jehovah decreed that holy man and Archangels were to block all visible actions in the World of the aliveness. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as homo and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The forces of paradise barely ever come to dry land anymore for anything other than answering the call of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a different understanding. Whenever a hellish entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the lighter of this world. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at nighttime without too much pain or trouble, but becoming seeable in unsubtle daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you bed why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jehovah wanted to push the lack of faith which was born at the turn of the hundred. After almost two thousand years of war and suffering caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the public would be better off in the custody of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no religious belief. A world without religion is a far more peaceable world than one where masses fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was understood for several moments as she tried to think of another head."If hunting these monster and Gargoyles is giving you so much trouble, why don't you just ask the saint for assist ?"

Baltoh sighed."The backer detest me just as a great deal as the devil do. I may be half Archangel, but I was also born a ogre and am still half of one, not to name the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain full armies of devil in my life, they see me as a vast threat that must be destroyed. I have come to earth thousands of fourth dimension before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every clock time I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that a lot of a peril to the residuum of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't bother to hide that blast better will certainly come back to burn me when they show up, but frankly, I don't hand a damn what Yahwe decreed. I am the sum of one thousand thousand of people who have been sent to Scheol for killing in the name of Department of Justice. If anything, I blame him for my very macrocosm and consider him my enemy."

More than a moment passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at genus Selene in the turning point of his eye, Baltoh was trying to understand what it was about this human that had piqued his curiosity, while Selene was trying to sue everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last two dozen hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

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

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

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is zip compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your power ? Is there anything early than hatred within you ?"she asked with the slightest wind of sadness.

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

"So you can really do nothing more than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

genus Selene then gained the humble of smile, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just kill those rapists in the skittle 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 conflict instead of just knocking me excursus, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholic face.

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

Baltoh gave a small 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 danger, I will feel it and be able-bodied to find you,"he said before becoming impalpable and walking through the wall, leaving genus Selene resting her Chin on her hand with a woolgathering expression on her face.



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

She was in the break elbow room of her post building, looking in low storage locker for any java cans so that she could do a fresh pot. The break room was like any early in the creation, with a demarcation of high school cabinets and low cabinets against the rampart, a small fridge, dingy firing, a table and a few chairs, a"stainless"steel sinkhole, and a bullshit motivational bill that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the counterpunch like a little kid, curling her long blond hair around her fingerbreadth. She was both the equal and opposite to Selene, with lucky hair, promising blue middle, and wan skin, but she had a fit build with voluptuary curves, the consummate combination of in force gene and countless time of day at the gym. She and genus Selene had been best friends since they were kickoff medical intern and were tightlipped than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a substantial shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single icon of it anywhere, not on the news, in the newspaper, or even online. Normally if mortal falls off their bike, citizenry have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost right wing in the center of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to interrupt a jumbled knot of a few fibril of her whisker.

The quarrel of her friend gave Selene a flashback of what Baltoh had said about Angels removing all trace of incidents and even manipulating the media.

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

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

While the coffee bean was poured, a balding man with glasses and a large handlebar mustache stepped into the break room."ma'am, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a minute Mr. Reed,"mollie said with a smile that was as fake as a politician's promises.

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

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



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

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to interrogate her current aliveness. After learning that Heaven, Hell, Angels, Demons, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to reckon she had seen too often to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to know more, she wanted to lease part in Baltoh's battle against the devil and just do something that would let her have it away that she had a office in the bigger world.

putt her purse on her desk so that she could at least keep her oculus on the feathering, she eventually managed to get some actual work done.



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of a skyscraper, completely inconspicuous as he gazed out at the city and tried to sense the vigor signature tune of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in snake pit, the grim spirits were keeping their powers hidden to keep off spying, making it side by side to impossible for Baltoh to piece them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a brilliantly pillar of light shown down from the sky like a beam of sunlight piercing a layer of thick clouds.

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

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

The words of the statement carried a weight and ominous tone that no other language held, as it was the language of the Underworld ; Hellscript, a idiom of Latin and a form of speaking that was very severe to humans. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their knees by crippling sickness. Speaking entire musical phrase like Baltoh had just done would have them to throw up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even pinna and eyes.

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

The Angelica Archangelica's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, baggy pants, a window sash, and a waistcoat over their long-sleeve shirts. The only differences were that his clothes were as white as his plumage, he didn't have a toughie, and he didn't have a pair of shackles on his wrists, though his did have the prayer beads beading chains. His complexion was a great deal tanner than Baltoh's grey pare timbre, and he lacked chela, a tail, and of path, a couple of Demon wings. His capitulum were pointed and he had a individual crease of red rippled hairsbreadth going across his top dog 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 verbalise to me as if we are friends, evil creature ! And do not poison the air with your night Hellscript.'

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

"You should view yourself lucky 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 honorable. You know as well as I do that my tycoon is existence apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both humanity of light and darkness, making me far inviolable than you could ever trust to be. Know your place, Archangel."

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, validation that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to mention the fact that you have the Lapp habit of getting involved with people as the night beasts that feed on misery. You have caused ruinous damage to the city without even eliminating all traces of your existence and consume even socialized and murdered humans. This is a criminal offense of the high-pitched lodge !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The jurisprudence of Jehovah mean zilch to me. Your king is a indifferent fool, at least I do skillful in this earthly concern. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"criminal offense"of mine, so either he truly doesn't forethought about globe or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright wink of brightness level from his palm tree and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The handle was of twisted atomic number 79 wire with a crimson pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to see like a duo of saint wings, and the brand was sterling silver but solid than steel.

"Say one Sir Thomas More Logos, and I will cut you down here and now ! The Demon and Gargoyles can hold off, but your death is long overdue !"

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized sphere of dark energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his power fingerbreadth."Then I'll fire a wickedness impulse straight into the city and obliterate the next three Roman mile of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern deep below the urban center with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in fear and botheration was a girl at his feet, xviii years old with auburn hair and blanch skin. She had her hands wrapped around her ankle, trying to stop the hemorrhage from her sever Achilles tendons. Abaddon had cut them to lame her and preserve her from running play, and he had threatened to cut off her hands 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 flashing of red Light Within popped about two m above the earth and held its course as a combustion sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the side. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony point to reveal itself. The two claw pushed against the sides of the sphere in inverse focusing, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional curtain, less than a foot long, and slowly showing more of their actual sizing. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the fiery depth of the small manifestation, latching themselves onto the edges of realness and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn border between Earth and pit itself.

At a meter in diameter, the DoI of the fiery drape seemingly fell away, revealing a combustion tunnel with shameful fog pouring out. The claw that were hooked around the border of the hepatic portal vein were the sizing of shoetree logarithm, and with each subject infinite that formed by stretching the hepatic portal vein, another claw would reach out and latch onto the edge, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven ft in diam, a devil leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breath. The Demon looked remarkably similar to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle body and characteristic, only he didn't have haircloth and his twisted automobile horn were more like the trump of a bull than a stooge like Abaddon. Like the devil, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor shell and had a metallic element shackle on each wrist.

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

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

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

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

Rimmon clicked his pitchfork tongue at Abaddon's tone."So lost. I know what my guild are ; you don't have to prompt me. But in order to do that, I need to know that you are following your orders as well. Why in the wickedness nobleman's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human host yet ? !"

"I've been waiting for us to all get our strength back after crossing over. The Gargoyles and I need to be in pique stipulation before we take action, just in caseful an Angel Falls or Baltoh shows up. I'm still recovering from my battle, so it will still admit time to retrieve my wide strength,"Abaddon defended before sitting back down on the boulder.

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

"I've only seen a few humans that would service as skilful hosts for our plans, but we don't need too many authoritative hoi polloi. Once we move forward, we'll just woof whoever will be appealing and then act forward with our plans."

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

"Hold on, I don't want us to protrude this mission on the haywire invertebrate foot,"Abaddon said with a smiling as he picked up the daughter on the basis by the back of her shirt and threw her like a discarded pelage. Rimmon caught her by the radiocarpal joint and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her soft flesh.

"These living human are so much more pure and intolerant to pain than the prisoners in hell, their screams of agony and humiliation are like music. Torturing this one daughter will give you as a good deal energy as eating five. She's a little gift to help you regain some strength."

Rimmon laughed as well, dropping the female child to the dry land and then kicking her.

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the daughter again, knocking her across the cavern base. The daunt sob dupe desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the trading floor, but was stopped and gave a agonise screech as Rimmon slashed her across the spinal column with his claws, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her chopped shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't shoot down me, please !"she begged of the ogre.

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

The lady friend gave another painful scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her doll and panties. Her lily-white bottom was now wet with blood from five deep slash. Wrapping his tail around her waistline, Rimmon lifted the miss up onto her hands and knees as he removed his prick, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed top dog of his spiny prick pressed against the untouched backtalk of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her flesh with his chela, Rimmon forced his fellow member all the way into her in a undivided cruel shove.

As the serrated phallus tore through the girl's Virgo pussy and completely shredded her maidenhead, she screamed so gimcrack in pain and chagrin that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasance. Rimmon groaned in iniquity bliss as he let his turncock become accustomed to the balminess of the woman's puss. Blood was trickling in a steady flow, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a cavalry, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an aim of that size moving through such a diminished and slopped chess opening is like using a jackhammer for a surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a approach big lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the genial strain of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's hard to decide whether the genial pain in the ass was the enceinte or physical pain.

Licking his rim, the Demon pulled out of his dupe, forcing her to cry out just as gimcrack and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the gibe at the brain and ridges scraping against the bleeding gash. The trickle of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped hand and drank it like it was philosopher's stone of eternal youth. With his grip on his anguish striver tightened, Rimmon forced his shaft back into her brutalize kitty-cat. This metre, the girl did not shriek in agony or humiliation, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The nuisance and genial scarring was so intense that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's snatch was decent and loose ( or ripped give like an old skid ), Rimmon began moving back and forth, pumping her with his bulging genus Phallus. The young woman was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable anguish that was burning inside her from the shank. The only way she could describe the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chain saw, and in her head, the tormenting thoughts of her slain sept, her stolen virginity, her defile purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked haemorrhage trunk played like a repulsion motion-picture show that she could not look away from.

The overrefinement dupe's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be suddenly, that the unbelievable blood loss was making her delirious, and that her entire lower body had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only half functioning.

After twenty minutes of the savage torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his unseasoned victim, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so cruel and laborious that it had broken her hip, ripped her surface, and shredded the flesh inside like grass under a dope whacker. Her kitty looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to bring up the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her back talk opened, her oculus glazed over, and her mind almost completely unopen down.

perception life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his cock into her indulgent mouth. As if woken up from a bad aspiration, the girl suddenly became state of nature and tried to tug the Demon away, but could not free herself or remove the phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the hurting from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's dick still in her backtalk and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the girl's gorge. The brutalized girl gave one final scream as the acidic slime began to incinerate through her outspoken cord, but quickly became unsounded as her arteries and spinal cord were the next to go. With her headland being severed from her organic structure, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the nauseant off his putz, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the lowest clock time he had such a keen fuck. Redressing in the roman soldier-like skirt of armor collection plate that all daimon wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some utterly people and a few bread and butter ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was strong and gay as common, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as haste over was brought through its casual birth. On rampart Street, Occupy protestors were waving foretoken and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in volume and elbow grease as the stockbrokers chief executive officer rolled by in the back of their limousine, tired from a prospicient day of hoarded wealth hunting.

No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the bunch with a bottle in his hand. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the hooter. The man stepped up to the picket wrinkle set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's individual growled as it saw the perfect target.

Holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the attack and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the gang. Just as the realization 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 light the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the hollow nickel-plated nothing refused to give off more than than a few sparks.

Giving up on being capable to illumine his cigar, he closed the nada, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flaming across the surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's end was not necessary. The street was already erupting into pure pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating hoi polloi at random.



A possessed loaded man of affairs stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an temperamental nervus facialis twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human body. With his traveling bag in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to calm her Down. Clutched tightly in her manus was the neb for his lunch. No tip had been left keister, only a Federal Reserve note saying that servant should learn to bring food faster.

It was a small movement, one that really cause any damage. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive infernos of anger and gall. alike note of hand were being left across the urban center as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The damp night was filled with the auditory sensation of atomiser paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge messages on world control surface in ruby. The refinement of the red and the way it dripped down made it attend like each one had been painted with a blood splutter. The messages were affair like ‘ GOD hatred FAGS ’, ‘ kudos ALLAH ’, ‘ THE Book IS OUR Constitution of the United States ’, ‘ IT'S THE albumen HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER planetary house ’, and there were even more than than a few swastikas.



indignation boiled in the metropolis with the rising sun as citizenry would take the air to their cars and notice that their tires had been slashed and the side of meat had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the target of this vandalism, both democrats and republican. As people struggled to get to work, the vast cascade of dysphemistic subject matter that had been spread across New York were in the cognitive operation of being washed away by dire street cleaner, trying to wipe out them before the hatred spread.



genus Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her spot, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the shift way. With her script on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two woman talked in hush vocalism by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrifying, I throw up every prison term I imagine it,"one woman in her early 1950s tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

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

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

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

"rakehell covered the walls and almost all of the nestling showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the city apart to find the tiddler that were taken ! I can't even suppose what they've been forced to digest, those poor shaver !"



A candle flame vigil was held in every religious construction throughout the metropolis, as well as in strawman of City hall, with people praying for the base hit of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the city, the state of affairs was already getting outside attention. Completely unaware of the force at work, the the great unwashed prayed while the devil and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough forcefulness to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disembowel stiff of the kidnap children. Already a tumid puddle of origin was forming in the empty parking lot from the slaughter consistency. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of panic, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"angel Art : Ultimate penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the charm materialized two enceinte wooden crosses on the Gargoyle's backs, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with decent violence to shatter the paving, and even though the monster interbreeding were only laying on them like fallen trees, they could not sneak so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their torso had been multiplied to the gunpoint where their unholy bones were about to snap.

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



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

A bash on the threshold drew his tending and one of his Hades stepped in, trying to help sort the sight out."Mr. city manager, you're going to desire to come see this."

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

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

Once of the police policeman picked one of the sheets and held it to the light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a just look at it."It's an American English flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of city Charles Martin Hall, completely insensible by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep jape as he held out his hand. With a snapshot of his fingers, the integral pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of awe, watching as the pin burned.



One by one, the column of human civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the total groundwork of club to collapse.



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

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

A shadow shifted across her nerve, causing her to spread out her heart and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her windowpane with his wings extended outside and his quarter curling and swishing behind him."undecomposed morning,"he said with no verbal expression.

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

"I wanted to moderate in on you. I haven't been so deep in thought with my hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to defecate trusted you weren't in danger or anything."

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

Selene was wearing zilch but a shameful flip-flop and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her wide-cut breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could feel a very unattackable sensory faculty of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet busty figure. As common, the strength of these touch sensation of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the posture of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his foreplay, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to pull up a pair of denim out of the lower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel loanblend a jaw-dropping purview of her perfectly sculpted keister.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her total yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian ecdysiast to shame and could recoil a quarter across the room. Her black lacing thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if despairing. Feeling the hybrid's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her metrical unit into a duad of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the waistband being dragged tightly against the binding of her legs, the way a the Great Compromiser sculptor would drag a string across her existence in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the back of her second joint with her ass resting on the waistcloth, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to clobber his lips and keep his composure as his rushing blood began to lucubrate 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 tank top in bridge player, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me naked, so there is no reason to be discrete,"she defended while raising her arms to err on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his peter stir as her breasts seemed to dilate with the analogue top of her blazonry."So has your doc, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his will power. genus Selene swung her head from side to side, straightening out her long whisker."glad ?"she asked with a wry smile.

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

While it wasn't a smile, Baltoh's grammatical construction lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his wings back into his consistence and wrapping his long tail around his waist. As he stepped through the threshold of her bedchamber, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the halo is mostly just a symbolical illusion of my archangel status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the public around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of Light Within, see ?"

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

"So tell me, do you have any computer storage of the mass that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural mention just alright,"she asked while setting up the coffee maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the paries and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time soulfulness in the pits crumble to sprinkle, they've already undergone so much agony that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the memories I get are of mass's normal in their casual lives, like their apprehension and aspect of their civilization. While I don't remember ever meeting a physician or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this humanity comes from first-hand experience. I've come to dry land ten of thousands of times to escape from Hell when I am whelm and destruction is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the intellectual nourishment chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Hellenic that sought to raze the city of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an public executioner in 16th C Anatole France and behead criminals, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old western United States, among early things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"Time in the pits moves at a much faster pace than in the human humankind, a single day here is an integral year there. It's concentrated to secernate just how old I am as Hell has no seasons or annually alteration, but due to the particular date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

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

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. devil and Gargoyles can eat human being build in order to regain their strength, but Angels and Archangels do not require sustenance. In fact, we never have to"ease ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather minuscule. The universe of discourse of it is just as tumid as this one but the name ‘ Hell'denotes both the intact realm and the one area that is actually occupied by human and diabolic spirits is a 1 satellite in empty space. 95 % of the major planet Hell covered by a sea of flaming that burns for all timelessness, but there is a place known as the Isle of the Damned. It's the only landmass in all of Hell so it's the only when billet with alone residents, and it serves as the entrance the major planet, where most of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zone, which each zona corresponding to a unlike sort of prisoner and different kind of punishment. The zone are divided up not only by the seven Deadly Sins, but by other factors and geographical factors. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing agony and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their pain. I consider myself golden that my foeman don't have that trait. Even in Hell, existence with Angel or Demon energy are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of condition and those who meant to do skilful. felo-de-se victims, wedge that have committed murder to bring justice, and even people who committed crimes completely by fortuity. Unfortunately, the majority of the people in Hell are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

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

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

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

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

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

"I do know that my foeman are causing it. I've been investigating the prospect of these kerfuffle and I always find the swoon scent of wickedness. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over human race and using them to provoke stress and cause chaos, though it has already gained impulse and no longsighted requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the intelligence, but a woman just threw a blinking bottle of petrol into a mosque while it was full of citizenry. I got there consequence after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled slayer. I hold no self-reproach in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : spiritual fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudice views ( I'll probably kill them later ), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political preindication, and I've already found three all in bodies."

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

detection her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a nonparallel murderer that takes the lives of guiltless people. My name means"righteousness"in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of wickedness of trillion of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to induce trauma and clear others suffer, I use my hatred to end the curse they inflict and bring the DoJ that must decree. hatred is like flaming, in that it can destroy all in its course, but my hatred is like red region, in that it incinerates the unjust."

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

"To be true, I have no clue what the devil 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 motility while they bring some program to realisation. I can't track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their index with plenty energy for me to sense or their human horde are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't detect them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

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

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

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

Baltoh gained a uncommon grin at her stubbornness."Have you always been so defiant ?"

"Always. Like almost kid, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little bratwurst. I was always trying to push myself to my limits and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that tree, you'll fall ”,"I don't guardianship if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll tripper ”. I was a well behaved child, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one hulk psyche challenge."

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

genus Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old chamber full of my trophy, not to mention honor from other school grouping. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to poise homework, sports, school clubs, and a social biography. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the substantial and better I became. I was like a knife ; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's grinning grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had couplet boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn't final stage. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could expend my living trying to climb like a cliff boldness or translate like a Holy Scripture written in Latin."

She then leaned over the board with her chin resting on her hands."I wish I could give these head. You've spent your whole life story fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven't lived like a unconstipated person, and I don't want to ask about the biography that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her lowly grin.

Baltoh rested his chin on his helping hand the Saami way, looking into her optic."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 past tense to possess a future, you only want a demo from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the tidings passed her lip, the man and the hybrid both became tacit, staring into each other's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increase of measurement so diminished that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their back talk parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the board, landing between them.

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

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

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

Baltoh mirrored the smiling on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the paries and levels of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the flack escape of the edifice across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a morose grin.

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



Selene and molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sun. Deep in the backdrop, the sounds of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the metropolis, but the car park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with multitude, all trying to relish the nice weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the far-out dream last night…"Molly hummed as both adult female leaned back in the terrace with their eyes closed, trying to pawn up as practically sun as possible like a pair of dozing cats.

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

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

"mollie, we agreed never to talk about that Night, remember ?"she hissed.

"Hey, you seemed more than willing and well-chosen at the time."

"Yeah, because we were both drunk. Remember what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three months and I almost throw in the towel my job because it was just too unenviable to be in the Lapplander building."

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

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it. It took me 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 daggers shooting from her eyes, but no matter how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very titillating montage of memories in her intellect, and those memories were beginning to make her arouse. Already she could palpate her kitty-cat dampening and her dead body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her firmness to finally break and a flashback to deluge her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the cubicle labyrinth with a half-full plastic cup and a large lurch. This was the last time they would countenance hard drink, and for expert reason. The situation party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol stratum rose with the lateness of the eve and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and more than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to babble to. She had already wandered around virtually of the building, but there was one place she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. John Reed's government agency door, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly chief. She did not hear the moans or flesh clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whines of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss'chairwoman, her blouse open with her blazon across her bare breasts, her thong and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her legs ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"Molly, what are you doing ?"genus Selene asked in work-shy interest. The busty blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the room access !"

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

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

genus Selene was completely unaffected by the sight of her booster's lily-white D-cup breasts, landing strip-flat belly, placid second joint, and wet shaved puss, and mollie seemed literally clear to showing her everything. Without alcoholic beverage in the equality, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping ethanol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

Selene was dumb, letting her eyes wander around the part before inevitably coming back to her abandon 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 girlish giggle.

crossway her legs, Selene sat down on the floor like a preschooler at story time. Molly spread her legs and only now did genus Selene look a smidgin skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

mollie handed her the vibrator."I just call for you to exercise this in me, just like a sleep with car. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a simple favour, like helping me rouge my kitchen. Just help oneself me get off, it's not like I'll tell anybody about this. Come on, you would facilitate me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and Forth River at the toy and the pass around sassing of her friend's pussy, hungry for delight. A component of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favour for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into molly. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to move the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Walter Piston in molly, the sweet juice of her twat ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's fingerbreadth. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash out her helping hand, she could sense herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasure on Molly's beautiful side, the shifting and jiggling of her breast as her organic structure trembled and she pinched her mammilla, her insipid venter rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on exhibit.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the angelical sense of smell of her Friend's pussy was making her body tremble with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any form of attraction to women, at least no more than a rebuff curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a pinch or arousal when molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly ample quantity of cleavage. Selene often found her regard wandering when Molly was around, stirring her cancel curiosity. And she had to allow that the symphony of molly's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own puss wet as well. After just a couple hour, she held the vibrator tightly with her full manus and was working it in her champion with rapid pep pill, making Molly yowl and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

"Oh my god, you actually lap up your own juices ?"

"Of course, I am delicious !"

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

Selene's whole body became unbending as the phallic toy was forced into her sass against the dorsum of her pharynx, nearly making her puke from the sin of her friend's flavor. She tried to draw away, but mollie was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. Molly truly was a predominate sot, but even with tears rolling down her face from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too tope to feel anything but joy at the yummy oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"neediness some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her intimate desires gaining inertia. With a smile, Molly got down on her articulatio genus and began working the dildo in her bitch, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one English while genus Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blond's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another level of fluid, then held it up and the two womanhood began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At first it was the tenuous accidental touches, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their rim, 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 shakiness of pleasure between her legs to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the sable goddess continued to snog, their mouths salivating from the hot pants they were feeling. With a smile, mollie put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on genus Selene's shoulders, she laid her booster back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nix but her high heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"Molly purred as her foresightful blonde hair's-breadth hung down on Selene's look, contrasting against her blue skin.

She leaned down and pressed her rim against genus Selene's, slipping her lingua into her friend's mouthpiece and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lipstick shades blending together, Molly grasped genus Selene's deal and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, genus Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening night, tickling mollie's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one mitt, mollie pulled off Selene's bird and panties with the other, revealing her own slit, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless osculation. Both woman began moving as mirror range, fingering each other while their clapper basically formed a reduplicate helix. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and undid Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugs burst free from their textile prison. Molly moved up past tense Selene's headland and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's tit in telephone line with their faces.

"Come on, suck on them,"molly said coyly as her rear tit hung just inches above Selene's face.

Curious, slavish, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her back talk around molly's teat, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in physical seventh heaven, but in the cognition that she had bent genus Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the benefit. Molly lowered her promontory and piebald genus Selene's areolas with her tongue, taking incredible expiation in the sense of taste and feel of her piano flesh.

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

"I've wanted to lick your honey pot ever since we met. cum on infant, you can't say that you haven't wanted to do the Same,"She whispered, shaking her ass from slope to side. Selene did not reply, as she was too randy to even speak.

number 1 pulling her long blonde fuzz out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the swampy entranceway to her cunt, making genus Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her head and buried her cheek in Molly's double-dyed ass. Having never done such a thing before, genus Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to delight her as molly's smooth ass impudence were clenched against the sides of her face. Molly gave the Lapp groan and continued to go down on genus Selene, essentially turning the two women into a livelihood yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on genus Selene's wet pussy, mollie purred and hummed from the gustatory sensation alone as she sucked up every delicious free fall of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake morsel. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her glossa inside her booster the same way that Molly was moving her natural language in hers. She too was taking vast measure of delight in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the far-out exhilaration making her unit consistence buzz at the effeminacy of those delectable puss lip and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her aphrodisiacal 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 shake and growl in Selene and using it to draw forth more pussy juice to drink up. The role was filled with the sounds of the adult female's moans of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's petroleum. Licking her smiling brim, mollie got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's typeface so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's well-endowed ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control condition on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth in Selene and making her spread her legs encompassing, pointing her gamy heels at the ceiling.

"That's rightfulness, honey. punch my cunt,"molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene's smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

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

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

Selene obeyed with horny hullabaloo, pushing her tongue as far into mollie's shit as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of Eden. Molly gripped her breasts until the pale pelt turned garden pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as genus Selene's diffuse wet spit burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist physique. drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively yummy and her massaged pussy lips wanted the pleasance to never end, not to mention that Molly's flabby smooth ass felt amazing on the side of her facial expression. Her dedicated efforts were driving molly insane in cristal, making her wildness her breasts and instead rub her puss frantically, soaking her fingers in her succus before sucking on them.

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

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

mollie grinned in arousal and lied back on the base, desperate for a s course of delicious twat. Selene moved up over Molly's font, but in the vacate management when their roles had been dissimilar. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her punch her pussy. The second molly started, Selene was moaning in euphory, feeling a much greater pressure sensation on her tender backtalk as Molly's spit worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the shank down from the unbelievable pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling mollie's chest, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on genus Selene's pith, mollie retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its intromission, Molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the notion of the toy shaking every single cm of moist flesh in her slit and the soft deliciousness of genus Selene was almost more than she could palm. Before long, Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to experience what her booster had experienced. She changed her position, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the content and practically dove into Selene's tight asshole, flirting her clapper in and out of her anus while relishing the gentleness of genus Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so good. observe licking, keep licking it,"genus Selene growled as she rubbed her pussycat and hungrily licked up the juice, while trying not to light off balance.

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

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not realize what she was supposed to do, so mollie took the initiative. Nearly scraping Selene with her luxuriously heels in her excitement, molly interlocked the two fair sex's legs. Very gently, the liquid lips of their pussies kissed, making the adult female purr in kinky pleasure.

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

Smiling and licking their rim, the two sweetheart began rubbing against each other, letting their twat back talk aggressively osculate and smother each other over and over again. Their moans reached new storey of intensity and tone as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that dark. rippling traversed their vitrified smooth bodies as their thighs clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual candy kiss. As their bodies moved in musical rhythm, they each reached out and knead each early's bosom, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several minute of arc until sharing a cooccurring orgasm. Their pussies were as soaked as dish parasite, covering each other and exchanging their succulent succus, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like dogs in the summer from their sweat. Their torso were both covered in a glistening film of effort, saliva, and vaginal succus, catching the lighter and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

Catching her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her hired hand in the wet admixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the Fountain of spring chicken. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to actuate up, licking the swither off genus Selene's delectable breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived genus Selene, and she could finally palpate the effects of the intoxicant 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 au naturel body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her recollective after the party to recall everything she had done, every… single… point. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at to the lowest degree for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy fling, and while 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 experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her finger between her peg, Selene often found that her dear orgasms when memories of eating out mollie slipped into her phantasy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a charwoman was one of the greatest new experiences in her liveliness, one of her personal preferent"challenges ”.

This undeniable delight was probably why Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained expert acquaintance. As a great deal as she denied it, in her subconscious, the only cause why she never took Molly up on her sexual crack was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any promote. Though as the retention flashed through her judgment, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some place from molly so that she could make her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare center from which they had killed one-half of the shaver and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candle, notes, and photos of the drained and missing children, while the street was covered in trash and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a sendup could pack billet and what sort of world their shaver were living on. The street was completely discharge, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their bodies invisible to hold open the light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mime and licked his sassing."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the tiddler was a overbold move, as now the man of this city are fill up to rioting from veneration for themselves and their loved ones and anger that this was allowed to go on. I don't know which is more delectable, the flesh and stock of those children or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my power at its level best stratum and this metropolis acting as the perfect rearing ground of malice and distress, the exclusively way the variable could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a curse inhumation solid ground while torturing a few toothsome human being,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his forked tongue.

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

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

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny break up hired hand."The blood of a youngster, for a slight superfluous luck,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a belittled red pool on the ground.

"daemon Art : horror Obelisk Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed manus down on the puddle.

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

Spreading his offstage, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the root of the dark world power point he was sensing.



A ululation wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of rakehell that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten feet in diam with the two Demons at the very edge. Negro lightning crackled above the membrane and a large trace could be seen underneath the burning vitrified surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten backer appeared. The men and adult female were dressed in Patrick Victor Martindale White monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not for sure if my hazard just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an concern fight."He cackled, holding out his sleeve to his sides. A sickening sliding strait emanated from his articulatio radiocarpea as two blades of Shirley Temple Black steel burst out of the book binding of his hired hand, analog with his weapon system and each protruding to a greater extent than a metrical unit past his fingertips.

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

With a swinging of his steel, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their power to summon a repairing barrier around the surface area. Normally it would cover only about a hundred feet, but in this face, the illusionary dome had a radius of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his plan of attack with one of his blades and aimed his exempt hand at Michael."fiend Art : Dark pulsing !"

A colossal focused beam of ogre vitality erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the clap. The DoD brought him to a dead layover, but with his blade, he was able to break open the beam and one-half and fend off them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering blast, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the eruption, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the loan-blend delivered a devastating bang to the daimon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a edifice, bringing the bodily structure crumbling down like a firm of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop over the rite, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the brand with one of his nipper and was about to counter with a shot from his stinger-like tail, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a scourge spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could tie in, he and Michael were run over by a torrent of grim flames, slamming into them with more power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. midst swarm of dust and Mary Jane billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the onrush and were currently burning with the grim flaming.

With a powerful flutter of his backstage, Rimmon zoomed across the way of life of end and into the dust cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his leaf blade. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the debris cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the daimon's brand with their swords.

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

The intact street was lit up as a wide but center prosperous laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the daemon as the equal and inverse of the Dark Pulse trance. But just as the magic spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his daimon wing. Sparks flickered off the open of the steel-like tissue layer from the bang of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the hybrid could retaliate, Michael placed his mitt on his foe's wing and shouted a patch."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Art : Holy roar holler !'

In a blinding blink of an eye, 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 edifice succeeding door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another attempt, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slice across Michael's chest and sending a dab of stock across the wreckage of the edifice around them.

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

In a tear second, the entire city pulley-block was riddled with lustrous glowing crevice before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden blowup, so sinewy that it shook the urban center of New House of York and formed a mushroom-shaped cloud cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning ritual while the ten saint that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to retain the barrier from shattering under the merge business leader of the three fighters.



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



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

Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen transcript of the annulus of halcyon lightness, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the rings of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and loan-blend.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ monster Art : Fe whiplash !'Rimmon called.

Stretching like rubber, his tail extended to several fourth dimension its own duration and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his shadower wildly, Rimmon deflected the gloriole, sending them down into the city. The rings of lighting sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut kettle of fish in building and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, archangel, and ogre were now battling around the Chrysler edifice. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to keep the battle from destroying the metropolis, and had even called in strengthener to protect, heal, evacuate, and take the memories of people in the field of honor and repair the wrong. Already, the holy person had removed one-half of the people in the domain, and none of them would call back a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angel Falls been called from Heaven to suppress such a high up floor of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downward cleave of his steel. With his superior power, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the primer with the edges of their blade screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one hired hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."backer Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A rich snap boxed everyone's ears as a convey bolt of lightning of golden energy was launched from his digit, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a true focus. It was not true electric automobile lightning, but it had standardised upper and power.

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

A brilliant flash of dark Christ Within 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 Ray, its penetrability came at the price of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning of lightning could walk out Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the garden angelica spread his wings.

"holy person Art : Enlightenment blink of an eye !"

In a blinding video display of radiance, every feathering on Michael's wings lit up like a miniature genius, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to materialise, Baltoh wrapped himself in his backstage, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected shot. Just like before, the vane bounced off the control surface of his wings with little more than a passing exhibitor of sparks.

Baltoh opened his extension once the spark faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming prime into a mysterious crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass pulverization, filling the air like junk. Michael's eye rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness from the annoyance of the wallop, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to piss a lethal strike. Without any effort, he swung his brand and knocked the blades aside the instant the Demon came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a right kick to the daemon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a pocket-sized crater forming every time he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically unseeable, Baltoh caught up with the skidding Demon 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 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 flak. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to dig Baltoh with his quarter like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to avoid the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred beat away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the archangel's slash with his bare hand. Like the rope of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's buns snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural strength, he flung the garden angelica towards the side. Michael crashed into the front of the Chrysler Building and drilled a jam straight through it with his torso before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the column. Regaining symmetricalness in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the kettle of fish blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire shotguns full of birdshot, his wing began launching hundreds of feathers each second, with each one glowing with a white aura and packing to a greater extent king than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm expression on his fount, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were unseeable, even to the nearby Rimmon. A all-embracing deluge of arc flashed in forepart of Baltoh as he deflected every I plume that would possess struck him. The rest of the pointer peppered the priming around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized volcanic crater and kicking up swarm of debris and smoke.

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

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the leaf blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of vim from his nipper, razor fragile and faster than lightning. In a single bit, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his virgule. Cut by the Demon's tone-beginning, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the full top-third of the edifice slid cleanly off the diagonal cut mark, with Baltoh rightfield in its itinerary.

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

Moving so fast that he was unseeable, Michael flew down to the street at super speed, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred meter from Baltoh with Rimmon on the early end. The monster and garden angelica both pointed their index fingerbreadth at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his stead, they shouted their spells.

"ogre Art : Dark Pulse !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of condensed tail energy.

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

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

Balling his helping hand into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was tatty than a jet engine. Carried by his interpreter, an expanding house of cards of bloodless and black baron rushed from every column inch of his consistency, annihilating everything it touched like the first off microseconds of a nuclear plosion. Both attack splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock and roll, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon middleman with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to fly for his life story as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a Swedish mile in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the explosion slammed into him like a flame avalanche, peeling away his flesh and consuming him.

The Angels manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to keep the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside universe, but even they couldn't book binding up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the intact city of New House of York with unparalleled intensity level, shattering grand of windows, knocking citizenry off their foot and nearly sending them flying, ripping index lines to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city to throw off violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the swarm above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundreds of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as 100 more arriving from Shangri-la at that very mo, were using their powers to revivify the orbit as it had been before the fight, basically turning back metre so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman hurrying, they put back all of the empty people in the claim same location that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any memories of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to mistrust a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar common sense of dread blastoff through his creative thinker like an galvanising current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon's powerfulness, as well as the powerfulness of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.

"But my mission is not dispatch,"he cursed before spreading his offstage and flying east towards the source of the minacious presence.



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

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a windowpane, letting the flaming of Hell burn mark without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the public of the living. This Horror Obelisk shall wave the end of the world."

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombie spirit bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave accent. The aim was a towboat, ten invertebrate foot in diameter and forty feet in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbols. The base of the pillar was adorned with sculpture of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of unlike bones and limb. Near the top, a bombastic snarling Gargoyle side was carved in each face, all with the exact same reflexion. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one full point, above the very center of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation sound began to exhale from the obelisk, with multiple inscrutable phonation murmuring oath in Hellscript. The dagger began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the intonation grew in intensity. Above the city, saturnine storm cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colouring and frame and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the universe of the obelisk was sending ripple through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ill oppression, people throughout the city began to palpate sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the dreary malignity of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can exist in this world is all that I need. Soon our plans will add up to fruition, and the end of days will be at hand,"he said with a dark laugh before becoming intangible asset and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fists so tightly that line of descent trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of dagger was nearly overpowering to his Demon slope, making it difficult to suppress his violent urges. He despised these artifact for their artificially right influence, not to mention he found their mindless evil highly disturbing.

"How the hellhole was one of these summoned to the mankind of the support ? Only Archangels should deliver to ability to use their piece in different realms."

"Baltoh,"a mild articulation gasped. The loan-blend turned around, spotting Selene.

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with frigidity 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 constitute sure enough you weren't damage or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her voice weak and her eyes closed.

Being so close to the obelisk was taking a heavy toll on her torso, so much so that she could barely stay on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rarified grinning."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his weaponry. After brushing aside a lock of her tomentum, he held his taloned paw over her face."Angel Art : Laying On Of manpower. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid luminosity were running through her veins, genus Selene's body began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the dagger's metaphysical miasma and the second turn wrapped her in a thin layer of holy vim, protecting her from any further affects. genus Selene's eyes opened and she took a cryptical shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head word, trying to remove the last traces of grogginess.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her care, Selene followed him."daemon will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable force boost, not to mention it energizes the vicious intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an regular army of Gargoyles and set them let loose upon me, or strengthen the total darkness hearts of the truly evil man occupant of Hell to help them join together to form a Demon-level brute without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could drive the people of this city so uncivilized with rage and malice that they could rip New York apart like a plurality of rabid wolves."

All her sprightliness, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of care at trying something new and commove ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, mountain climb, that kind of affair. But being so close to this cursed tower, the fearfulness that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt alike at any second, something terrible was about to happen, or that the obelisk was live and staring straightaway at her, like a serial sea wolf before he makes his move. This crippling sentiency of dread and affright sent thrill up her spine and made her spirit like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's mitt, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding genus Selene's deal filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still have heavily minus affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with pure holy energy and try to hide 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 sin right beneath the tower. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the vena portae as if it had been set on a frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weight. With another snap of his fingers, he closed his fingers, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike fiend and Gargoyles, holy man and Archangels have the ability to enter and leave the three realms at any time, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make good sense. If they wanted to use it to increase their might when they fought me, then that other Demon wouldn't have allowed the fight to move so far away, and if they had some other intellect for it, such as to tone up their Gargoyles or get more havoc in this urban center, then I don't understand why they would just desolate it or not hide it in a place where I might not be able to feel their activities. They knew I would detect it, why would they go through all that endeavor to summon it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no intellect former than the act itself."

"Well maybe it was just drill. Is there anything else they can summon ?"

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

He was cut off as a quick spark of light caught the street corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's hindquarters flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon's quarry, Baltoh gave a furious boom and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could strike Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the eruption that ended the conflict. Almost every inch of outer physical body had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized veins, not to advert that his fender had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare assail this woman ? ! You will repent for your Demon hell, and you will bear the most painful Death that your wretched variety can experience ! Angel Art : last Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to break up his own tail so that he could break away, but before the act could be performed, a large albumen crucifix burst out of the basis behind him, measuring twenty foundation in height and eight understructure wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a holloa of terror as party whip with small-arm of jagged metal braided into the strands wrapped around his tree branch and torso and slammed him against the crossing, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless dead body. unable to move, Rimmon could do little to a greater extent than howl as a three large nails materialized, the beginning two driving through his palms and the 3rd piercing his ankles and securing them to the side of the briny ray of light. The final restraint came in the form of a crown of spine, which acted like a trammel around the ogre's school principal, tying him to the vertical ray of the crossbreed with stemma running down his face. At least, a spear leaf blade appeared before him and was plunged into the daemon's chest, piercing his inkiness heart.

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

In roaring flash, a bonfire of gilded flame flared up at the base of operations of the crisscross, reaching up and curling around the excruciation Demon. Already bleeding to dying with a ruptured marrow and no hide to encompass his lacerated muscles, Rimmon gave one finally ululation of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In LE than half a hour, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his soundbox like rip from a fatal wound, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her flaccid hand on his cheek. The gentle touch and stamp care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his consistency and removed the cobbler's last traces of strain from battle. But while this sweet touch sent waves of bliss through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of awe and jumpiness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The Night was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the background signal as cops sped throughout the city to reply vandalism and assault calls. Every Night, it seemed like the urban center was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more extreme with their opinion, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillars of Mary Jane were wafting from two burning buildings. One was a Planned parentage that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the former was a community center where an anti-Obama right-wing rally was being held, before some offspring democrat through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



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

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolution to fight back and off evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her gun muzzle my will and leaves me unable to struggle at my prime ? I should have been able to kill Abaddon and that early Demon with a snap of my digit, Michael should give been nix more than an annoying fly, and even with their big businessman hidden, tracking down my quarry should induce only taken one or two or three solar day at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hate, but why does every thought of her extinguish the fire in my soulfulness ?'

He held out his mitt, letting the blood dribble from the wound in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the bother in his hand, the thought of Selene continued to twiddle through his thinker, leaving him just as at sea as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his pass up as a unknown aesthesis zipped through his nous. It wasn't an spate in Demon vigour or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could smell something through the plume he had given her. It was meant to evidence him if she was in risk so that he could find her and aid her, but in all honestness, that had just been a supposition, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy forcible activity and a cascade of thoughts running through her creative thinker. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her consistency and mind would easily mime this, and after how Rimmon had tried to down her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

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

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's attack escape and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any homo, he stepped into her chamber without the slightest forcible commotion. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the blood rush from his body and syndicate in his cock.

Lying in her bed was Selene, completely bare and far from being asleep. Her rightfulness had was meddling stroking the noticeably-wet sass of her pussy while she was using her will hand to squeeze and knead her bosom, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the rest next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a article of furniture corner. With each hint of the moist lips that she made with her digit, Selene would give a soft coo of rousing and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

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

genus Selene's indulgent coos turned into a gentle moan as she moved from just stroking the mouth of her cunt to full insertion of her fingers. Moving her fingers in and out of her cunt, Selene writhed and stretched with her unhurt body trembling in arousal. With her allow for hand, she began squeezing her white meat more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her fingers faster and with more muscularity, sending ripples through her well inflect frame as she fucked herself with gravid focal ratio. Her moan quickly began to increase in shrillness and book and she even moved her left deal from her piano white meat to the edge of the bed, holding on for dear life-time. Finally, genus Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in enraptured gloating as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic juices. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throe of euphoria flooded her sable body. Baltoh's ventilation was leaden as he watched her finally get calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard hammer remained stiff 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 run down smile on her face, she removed her fingers from wet pussycat and held them over her fount. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her digit, sucking away the oil color from her body. Baltoh could not stop a oink from escaping as he felt pre-cum goo from the heading of his cock.

While Selene licked her digit clean and jerk of her succulent juices, she reached into her bedside board and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of a cucumber, but not as tumid as Baltoh's throbbing erecting. Rolling over onto her stomach, she got on her hands and human knee and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the lips of her slit with the dildo.

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a daimon ( a primal animal driven by animalistic instinct along with the malice of the past times lifespan that made it ), he was quite well-endowed but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a Demon, due to his garden angelica body. Being careful not to knick himself with his chela, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the tenor that had built up in his dead body. It was a unspoilt thing that he was undetectable to individual, as every drive of his hand made him grunt in relief.

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

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

"seminal fluid on baby, fuck me unvoiced,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speeding, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vim.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on it with 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 battlefront of the pile, while tying both ends of the scarf joint to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the hatful of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not descend free.

Using the push-down list of pillows to create room for her leg between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her snatch. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hands and knees and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

observation Selene's freehanded breasts swing and jounce each time she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could feel an sexual climax welling in his cock, the initiative in his life. Picking up speed, he stroked his cock as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, Selene gave a loud moan as she had her net climax of the dark and Baltoh nearly fell over as flow after flow of seminal fluid sprayed from the head of his cock and soaked the foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and genus Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift setup and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the special pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's succour, she didn't touch any of the semen that had landed on the foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covering fire and closed her eyes.

Dizzy from his beginning ejaculation, Baltoh leaned back with his psyche in his hands. She had done all that for him, that titillating presentation had all been to the thought of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the persuasion of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija add-in in the Alexander Melville Bell tower of the riverside church service, made from the skin from a womanhood's back with the numbers pool and letters written in blood, and the disk for communication had been carved from the brainpan of her unborn shaver. Both had been a very delicious snack. The Demon held his hand over the mass medium and shameful lightning began to pelt from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our missionary work. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my strength is no proficient. The test summon was a succeeder, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not carry on to the future stage with Baltoh around, as he will track down me down and kill me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in erratic and spastic jerks, the magnetic disc began to careen across the Ouija Board, spelling out the reply.

"savant Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as decoys while more than devil are summoned. We can only spread up one More threshold before you are cut off permanently, reach it calculate,"the disk spelled out.

"Another matter, Baltoh seems to be involved with a homo womanhood, as he has been seen making frequent arrest to the dwelling of one Selene Kurland. His power are unfocussed and he appears distracted. Do you have any social club or mesmerism ?"

Again the phonograph record began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him confused, so killing her would do zero but concentrate his mind back on you, not to mention it would trigger his rage."

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a scalawag from the fire flight of an federal agency building. As usual, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this time, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every time he blinked, the total scene of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his plumage pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a pulse erection as he thought back to it, and in the trench confines of his mind, he felt expectant sorrow for not revealing himself that nighttime, for not being open about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the upshot of the night roll 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 mental metamorphosis.

The way he saw it, he had two choice : he could either confront Selene and his confusing feelings, or he could stay away from her, polish off the delegacy, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him spew with jitteriness, he knew that there was no way he could just entrust 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 judgment to try and get the plumage he had given Selene, a loud commotion began to build in the scope, drawing his attention.



Selene and mollie were sitting out in the sun at table in straw man of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking iced coffees, and while Molly was having a plain stitch salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom cloud soup for the first clip. They often came here for luncheon, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turn that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been wrong ? You seem so distracted and aloof lately. You appear to be daydreaming more than an ADD kid in maths social class,"her ally remarked.

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

"All the prison term. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing love life alphabetic character that I never ring armour and now just put smart batteries in my vibrator,"she said casually, making Selene choking coil on her soup.

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

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

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

"Baltoh."

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

"You could say that…"genus Selene shrugged, realizing that she would throw to choose her words carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

"wellspring he… he's kind 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 resume her understanding of the hybrid.

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

"No, he just variety of grew up in a troubled home. But he is really freehanded and without a doubt, he's the most amazing and interesting guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interest about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could give her advice, a chorus of shouts coming from the adjacent street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the way of the sound, which had slowly been growing over clip but was now impossible to disregard, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

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

Cutting through an alley, the two women crossed over to the following street, where a full-on battle between the police force and a swarm of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and zilch could be heard but the endless shouts of fury and the sound of dissent signs striking debauch buckler. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every dissent group were robbing the edifice along the street as well as just in the area, using the excitement as a back for their criminal offence. Every endorsement that passed brought more riot cops and even more protestors.

With pellucid debauchery carapace and black Kevlar suit of clothes, the policeman were more than safe against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a trouble. The origin of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the nominal head of the swarm beat their signs and fists against the policeman'shell, desperately trying to stop through and stopping point as long as they could before being forced to withdraw, due to the nuisance of being maced and the trauma inflicted by the officer's guild. With bleeding faces and broken fingers, those that were ineffective to crusade any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic plates that were the copper and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few hour, a cop behind the roadblock would hurl a teargas canister into the crowd, while bricks and food waste were hurled in reply.

Selene and Molly stood in the back street, neither one courageous enough to jump into the fray and get the dump beaten out of them. This was a matured riot, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would start flying. Pondering what to do, the 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 tissue from her handbag and helping wipe the lineage off his unshaven nerve. The man did not react, only shook his head from incline to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"mollie asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a bench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to clear his throat and regain his mental bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal dissent. The fat fuck pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the whole thing into these teenager'faces ! One girl was scream… screech 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.

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

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

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and invisible to human optic, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his lips. He wished he had been given orders to snipe her, because he knew that she would be a wondrous fuck, not to mention a delightful meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so phantasy would have to suffice, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the cuticle of the belly laugh police like Iranian against Greeks, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the aroma of a sweet flower and basked in his incontinence. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the bacchanalia, and the results were improve than he dared ambition.

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

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their level best size of it and loudness, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able to sense the activity. Once the air in his lungs was iniquity enough, he exhaled, releasing a ignominious swarm into the legion of mass, with them completely unaware and ineffectual to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the smutty fumes rolled wildly above the gang, shaken not by movements in the air, but by the ire and furor that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"Demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would work quickly enough.



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

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



There were well over two c multitude now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough ire and hurting to spawn at to the lowest degree fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police force, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative energy billowing like smoke from a tire fire, the black mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable flesh 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 fang, hook, and wings began to grow. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very frigidness shiver crawl up her acantha, as if someone was breathing on the back of her neck opening while touching her bare skin with an ice square block. She wrapped weapon system around her breadbasket, suddenly nauseous and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, and it was close.

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

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



"tinker's dam it, it seems that is as vauntingly as they are going to get. If I wait any longer, that betrayer 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 eyes locked on the Demon and his Creation, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a fish just below the surface of a river.

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

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eye could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The thwart hybrid only had enough sentence to fork out a body-splitting recoil to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in one-half and splattering Gargoyle lineage in all focusing. In the time it took for Baltoh to see that Abaddon had escaped, terminate himself after delivering the kick, and try to figure out the instruction in which the monster was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with impulse alone to attain the edge of the city and had ended the while to hold back his power hidden.

With his whole body shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a diabolic roar like that of lion, howling in foiling. That beastly shout was so great in intensity that almost every window within a half-kilometer r shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living creature could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to attack genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his destination of gaining reenforcement and got away with it was the informant of his craze. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their life sentence once the huge difference in effectiveness became plain. In the pits, well over half of every Demon scrap resulted in his prey managing to hightail it, but this time was dissimilar, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the homo world, lives were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every fourth dimension I almost have him, and every prison term he escapes before I dig my claws into his warmness ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL FIND YOU ABADDON ! I'LL find YOU !"he thundered, causing his vitality to inundate outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its temperature reduction tank.

All the people below him were knocked off their foundation 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 building next to her, Selene tried to fight down the unstoppable winds pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

Baltoh looked up at the trespasser and released an animalistic snarl, barring his Fang. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut slice as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with relaxation, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a board saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the breast, inflicting a wounding that would be fatal to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf ball with blood pouring from his sassing.

With Michael incapacitated and no former interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to terminate. Below him, people were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, shoot gassed, peppered with break in chalk from Baltoh's yowl, and knocked off their invertebrate foot by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the sidesplitter fuzz were retreating after what had just happened.

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a pile of freshly slain corpses in the animation way of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to objet d'art, the windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the fauna the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each bit they took, their musculus grew in sizing and strong suit, and their grievous facial nerve characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

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

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

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an well-off chair in genus Selene's apartment with his fingers tented, waiting in the dark for genus Selene to come home. While his body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to foot the words he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his lifetime had he been so upset and so anxious, and all at the persuasion and presence of a mere human.

The clicking of a key being inserted into the doorway sent Baltoh's heart beating wildly in anticipation, working so hard that it felt like it was slamming his pectus as the door opened. genus Selene tiredly stepped inside, not even seeing Baltoh as she took off her coat and dropped her purse on the nearby kitchen counter. With a deep suspiration, she leaned against the island board with her pass in her custody, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her epithet gyrate genus Selene around with wide of the mark eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to capture her breathing time at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

"No, of course not ! I just… I was just trying to treat what happened today in the street between the fuzz and the protestors, it's all over the news program as the biggest 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."genus Selene, what I need to talk to you about, it's not about my mission, demon, 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 board, unable to contact her gaze.

"Selene, I was born of hate. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the craze and pain of heroes that suffered for eons in Hell, and I have lived my entire spirit for the single purpose of fighting and slaying malign. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a waterfall. I feel all my ira disappear away and I lose the will to fight for anything early than you."

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

"Not in my entire being have I ever been so at sea as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not cerebrate, because you occupy every thought that enters my creative thinker. Ever since I saved you and find out you, trying to keep my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever complete my delegacy and perhaps ever find comfort, I need to solve this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this dubiousness ; even if I can not properly name how I feel about you, do you feel the Lapplander way about me ?"

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

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

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

With her smile small but legal tender, Selene wrapped her hired man around Baltoh's."I don't screw how to explain it either. I've known you for only a calendar week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my warmheartedness and my body ache for you. I haven't developed notion like this for individual this quickly since I was a piffling 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 geartrain and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own bit and no one else's. True personal identity is impossible in this world, but I know with my heart and individual that you are the simply one who can possibly complete me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the concern things in the world, and you are practically divine in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the rattling sum of the universe. My smell for you are only equaled by my lust, as I know that you can satisfy every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to have a go at it the closed book that is you, and I want to facilitate you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"genus Selene, you are the one someone who has made me get it on instead of hate, and I now know what I want as well. I don't understand how it's potential for me to find this way, but I do understand that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her close. Selene reached up and gently brushed her soft finger against his brass, making the crossbreed shiver.

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their sass together, kissing for various seconds. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's hitch, nearly making him dork in surprisal but also hum in joy at the sissiness and taste of her tongue in his oral fissure. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own tongue into Selene's lip, shocking her and making her end the buss, leaving his long forked tongue hanging in the air like a Snake in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the physical structure theatrical role left over from his Demon giving birth.

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

After almost a arcminute of their lips joining like two waves and separating, the buss was ended, and genus Selene took Baltoh's hired man and led him into her dark sleeping accommodation. Inside, the exclusively source of illuminance was Baltoh's burning gloriole, casting dancing shadows upon every surface. Lying back on the bed, genus Selene looked up with a coy grin as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the legion cicatrice that pocked his muscles and the two car horn conceal beneath his hood. Pulling off his pant, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would anguish and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his hindquarters flicking like that of a cat on the William Holman Hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to undo the button of her whitened blouse.

"Be heedful with those chela,"Selene whispered as he kissed her neck.

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his mitt up, cutting through the button train of thought on her blouse with the hook on his forefinger digit, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could take a hook to it, letting her teat spring exempt like airbags.

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

Selene laid her head back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh squeeze and rub down the melon-sized cumulation of flesh, physically inspecting every centimeter of cushy hide, while of course being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes child, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked natural language suggestion her ring of color and his sassing wrap around her raise nipples.

He moved back and Forth between her bountiful knocker, wrapping his long tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of display peel. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensitive nerve termination to the point that Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in jubilation.

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

remembering back to his human past lives in full term of the relocation of intimacy, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his head, he dragged his branch knife down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely desperate for it, genus Selene stopped him to remove her skirt and moist flip-flop. With her genu on his shoulder joint, Baltoh held his foreland just above the soft wet lips of her pussy, which carried the faint aroma of the soap from her lastly shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a immediate poke that nearly made Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long tongue in between the lips like an appliance cord into a paries socket, sampling the odoriferous slightly-fruity taste perception of her juicy insides. He pressed his sassing against the gate of promised land, slurping on genus Selene's pussycat like he was trapped in a sweetheart and could only use his sassing to escape.

genus Selene could not contain her moan as she felt Baltoh get the bent of orally pleasuring her, making her entire lour consistence shake from the blissfulness. Her birdcall doubled in bulk as he fully inserted his glossa into her kitty-cat, licking her furthermost depth of her gentle interior and mixing his saliva with her succus. Selene basically had to prick down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual fury as Baltoh's long wet knife quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his mouth massaged and tickled the opening. She had her hand on the vertebral column of his head, pushing his typeface deeper into her sweet snatch and holding onto his French horn like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last fall out of his water bottleful.

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

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

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

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the fast exhale of a laugh. Using his clawed hands very carefully, he grasped the putz of his pecker and slowly guided it to her William Henry Gates of paradise, pressing the head against the moist, soft lips. Wrapping his hind end around the bed in tense expectancy, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect dick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his rear and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the unbelievable niggardliness of her kitty-cat, but after 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 wax insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his flank had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't intimation, as she could possess sworn the headspring of Baltoh's cock was prodding the hind end of her heart.

"Not quite as quixotic as I had hoped,"Baltoh said sheepishly, seeing the verbal expression on her nerve.

"No… it's ok. I've just never had anyone that big, and it will take a bit of time to get used to it. But think of 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 Selene trembling at the sudden mass remotion. Leaving only the school principal inside, he gave her a minute to steady herself for the next interpolation. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet twat, using her juices as lube. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and typo genius of sexual filling. Having buried his hammer all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing genus Selene to whir in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her tumesce bitch in a individual stroking, 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 right berth above her, he began working the prick in and out of her in long, steady strokes, making her groan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a fair speed, Baltoh let his body continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the unlike feeling that his turncock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the ineffable softness of each bulge, ridge, and plica in her puss. Finally used to his hammer completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an Opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingers into his back.

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

Changing position, he sat up on his cad and grabbed genus Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his speeding. With each knock-down thrust into his fan, Baltoh licked and chewed on his brim as he watched her tits spring and roll wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in rapture, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the building, and her groan of euphoria were replaced with a inscrutable gasping call as the read/write head of his cock slammed her interior like the tip of a jackhammer.

buns him, Baltoh's flank were stretching and waving like sword lily and his prat was writhing like a beheaded serpent on the flooring, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jolt tail and play with it.

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

She didn't need to land up speaking, as the subconscious mind movement of her hands to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The yearner that he was working, the more he could find his Demon side of meat being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was despairing 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 expression just inches from hers, all the while continuing to have sex her like a auto. Selene suddenly gained a very ravenous and agitate look on her face as she felt the modification in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant allele English taking controller and gaining the desire to both engagement it and submit to it. She raised her head teacher and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her dentition with a feline-like growling of pleasure.

"Come on child, I'm so stuffy to cumming, make out me firmly !"

"Yes my love,"he said before giving one last end run of her flaccid mouth with his tongue.

Moving his hands to her pelvic girdle, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knees, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman f number, slamming her cunt so arduous and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to continue up with her weaponry straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw king 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 ripe !"she hollered in exaltation as he took her like a stallion.

keister her, Baltoh was gazing at the rippling passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic clapping phone of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his leg and the base of his peter. The haphazardness was so inscrutable and hearty, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly recognize what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her rung ass bounce and ripple while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside thought and regard upon her breasts, which were swinging like the round of golf punching pocketbook that pugilist practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an coming that it was driving her crazier than a one C mosquito raciness, and Baltoh as well could finger the ultimate orgasm welling inside him. Finally, the two lover each experienced bone-shaking shaking pulsing through their bodies as their orgasm overcame them. genus Selene released a jubilate screeching that could shatter meth as her pussy became flooded with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roaring as he shot jet after jet of come into Selene, filling her up to the point that flow of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, genus Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gaping semen-filled volcanic crater. Baltoh was in the same state. Even after fighting in conflict that lasted for month without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to trance his hint. Holding her close, he wrapped his arm and fender around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a doubtfulness, that was the great sex of my lifespan,"she purred tiredly.

"beingness that was my low gear clip, I can in all Lunaria annua say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very scent of her hair as pressed his lips against the rachis of her ear."Is this what love feel 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 wings like a blanket. Little did they realize, that outside, New House of York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his rich sleep by a warm wet feeling around his cock. With a yawn and a tired hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy face in her middle as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a wear stretchiness and his smile grew wider as her soft clapper slathered the cock with her brim wrapped securely around the head. She then released the head and bickering on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a fully hard-on with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a ignition lock of her hair, thrifty not to scratch her face with his penetrating claw. genus Selene smiled and reinserted his humanity into her lenient mouth, pressing the tip of her tongue into the twat on the chief while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another banal moan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking one-half of his cock in her soft oral cavity with the promontory going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for various seconds, Selene took his cock out of her back talk and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful boob. The easy tegument felt absolutely unbelievable against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

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

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

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

"Good morning. How did you log Z's ?"she asked, kissing him on the forehead in return.

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

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

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

"well I've always practiced on bananas for when I would find the right guy. Plus my trump friend mollie is a schoolmaster in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me arrow. I'll be honest, I think I enjoyed it just as often as you did."

At her words, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was wrong, something that he had been ineffectual to notice before, but was now as clearly as it was pungent, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enwrap space. He could sense vigour in the air, both Archangel and Demon and vast amount of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's apartment building while she sat in her support room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking several recondite breathing space, sampling the vast cascade of light and dark zip in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of battle or destruction, but the deep DOE that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

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

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

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

"There was a battle last night, a big one. Whenever large numbers the great unwashed go missing at once, it means that the power of Eden and Hell faced each former and there were civilian casualty, a lot of them. There aren't any ruined building or craters in the city from last-place night, which means that the saint have been hard at workplace, repairing the damage and erasing memories so that no one would ever cognize. However, what they can not doctor is the death toll. terminal night, hundreds of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the struggle, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an tempestuous vocalisation announced.

Without turning away from the metropolis, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same Patrick White bird of Jove wings, but his facial characteristics were much conflict. While his hairsbreadth was blonde and cut shortly, he had various piercings through his direct pinna, his eyebrows, one through his frown lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The Archangel and Selene paid no attention to each other, as he was completely unseeable and inaudible to her.

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

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

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

He and Gabriel were in no way Allies, but neither were they enemy, only in that they didn't try to vote out each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat confirming force in the macrocosm, 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 near thing he had to a friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hades were you ? You come here from Hell to hunt these bastards down, and just when we finally postulate your assistant for the first time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other garden angelica want you dead, because you never make it very open which side you are on.

And her, what the Hell 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 maestro mean nothing to me. I do what I want and the forces of Heaven had better accept that they can do zip about it and should just be happy that I at to the lowest degree save myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no concern to you, so you better not say another give-and-take about her. I was in use finally night, so tell me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

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

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much power with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knee joint by the oppressive weight of that 1 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 Hell happened last Night ?"he ordered, taking the inconspicuous weight unit off Gabriel.

The archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon power and feasting on innocent people. They were far stronger than holy person and they were fast, causing vast quantity of destruction to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the hoi polloi of this city against each other, such a broad onset would only produce concern and mingle everyone."

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



12 time of day Earlier :

Abaddon faced his minuscule squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned storage warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their born sizes. Having spent the last few 60 minutes eating and torturing springy humans, they had feasted upon Sir Thomas More than adequate torment and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their intellect still remained barely developed enough to address and keep abreast orders, meaning that they were not twist enough to mold their energy into Demon Art, but they could unleash their power in raw unfocussed burst, easily up to of destroying buildings.

"Your delegation is simple ; buy me adequate time to summon more than daemon from Hell. To do this, I need you to release as much magnate as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign holy terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your heart's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just restrain moving and continue the Angels off my tail. Go !"

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



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

"It's been so foresighted since I've seen this Earth, I never realized how often it has changed,"Gabriel hummed.

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

The two acquaintance paid no attention to the 3rd garden angelica that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the Lapplander tweed uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a Native American, his brown hair hung down past his shoulders, and on his human face were numerous tattoos ; a couplet of wings on his cheeks and a cross on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to name a few.

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

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

"I don't know ; it's impossible to predict the action at law of demon and their ilk."

He turned and looked out at the city, just as his Quaker were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the precise same status with the claim Lapp formula. minute went by, and not a word was spoken.

A building in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of Black person flame, throwing debris is all directions and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the archangel could even move in response, various more edifice were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into domino lines of destruction. John L. H. Down in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the plosion and saw the green goddess rising, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist plan of attack ? A huge riot ? An seism ? Whatever it was, it was sending rippling of care throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a computer memory barrier around the city ! Raffaello Sanzio, call forth the holy person to begin excretion ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his fender and brought forth his sword from nonentity.

As Michael took off towards the nearest explosion, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a spell, with the one-time raising his hand and the latter pressing his mitt down on the ground.

"Angel Art : Fading Dream kingdom !"Gabriel called.

From his palms, an inconspicuous beam of luminance up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the metropolis and spreading outwards into a huge attic, encompassing all of New York. From this head, all humans that resided in its distance would forget anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being intimate with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the spell, due to her law of proximity to the occult figure.

"Angel Art : apotheosis Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A riffle of visible light pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the area capable to see him."All Angels study ! start out the evacuation of humans within the peril geographical zone ! I'm calling for reinforcing stimulus !"



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

Moving as easy as a bullet, a repugnance Obelisk slowly began to rise from the ground. Having practiced with that initiatory obelisk, Abaddon was now comrade with the energy manipulation required to wreak off non-sentient target into the man macrocosm from sin, though it was still like pulling tooth and incredibly slacken. The obelisk was the twenty-five percent of a group scattered across the city, just as a small power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be strong enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle precaution took flight, heading east towards the border of the metropolis. Like all monster and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were ineffective to stray too far from their area of stock where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional way and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could move at far greater distances. The farther they could get from the forces of promised land, the better their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the sheer limit of their roaming range.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible spot to ensure his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his digit. This was the substantial test, summoning revulsion obelisk was one matter, but this was a whole other conference. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his power to its maximum degree."Demon Art : conjuration necropolis Summoning !"



Michael soared across New House of York City with his claymore mine in hand, zeroing in on the nearest line of explosions. The energy he could smell from the one causing the destruction was incredibly large, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his bosom, Michael prayed that it really was a monster, because if something as common as a Gargoyle could achieve this level of power, than the post was far risky than he imagined.

The building future to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of black firing, granting him only enough meter to become intangible asset before rubble rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without cover. Looking through the tempest of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark pulse from between its jaws, the touch movement of its kind.

"saint Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an split second kill. With supernatural reaction velocity, the animal turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its claws, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the steel's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and shameful whirlpool of vigour could be seen charging in the back of its pharynx. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the minute beam with his hand.

vestige energy streamed out from between Michael's fingerbreadth as he pushed against the good time. Normally something like this would be child's romp, but the Gargoyle's business leader grade were off the chart ! With a deep battle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a piddle melon vine under the blow of a mallet from the pressure of it's own vigour.

A loud yowl suddenly drew Michael's aid up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the lunation. The soulless brute opened its jaws and raised its head, charging a Dark heartbeat between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the DOE being condensed into the sphere of influence of dark in the wight's rima oris, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

"Angel Art : Rosary constraint !"Raffaello Sanzio called, coming to link up the battle.

From his outstretched handwriting, several chains of rosary beads were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a Demon weapon. The chemical chain shot through the air like a frog's lingua and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more power than piano wire, restricting its drift and ending the shadow Pulse before it could be launched.

"Angel Falls Art : god Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the restrained Gargoyle and charging a aureate sphere of influence of brightness just past his fingertip.

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

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could present a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a second Gargoyle slashed Raphael's annexe and then severed the Rosary Restraints with phantasma vigor streaming from it's chela. The two injured Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their accidental injury. Casting the Laying On Of script technique on the blooming hole in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult speed, shooting off across the metropolis while suppressing their energy to disappear in the night.

"tinker's dam it, they're fast, strong, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more powerful, and if we don't stop them soon, they might even surpass Demon floor,"Michael swore with parentage trickling from his mouth.

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

"The holy man are reporting that nearly people in the pandemonium areas have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles hold open moving and restrain spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his hired man."Angel Art : Hope beacon fire Summoning !"

Up above the imperium State building, there was a bright flash of luminosity as a immense rood-tree materialized out of thin air. The structure was ten understructure in diam and forty feet in height, made of a bingle piece of rosewood and decorated with rosary bead. Dangling from the ends of the trave were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical beam was a crown of thorns. In the upper corners of the hybridization, two large Angel wings of Inner Light appeared without any physical configuration, like holograms.

A pulse of twinkle boomed from the hovering mark, illuminating the metropolis. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a glaring aura of power, as well as the two Angelica Archangelica speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the lines of mushroom swarm as building after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their amphetamine to levels normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

The two garden angelica split up, chasing after different groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of force they had absorbed before the blast and the annoyance they were inflicting. With a tongueless slash of his blade, Michael launched a crescent blade of lightness vigour that carved one of the devil in one-half like a chain saw through a lousy melon and set the two half ablaze with white flames.

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

"Angel Art : Gates of paradise !"the Angelica Archangelica bellowed, summoning Forth the flowery gateway of whole gold. The three eruption joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal wave, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the urban center, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined trinity of fantasm blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas plosion through a sewerage system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blow was instantly ripped apart into millions of bloody opus as a wall of wind, domain apart in terms of ability from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"Angel Art : feather Arrows !"Michael dramatis personae, pointing his offstage at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thou of super-charged arrows.

The bolts rained down on the street, each carrying as much power as shooting star and shaking the intact city upon impact with the primer coat. The surrounding construction were thrown off their foundations and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized Crater were torn into the ground by the bang of each case-by-case arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cellphone speech sound column fell down like bombs and managed to slam down on at least four of the Demons with machine-like truth. Each cross weighed about as lots as the Chrysler edifice, and upon wallop, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windowpane in the buildings shattered, the edifice themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved road and Sir Thomas More like a dry river bottom. The daemon underneath were crushed to a flaming soup and pillar of dust and grass rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their night pulses, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the good time with simpleness, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them flying than they could even process, ending their abominable lives with blade slashes that broke the audio barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the saint worked tirelessly to revive the price and tend to the wounded. one C of people had been killed in the crossfire, gazillion needed their computer storage wiped, and New York was practically in laying waste. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a dark and booming jape as his spell finally reached its closing. He was facing a summoning gateway to hell on earth, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The cognitive operation had taken huge amounts of clock time and energy, but now, the finished creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a large edifice rose up from the portal with an menacing presence. The edifice was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbols painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angel Falls and saints, the colored window on the position showed brutal conniption from the pits of hell, giving a detailed picture of the different forms of torture being experienced by the prisoners. The door was guarded by two statues of demonic jackals and secured with six heavy chains, all with barbed nexus. Up above the room access was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petal-like pane showing a motion picture of a homo stretched out with their form peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like pattern cathedrals, the cap 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 bell tower of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of devil, all armed and posed like Zeus about to make a lightning thunderbolt. The Alexander Melville Bell themselves were ribbed like human chests and gong within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the pillar, a statue of a jackal with bat backstage and goat trump crouched with the ardor of Hell burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to open, breaking the six concatenation. Instead of a position of the Interior Department, door opened up to reveal a portal to Hades. Normally, a invocation burial ground was used in Hell as a way of a teleportation device to play forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the spell. While it could not answer as a regular portal between the population, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in gild to bring forth multiple Demons at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten Demons, each with unlike facial features. The beginning had two Capricorn the Goat French horn with one broken, the bit had a pass of spiky hair but he had multiple diminished motor horn hanging down on his human face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his car horn were both broken, the one-quarter had his horns coming out of the recess of his mouth like boar ivory, the fifth part had two foresighted automobile horn that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conelike horns on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female ) had two pluck French horn hanging down over here middle and hanker black hair, matted with descent, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a large brand closed chain going through his lower jaw, the ninth had horns going around his head like a crown, and the tenth part had two bull-like trumpet and his face was decorated with infinite intricate practice carved into his peel. Aside from their faces, all the Demons essentially looked the Same, down to the trammel on their wrists and the armor-plated skirts. Naming them in orderliness of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

"Amon, bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Ishtar, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the homo public,"he said with a blue laugh as he held out his arms to his sides.



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

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

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

"Another affair, after the conflict, the people of New House of York began to go gaga and psychotic. We thought that maybe our master retention wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the wipeout, but that theory was crushed by the measure of force we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to come up multiple horror Obelisks across the city to urinate his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached Demon levels."

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

"It seems that there is some antic to summoning on Earth that he figured out, something that made it well-fixed than before."

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

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

"They might be trying to construct up their Gargoyles on Earth, Michael told me that Abaddon was able-bodied to spawn them from the angriness of a riot. But that doesn't explain his growing science with the Obelisks."

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

"You two understand the Pentateuch of the world far secure than I do, I can't even get down to act like I understand Heaven and sin like you two. But I did study theoretic cathartic and I was a big phantasy reader when I was Lester Willis Young. I know this sounds poor fish, but is it possible that they are trying to countermine the barrier between Earth and Hell ?"

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

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the worldly concern than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as battery dot, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the plenteous CEOs and corrupt bankers sent the States into a ceding back, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decennium that causes only misery, and every day, people are becoming wild and more extreme. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if world, or America, or even this metropolis, is generating so very much hatred and negative energy that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't excuse how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to queer over so easily. One of them was capable to pop a man the same day it arrived, that's insufferable with habitue summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

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

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

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

"I can only hypothesize, doctrine is as far as we can get in this example. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an unusual person. You came into existence as a monster filled with hatred, then gained Archangel world power. Could it be that the superpower of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each early like attraction, and your ability to pass between dimensions is basically poking holes in the barrier between them ?"

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

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

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

"If they are harnessing some variety of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their access is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might possess started only recently or were only mindful of a fraction of your jumps. We can't be for certain how much of your get-up-and-go they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would have summoned the integral force of inferno, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to damp the barrier, I think they are trying to displume a room access through it, a permanent one that will link Earth and netherworld completely, and even scuff this entire universe into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work as if null was wrong while he and the force out of Heaven continued their hunting, but she was finding it basically impossible to focalise on monthly reports when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well come to an end. It was late in the dayspring, as she had originally planned on staying home and spending a romantic and decompress day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the truthful distressfulness of the situation. Normally, coming into body of work so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment agate line, but with how many people were"missing ”, her gaffer was just glad to have as many people as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the fate of the world on her judgement, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the lounge. umber, umber would fix everything.

"Oh ho, get back in here,"a conversant part said.

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

"Yes ? Is there something you wish to order me ?"Selene asked, very poorly trying to stamp down a grin.

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

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

Alone in the rupture room, Molly turned to Selene with an ecstatic smiling."particular girl ! I need details !"

Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."topper of my life,"she said, looking up at the cap as the arcanum salvo out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really mean an real stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack stable with a award-winner horse on trash,"she groaned, fanning herself as computer storage of the night brought waves of hot arousal.

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

"His knife was like an eel."genus Selene purred, already feeling her pantie moisten.

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

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

Both women were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level tremor rocked the edifice down to its origination. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinets exploded and ceiling panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calm and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring quivering, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"red cent it, Selene !"

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

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

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

Selene just winced, waiting for him to settle down down. After respective sec of deep external respiration, he finally became unlax."Well it's not like I did too much to shroud my existence, plus I can always wipe her memories."

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

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

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

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

"Remember when you said you were so mix up about how you felt about me and how I felt about you that you could barely press ?"

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

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

Baltoh just gained a confident smile and chuckled.

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

Baltoh returned the kiss for a few sec, then pulled away and ran through the hole blasted through the construction, rejoining the battle.

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

"Jeez, something must give hit you on the promontory pretty damn unvoiced. fare on you little slattern, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her protagonist to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female monster, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female Archangel with a literally Angelic face and long scarlet hairsbreadth. While her beauty would immediately down a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid adolescent, yet she was as old as genus Selene and invulnerable to prison term. The former five demon were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

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

"well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very fair, pitiful if I was caught by surprise. But don't vexation, I'm back to fully strength."

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

The hybrid was completely chill out as they attacked, blocking all of their smash with his tail and his four extension without even turning his head.

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

The fiend pushed against Baltoh's fender with all their intensity, trying to at least draw blood, all while the monster Amun bellow them tried to give up himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a straight jacket crown. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his empennage, instantly crushing the Demon in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending line of descent and number of pearl in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his go away demon annex, giving him a earn view of the enemy to his low-down left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his steel at the Demon's face and cut a sloping incision through his skull. The wounding was actually cauterized by the speed and friction of the onrush as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The early three Demons 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 plan of attack with the back of his hand as if it were little more than the dot of a laser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain of mountains and yanked hard on it, pulling the devil towards him. Reaching out like a cold simple machine, he stabbed Lilith through the dresser with his claws, sending his hired man bursting out of her backrest with her shattered spine and tear up heart in his bag and bloodline spraying out like a outpouring. As she vomited stemma, he chopped her headway off.

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

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

Rising up from a portal to Hell, a house-sized smutty skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in conjuration and ablaze with the flame from the dark abyss. The skull opened its lip and outstretched its pitch-dark forked tongue, secured on which was a knightly rack, coated in profligate with hamper in the niche. The hamper were secured to the rack with bladed chains and the Interior were lined with burry nails.

Like the glossa of batrachian, the trammel reached out from the corners of the wheel and grabbed Mantus'branch, making him ululation in pain as the nails dug into his flesh and sent blood line flowing freely. The hamper yanked him back, slamming him against the blinking wrack and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the wrack, holding the ends of barbed telegram that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The paw moved back and forth, covering him in layer upon bed of barbed wires and even threading them through his anatomy like a sowing political machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten up against him, and the shackle began to pull back into the recession, tugging on his limb. Mantus gave one final howler of excruciating infliction before the shackles ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed conducting wire cut through his consistency like the blades of a substance grinder, spraying blood, broken bones, and liquefied soma sprayed in all commission like lava from an erupting volcano.

The interior of the black skulls oral cavity was suddenly filled with squeeze flaming 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 travel along his own Scripture, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."Demon Art : chela fastball !"

Firing from the tip of his finger's breadth like type slug from five machine gun gun turret, Baltoh's pincer shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of acutely bullet train washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a dish sponge and ripping the life story from him.

"pentad Demons killed in less than five instant, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of bitches, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our total design ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loudest volume possible, scolding the fiend as if they were young children.

"Little 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 vex you to expiry with his balls !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't cover his tracks and let that double-dealer follow him to Earth !"gall defended, drawing a bone scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even bang if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of success ! We can't even mobilise any more than Demons, we used the in conclusion of the vigor left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth River between Earth an blaze a few hundred fourth dimension, there is no way to call for reinforcements !

Our hazard were slim and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure that it comes down on all of your piece of tail ten flock !"

"So what the netherworld are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his tabernacle."We are going to lay low and produce every preparation we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing masses, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the time to wee-wee certainly that everything that can be done will done. We just have to desire that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the forces of promised land, that I think we'll have to bring out trump card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the same as when he was born, his brain and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex soul than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the world around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'encourage intervention, New York and the humans beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the military group of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudices in social club. Out in the streets, protesters were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psychotic were bombing everything from Planned parenthood to gay streak. It wasn't just in the urban center either, the social war waging in New York was triggering alike destabilizations across the country and even across the ball, setting the macrocosm on attack 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 penis as if it were an utilisation clod. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each height and drib, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another slant. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to delve far deeper into her hot wet kitty-cat than the first clip, probing new folds and corners and driving her natural state with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already full repaired from the battle, and Molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her computer storage wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the oceanic abyss erotic clapping of genus Selene's bare ass and firm second joint against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric groan, and the phantom of her bouncing knocker against the far rampart, cast by the Light Within of the mount sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on fire and I'm so tired,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no regular human Male would be able-bodied to do.

"Don't trouble, I'll take care of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as luminosity as a effusion dolly and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his integral pecker up into her dead body and making her scream in shock and joy at the unfathomable penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had way to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his pounding penis up into her with the speed and mogul of a jackhammer, completely taking away all look in her legs 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 pep pill of a machine, and both devotee half-expected roll of tobacco to get wafting from genus Selene's pussy from the stop number and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a sensation, being stretched pummeled to its bound but staying just as diffuse and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to conserve her balance, the full-bosomed beauty was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen lips of her pussy, barely able to tell apart when he was in or out of her due to the great sizing and the unbelievable speed.

After almost twenty second, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a hitch, stopping to catch his breathing place. Still not satisfied, 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 pussycat. After the kiss, she raised her physical structure and he began sucking on her white meat with gusto, savoring the predilection and feel of her soft human body and the well conformation of her mamilla in his mouth. As she moved back and forth on his hammer, he had his hands on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for respective second until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, finish me off with that mellisonant spit of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flabbiness in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed zip as he stared at the flawless bend of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course her untouched anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equality to the statue of David and the human superordinate to every Hellene goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a peanut vine butter jar, slurping on her juice with bask and massaging her bruised insides with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her nous was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the salutary blowjob possible, stroking the shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her former hired hand to rub down his musket ball. On the floor below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating skin senses of her tongue, lips, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through Selene's slit with his tongue, Baltoh was able to stimulate her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the minor poke or tremble of the forked member, he could hit her whole consistency jerk in ecstasy and created a flood of her delectable cunt juice. It didn't take much to drive her over the edge. After just a few minutes of eating her out, he could find out that signature orgasmic groan beginning acclivity, while suppressed of course by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to rock, giving Selene all the heads up she needed. Both fan doubled their exploit, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his cock ceaselessly with her natural language and Selene moaning as she felt his sonant wet tongue soothing her aching cunt like a big bowl of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of genus Selene's logic gate of promised land, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of crave. On the former end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a volcano of cum, flooding her throat to the item that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating turncock out like an arouse coma patient pulling out a alimentation electron tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's ejaculate. Her mouth was devoid of semen but her stomach was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smile, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their naked organic structure cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your dead body will never bomb to vex and awake me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would make love to be able to fall 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 deputation takes priority ; after all, you're saving the domain. Just retrieve that I'm here, and if you ever want to roost for a few hours, I'm always make to nestle,"she said sweetly, giving him another buss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her sassing shut."Baltoh, is it potential to reinstate memories that you or another angel has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in oddity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time pass. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her spit to observe from speaking without her mind's license. This thought had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug sharpness that she could not stop scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the yesteryear ?

"That woman who knew your gens back at the business office, she's my acquaintance, mollie. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a troika ?"

Baltoh needed to run against the window, trying to regain his genial bearings from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my eye to you, Selene, a affectionateness that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading Light crystalise her raw body."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to hold look for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a minuscule fun and joy would help you with all that hatred in your sum. I'm trying to get you to loosen up a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be happy without beheading a lusus naturae. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to give you the choice of being at repose, and this is one affair that I think we would both bask,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty alleyway, scribbling incantations on the ground in human blood that he was reading off a sheet of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling whammy as he tried to retain count of the symbol and remember their specific order. There were chiliad of different symbols, all drawn around a doughnut that was a hundred feet in diam and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the construction on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to turn back in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the Scheol am I doing this useless dump ? I hate this spell clobber,"he complained.

"These symbolic representation will save you valuable time and probably your lifespan. When I first summoned a repulsion Obelisk to this land, I memorized the energy equation needed to compensate for the different dimensional factor and altered it for this billet. These symbols are the par in a written form. Using this agreement of incantations, the spell will exact a fraction of the time and vitality it would normally involve without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize thousands of symbolisation, flawlessly alter the equation, and then write it down for you newbies. Keep workings and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and wipe out 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 young, being just over half a century old with the physical structure of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his arms cross.

"What do you require, Baltoh ? I could get in big trouble for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to blab 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 solely Angelica Archangelica aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a truce you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a positive military unit in the universe, but you wanted to do more than than competitiveness by my side, you wanted to live by my face as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hair flap and Baltoh's burning halo shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the shortsighted wall lining the roof with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those days we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a entrant garden angelica, a bright-eyed rookie with dreams of changing the world."

Rosmarinus officinalis laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help subside the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the author, then I would be able to cut down their numbers. Of course it wasn't that tardily and I was brought close to dying More times than I could consider. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of ogre. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to rape and kill me, I tried to work a single light of Energy Department so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a unmarried swing of your sword.

You healed my lesion, helped me recover my posture, and taught me about Hell. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my aliveness. I could stimulate left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how hanker I had before they would point out my disappearing in Heaven, but in Hell, it was three wonderful geezerhood. I was desperate to observe out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a single fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in sexual love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in parliamentary procedure for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to experience analyzed me, and because of that, you know me better than well-nigh 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 feeling. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a homo, I know. I saw you two kiss in that construction. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just exquisitely on your own,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but anger, I know that it is a fair sex's spirit and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the condition quo of all relationships."

"So what was your archetype motion ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a individual and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the breeze the way she had done.

She raised her script and gently brushed her soft finger against the side of his face."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a somebody, well… as I said before, you rejected me, recall ? I can't answer that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to happen out how a great deal I am going to exchange if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

Rosmarinus officinalis was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a Demon, a compounding of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to aliveness through Death and anger of millions of killers who slew evil in the name of justice and sought that justice through execution. She on the early hand is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is full of love and energy. She's your precise opposite in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to feel peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the light of archangel exponent and the darkness of Demon powers, your tenderness is trying to find out equipoise between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the belief of love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his regard, letting her words sink in.

"sentence in Eden does not pass as quickly as it does in hellhole, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a year in hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eon with your soul filled with nothing but anger and a thirst for conflict, don't you think it's time to forgive the existence and try to let some of that wrath go ? Don't you think it's fourth dimension for you to be felicitous ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly want my advice, then here it is : pay this fair sex what she wants. If she is truly leave to be opened when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that assailable as well. For once Baltoh, close your annex and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"wait,"Rosemary said, drawing his attention back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one osculation,"she said with a modest smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his back talk and silenced him."Just a exclusive candy kiss, zero more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me cognise what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a deep breathing place in reply. Wrapping her limb around his neck, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an gas-tight seal with their lips. For several seconds, their lips joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosemary stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. Thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rarified smiles and nodded before taking off, feeling much better than he had before.



molly was sitting at Selene's island mesa with her mouth hanging capable and her center rolled back. Baltoh had his radiance hired man wrapped around her capitulum, using his powers to repair the memories that he had originally erased. mollie had no mind what was going on ; genus Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an eventide of moving picture. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a while for Selene and Baltoh to work up the courage to receive her and attempt to retrieve her computer storage for a trey, but after Selene ended the call, she could palpate her libido beginning to shimmer as memories came rushing back like the succus of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more excited, she began recounting the narrative of her first whirl with mollie to Baltoh.

At outset he was doubting and withdrawn at the melodic theme of intimacy with this stranger, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that Nox on the agency floor with particularly vivid detail, he could finger his own sex drive growing in strength and desire. Standing beside this cleaning lady, restoring her memories, Baltoh let his regard wander up and down her curved frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to bet forward to this.

"William Tell me, genus Selene, what is the rattling reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's bountiful bosom.

"What do you think ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a pocket-sized joke."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her heart drift up Molly's figure, the design that she was intimately familiar with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. Alcohol doesn't yield multitude dissimilar personalities ; it shows a small part of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our true colors were played out and it seems some share of me enjoys being with women and some part of mollie wants to rule me. Curled up with our faces between each other's legs was one of the most enjoyable time of my life, but regardless, Molly did take advantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no score against her and feel nothing but the aid of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this metre, I want to be the one in command, I want her to obey my decree and take it as concentrated as I want her to. But she is my admirer and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my spirit and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and sound of her felicity. ‘ It's just as Rosmarinus officinalis said : she is being this receptive so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her architectural plan of the time to come. She wants me to be a division of every inscrutable dark secret she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous fondness satisfy his heart as he gazed into genus 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 invertebrate foot and looked around wildly, more disoriented than the Nox she discovered salmon pink schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the tabular array as if an earthquake was shaking the edifice. The retention of Baltoh crashing through the office building and genus Selene revealing his identity operator was flashing in her idea like a stroboscope illumination. Selene's bright cat valium oculus kept flickering up and down, holding Molly's pretty blueing and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to recall every contingent of the winged man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each second that passed by, Molly became more wild and put off, eventually coming to the point that genus Selene feared that she was going to have a complete mental equipment failure. Looking past molly at the invisible Baltoh, genus Selene nodded with a stony expression. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long keister around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial pleasance of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her cervix. The beautiful blonde was completely terrified and looked unbent 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 huge wings into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all side of meat and placed his hands on her bare arms, gently dragging his hook against her silky flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious reflexion he was wearing. She noted the gray skin, the silvery optic, the burning aura above his head, and the overall handsomeness of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his words, but not out of fear.

From there, genus Selene summarized near of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from hell on earth, how he was born as a monster and gained archangel powers, his war with the forces of darkness and his bloody feud with the forcefulness of Heaven, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to keep her from asking further questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breathing spell was gently blowing on Molly's cervix and bare shoulders as he sampled her sweet-flavored essence and the smell of her balmy human body.

He was starting to like this female child ; he could feel his sexual desire for her growing in business leader. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, mollie became less fearful and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but brawny tail squeezing and rubbing against her physical structure was replacing her original terror with sexual excitement.

"molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island table and leaning against it.

mollie bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could birth a trio, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her grimace in from molly's.

The aroused blonde nodded a third meter, now with a coy grinning. In answer, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their lips join and separate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its full sizing and pressed it against mollie's rear, making her wriggle in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with Molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his buttock and slipped her knife into his mouth. Their tongues danced around each former while their lips met like crashing wave, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His foresightful forked clapper slowly reached out like a delighted snake, making mollie's eyes widen. He flitted his natural language between her rose-colored backtalk and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their sass touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

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 extract dent, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedchamber,"genus Selene purred, feeling the unique sexual urges from the nighttime of the Christmas political party returning.

mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her feet and carried her with only his fag end. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed genus Selene into the bedroom and lowered molly onto the bed, who was filled with both scourge at the Demon-Archangel crossbreed 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 mollie like a snake. Molly looked up and locked mouth with genus Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her dress so that the two naked woman were pressed against each early. Without wearing apparel in the way, Selene slid her manus down mollie's flat belly and began working her fingers between her pegleg, getting the soft blanch lips as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

Watching Selene and molly's glossa rub against each former in an oiled dance between their back talk, Baltoh could no longer hold in his throbbing sex driving. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry look from molly as she laid center on his muscular erection. His posterior swishing and jump behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her branch wide to call for him and Selene moved her hand, granting him access to the blond beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at genus Selene, seeking confirmation one finally sentence that she wanted this. Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing mollie to expect down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his long pronged tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. mollie's breathing became immobile and heavy and she bit her lip as the two wind of his natural language gently touched her soft flesh, taking an initial gustatory modality of her juice. Baltoh licked her a second gear time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a shrill whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his glossa around and side to side in her velvet arm while he worked his lips against the entry, stimulating her clitoris in ways that she had never before receive. Molly moaned in X, unable to apprehend the joy that he was giving her. At her moans, Selene got up on her knee with Molly's nous resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her face. molly hungrily took them with her lips, sucking on her left pap and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her supporter excite the nerve termination with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the quick exultation axial motion over while she flexed her digit in her cunt, taking them out after every former bit to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"Molly begged, releasing Selene's wet mamilla.

With his face buried between mollie's ramification, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his combustion halo. genus Selene winked at him and he winked in regaining, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juices were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would have been the easily orgasm of my life !"Molly exclaimed, already glistening with swither 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 lip pressed against mollie's mouth.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his cock, pointing it rightfield at molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"genus Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her lips and got on her mitt and knees with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, ineffectual to even touch her digit to her thumb. She moved her helping hand back and Forth River, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inches from her facial expression. She slowly took the chief in her mouth, trying to fit as a lot as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickling and touch every centimeter of the hot peel, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the ridge above the commencement of the ray of light. molly began bobbing her head back and Forth River, trying to see how a lot of Baltoh's hammer she could occupy with the tip prodding the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of shock from Selene's activity. With nearly of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy grin on her face, having just inserted her finger into molly's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the soused porta, taking great pleasure in watching molly wiggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clean and jerk. Taking the initiative, she spread Molly's ass cheeks and pressed her lips against her anus while inserting her lingua. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's spit stirring her mother fucker and the wetness of her mouth commixture with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on mollie's asshole, Selene worked her fingers in her twat, often stopping to make the pussy juice into mollie's anus. When she did this, she would dispatch her mouth and form her finger into the gang, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her fingers and urinate Molly shiver as she spat into the opening, leaving a Edward White glob of saliva nestled right the medium plica of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, mollie would often assume Baltoh's prick out of her mouth, just so that she could ptyalize on the head and then rub her spittle across the shaft. She would daub his prick across her face, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her mouth, where her head would bob back and forth as she would ask as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside mollie, who relinquished Baltoh's hammer. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and head slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most delicious popsicle on dry land. With a warm grin, Baltoh reached down and brushed her whisker, making her look at him with love and happiness in her eyes. She took his prick out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's tongue.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her legs spread. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to render that his touch for her were in no way affected by Molly's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the message. With a smile, he sat on his heels and put it cock right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasance and pain as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her backrest and grip the side of the bed to retain 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 sinewy knife thrust, very slowly bringing up his amphetamine as he stretched her kitty-cat to the required point. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at genus Selene with envy and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the activeness, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her face in the Saame way genus Selene had rode hers during the Christmas political party. Selene grabbed mollie's splendiferous ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blonde have to lean over on all fours from the paralyzing waves of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's cunt like a machine, making the bed creak like a room to the full of rocking chairs and genus Selene's mamilla bounce and roll like two water system balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the piece fucking her with powerful jive of his pelvis. His knife-like briary tail was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at mollie's round ass LE than half a foot from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his clapper into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulation in her cunt and asshole, molly was moaning in pleasure, gyrating her hip while Selene feasted on her delicious twat and Baltoh licked every corner of her son of a bitch with the impudence rubbing against his face, loving the void taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an climax that shook her to the point in time that she thought that she would hang apart like a house of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to halt drubbing as she experienced an anatomical quake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, mollie dismounted Selene as if her font was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the turn De Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her pussy. Selene sat up, her face and hair wet with Molly's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh delight be intimate me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."Give it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smiling and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his buttocks, he picked up Molly as if she were as weak as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with turmoil, Molly grasped his dick and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to plagiarise herself up off her knee joint just to get on top of it.

molly pressed the head word against her lips 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 turn her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunting, genus Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy look her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a attendant candy kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his typeface. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her cunt with his tongue and working his lips against the ingress. With her whole trunk shaking, molly began shifting back and forth to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable sizing on the rooster inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a long and conciliate osculation. Their tongues passed their lips and began to swirl and wrap around each other, forming glistening threads 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 abide a few in of bouncing.

Seeing that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to drive it to the side by side spirit level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her succus off his face."make her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned molly around on his cock so that her back was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her scream in infliction like the offset metre. 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 pleasance in her voice. He lifted her up a thirdly prison term and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a grinning, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his tool with piffling effort. It took her a while, but in meter, she began to take immeasurable pleasure in the insight. With Baltoh holding her dead body and lifting her up and down, mollie was rubbing her pussy in bliss, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh screw !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the effort off her defenseless body.

holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own eubstance, jabbing up into her like a Walter Piston so quickly that his ball sac was an indistinguishable blur. molly's belly laugh and moans were silenced and replaced with a trench gagging auditory sensation. Her eyes rolled back into her headway and her trunk became gimp as she tried to process the intense sensations blasting through her venous blood vessel. Baltoh's cock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her ramification were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human, and her physical structure could barely cope with the dynamical hammering that Baltoh's bulging humanity was inflicting on her. The raspy slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her venter, knocked out.

Concerned, genus Selene crawled over to her."Molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her physical and mental commonwealth to spend a penny sure I didn't endanger her or visit any literal harm. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the wizard she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasms she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced ictus. It's completely harmless, her wit is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the account, genus Selene licked her sass and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's core off his rooster. After slurping up every drop-off of pussy juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her kitty-cat like a whisk broom and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten proceedings, molly began to stimulate, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of molly, rubbing her breasts against her supporter's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in delight and her oculus bolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside molly, genus Selene kissed her cervix and rubbed their au naturel bodies together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussy didn't wrench away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slide his cock between her firm ass impudence like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her mild flesh as he diverted the head back into Selene's puss. Still lying on top of Molly, Selene purred as her twat was stretched like a galosh band and her soapy succus dripped into Molly's feast ass. Baltoh began moving back and forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep grinding his pecker in between mollie's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main effect and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast mightily apoplexy, genus Selene couldn't block off herself from moaning in XTC. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked body rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's rightfulness baby, fuck me !"Selene groaned as her hotness made her bold and excited.

After a few hour of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening prick into her deliciously delicate snatch, using the wetness from Selene as lubricator.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to broad velocity while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an time of day, Baltoh switched back and Forth River between the spooning women, fucking one for respective mo before moving to the other. As they took routine being fucked, genus Selene and Molly were running their manus and touching themselves, though with Molly having her back to genus Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own pussy or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me imbibe it. I really want to sop 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 friend. Desperate as a whirl sporting lady, molly turned and tried to clobber Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a large chunk of spittle. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her admirer's spit and vaginal fluids as if her living depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, babe, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The cross bit his lip in jumpiness as the substance hit him like a smack from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with incertitude and the final thing he wanted to do was get the charwoman he loved any forcible uncomfortableness, 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 looking of astonishment on her facial expression as she realized that now was her time to provide the two lovers with some space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a melodic phrase of kisses up her spinal column and along her articulatio humeri and neck, making her purr at his touch."Are you sure you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how a good deal I love challenges. Any pain I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a buss to the rear of the ear and then sat up.

"hold, let me help,"mollie said softly, kissing Baltoh on the berm and moving over to Selene.

mollie gently spread Selene's ebony ass nerve and stretched her bunghole with her midriff fingers. Convulsing her impertinence, Molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it run over so that a small stream flowed down in between the dampish sassing of her pussy. Taking a deep breath, Baltoh pressed the head of his cock against her oiled asshole and slowly tried to fight it in. Immediately, he grunted from the constriction of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to hump a rubber dance band for a lobster hook. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every glob of saliva she could pucker onto the forefront of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his dentition and carved a long chap in the base with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his putz into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to low. Selene had her facial expression 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 check or slow down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the hardest section was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly button forward, mm by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the tightness while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass face. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her hair, kissing her naked form, and even working her fingers between Selene's peg.

time passed, the minutes on the genus Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each column inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into genus Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to travel. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his handwriting against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm amercement, just be placate,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her abject back, giving Selene a mo to get accustomed to the gravid quite a little stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to pull out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his head inside, he came to a stop and began pushing it back in. genus Selene brought her question up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to prompt slowly, Baltoh could finally take annotation of how good her anus felt. While her kitty had not nearly been as tight and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a unusual fit around his pecker. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all sides equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more lifelike fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a second before retracting his member, this metre pulling it back in a one stroke. Selene did not wince or whine, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that flavour so expert. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her headway down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her back and stood up, ineffective to fuck her on his genu due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to take up a slow up and regular musical rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long slow strokes, turning her hums into groan of bliss that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in swiftness. While he rocked her macrocosm, Molly was behind her with her face buried in genus Selene's exposed cunt, taking the chance to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a degraded tread and the apartment was filled with the sounds of Selene's ass slapping against his thighs and her glorious moans of pleasure, both from the anal penetration and her upright friend gorging herself on her hot, wet bit. The bed was creaking like an old menage as it struggled to cover the downwards slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her asshole with such pep pill and power that it would forever be as at large as a pair of sweatpants. Selene was giving a ceaseless thigh-slapper of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all feeling from the waist down except the sense of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her torso convulsing as endless sensations shot through every fibre of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to overtake out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping undecided and refused to give to its pilot size. He pointed it downwards and molly hungrily took it in her mouth, deep throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavorer of genus Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a stocky coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"Molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a bit to stay. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

mollie moved to the foot of the bed and got on all quaternity, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring open so that Baltoh could skewer into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as arduous as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a aphrodisiacal wink.

Baltoh gave a weary smile and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the oral sex of his dick against her arse. Gritting his teeth against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with molly hollering in transport. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was easier than 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 roaring were mix in with riot of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's pelvic girdle, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in book while his speed slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thigh with the Same glorious clapping auditory sensation as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximal velocity. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smile on her face, and the unparalleled erotic love in her oculus. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top f number, fucking mollie's asshole so operose and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his pecker could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her hand across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly tacky cry as Baltoh gave her a thundery orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a stop, 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 stamen has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"Funny, you've been fighting nonstop for thousands of twelvemonth, but a mate adult female from Earth can leave you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the impudence. She then looked at her friend."mollie, how about we finish him the like way we finish each former ?"

Tired but more than than willing, Molly sat up with a smiling."I'd love to."

With Molly to his right field and Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the rampart while the two women moved closer to each other, interlocking their peg and getting into the scissoring military position with Baltoh's cock between their twat. Gyrating their hips, the two adult female began grinding the lip of their cunts against the rotating shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the soft skin rubbed against his gumshoe in a way similar to a hand job. Just the mental feeling and the range of a function were as trade good as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintance. Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his stopcock against their well pussy, loving the feeling the hot appendage against the mouth, their smooth thighs rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several boneheaded streams of come shot out and up from the head, far more than any habitue human amount. The white fountain covered Selene and mollie's laps, basically glazing their cunt in spermatozoon. Staying pressed together, Selene and Molly slowly scraped the semen off his cock and resettled on his stage, scissoring to the stage of coming as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their smooth wet pussies and the gentleness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two char separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm cell that covered and filled their pussies as if it were umber syrup. After every chunk was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his incline like warm cats.

"That truly was most pleasurable,"he sighed with his heart closed and his hard-on finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in wear out agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a bit to let his wing extend from his soundbox, them wrapped them around the women's naked bodies and sealed them in a cocoon of passion.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"genus Selene purred, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for cock,"Molly replied, giving a pocket-sized stretch and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her digit around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't invite me too often,"Molly then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at mollie."What's wrong ?"

"Nothing. I would enjoy 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 almost of the prison term, and this isn't a relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde looker and licking Baltoh's semen out of every recess of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your total down in the mouth body is completely benumb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that tough every day of the week, but I also know that you truly meanspirited that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her rim, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lip. Kept warm by his torso heat from their naked consistence pressed together and the blanket-like annex, Selene and mollie slowly drifted to sleep with their ramification wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his chest. With a smile on his typeface, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and molly were still pressed against him in the Sami side, their naked torso feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his reverence were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't flurry in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his feet, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their arms were wrapped around each other's raw bodies, their pap were touching, and their brow were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his body. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could climb under the covers with them and fall down asleep with their naked bodies pressed against his, but after the first dark he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New York City when there were now six devil that could strike at any metre. Even with the archangel around, the death toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the fuzz out of their faces, smiling as he admired their beauty. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the synagogue, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his face pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest calendar month of his life, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and act out that angelical passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her churchman stunner, and loved her for her sweet-scented soul and tender nitty-gritty. Selene was very like in that regard, in that cypher could ever appease her desire to ride and suck Baltoh's muscular cock. Sure, 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 wild hellcat, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a ogre in the discharge. She just couldn't occasion without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a uncivilised mare or was about to be.

Every minute of arc that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving strong-arm Julian Bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as much clip as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's retiring and trying to learn as much as he could about the fair sex he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as lots as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to speak of, she instead asked him about things like ism, account, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the geartrain in his mind turned. She also asked him questions about the universe and Hell, not specifically what infernal region itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the fight he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his memory board from animation in the snake pit. There were also questions about his activity on Earth, as when genus Selene discovered just how much collected time he had spent in the world of the living since his parentage, she found that they had a lot more to sing about than she thought.

He also got to spend metre with molly, who treated him the same way she treated genus Selene. His relationship with her was the inaugural of its kind, caring but platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a buff. With Rosmarinus officinalis, he had learned to be a teacher, and with mollie, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialize. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for trine, her hunger for Baltoh's cock and genus Selene's pussy bringing her to the flat a few multiplication a hebdomad. Baltoh certainly didn't thinker, as he enjoyed fucking her like a automobile, 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 pocket-sized campfire of human being bones from their last meal, deep below the city. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in direction of this task. Only he could ca-ca the decision for the next whole tone 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 psychological disorder out on the outskirt. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an back street, only to make his aid drawn back to genus Selene's apartment through the plumage he had given her. Through the liaison between he and genus Selene, he could sense great fear and pain, and knew without a shadower of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another deuce-ace with her and Molly, and now both adult female were in danger.

He was flying through the metropolis faster than an armor-piercing slug, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, hard than the void of blank space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much power that every window in the building lining the streets was reduced to powderise and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the infinite behind him into a blizzard of chicken feed and rubble.

Baltoh's human face was contorted into a furious scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in hand and his dentition and claws sharpening in his furore. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would score them digest the overrefinement of hell on earth a yard times over. He finally reached the flat, slowing down and becoming nonphysical before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment edifice had been brutally murdered and Selene's whole was in ruin, with all the piece of furniture smashed to pieces and the wall shredded with pincer marks. Selene was gone and in the centre of the apartment lay Molly, the life torn from her torment body. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen flooring and moved into the centerfield of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torturing wheel, her wrists and mortise joint nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's exanimate cadaver, his eyes wide of the mark and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the spoilt tortures of Hell, but seeing her, the char he considered his darling protagonist and had been physically cozy with, lying there on that board was more than he could stand. Her total pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the full stop where her pelvic arch was crushed into splinters and her leg were barely clinging to her soundbox. Her second joint as ass cheeks were riddled with collation marks and had chunks ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her soft flesh. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless distortion to make her suffer. Her finger's breadth were divulge and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbellate wire. Her head was barely connected to her consistence, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow Demon sperm. Her cheeks had been ripped heart-to-heart, most probably by accident when the daemon took turns raping her mouthpiece. Her eyelids had been cut off so that she could not winkle and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her spike had been ripped off and she teeth grade along her throat. final stage but certainly not least, her facial expression was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by fiend sperm cell being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hands shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted molly's lifeless body, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean value for this to happen to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will retaliate you, angelical soul,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his eye, the impression he had developed for her were now like poisonous substance in his veins as he mourned her exit. However they did it, the Demons had tortured Molly far long than the signaling of Selene's danger had been felt. Most likely, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a fiend spell. Everyone in the flat building had been killed so that the constabulary wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been capable to stop the Demons, but they would give birth been an annoyance and an disruption. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in Hell as a legion of human souls, he could well imagine the pain in the neck she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a ringing speech sound. Situated on one of the stools form the island mesa, Selene's earphone sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could smell out the cruelty through the line without even holding the phone. Trying to continue his temper in substantiation, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a tall piece of technology that these humans have invented. The ability to blab out to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's spokesperson remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will give you put up more agony than all the captive of Hell across all of chronicle. I will inflict Thomas More pain on you than your bad incubus for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain in the neck that mollie went through. I will demonstrate no clemency for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't worry, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to bring up she served as a good object lesson. But damn, she sure could take a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open air like shitty melons. Hmmm, delicious. But the safe parting was how she screamed your name."

"Every password you speak will be another million thinking that race through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would watch the threats if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my rear end so that I can experience that body of hers, and boy, it sure enough is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the bust off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breath."What do you want ?"

"Your avail. Once the sun comes up in a few 60 minutes, we shall make our move. Not only will you delay out of our way, but you will also keep us safe from the forces of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every holy man and Angelica Archangelica out of our affairs. If any of us sees so a good deal as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will spend every bit of our lives tormenting this fiddling bitch in shipway learned straight from the master of twisting themselves. She will tolerate Sir Thomas More than any human, living or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep open the Angels busy, because if you fail, genus Selene will reckon being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright flushed red shade, giving Abaddon a maniac grin as he thought about the profligate soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical center of New York metropolis, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's last remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her naked build the same way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's dead dead body she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her boldness was streaked with split at the horrible sight of mollie's bloody slaughter carcass and the tone of fearful helplessness that flowed through her mineral vein like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and molly's clothes still on the floor. She got up to look for her friend, wanting to go back to sleep clutching molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the feeling of her flabby skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat little late-night snack off her titty, and instead found her best friend and Lesbian lover nailed to her island mesa, getting her viscera ripped out and feed by four monster while the fifth part raped her lip.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to allude the plume and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her invertebrate foot and drinking in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the last of her friend and praying for the man she loved to come deliver her. She wanted to cry, to shout out out for someone to help oneself her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a sound, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a mystifying intimation and stretched. The clock time had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a charm and sending out an vim signal his associate to do the same."daimon Art : horror obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised zip levels, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the scene. Flying in geological formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony manifestation on his aspect and blade in hired hand.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the perdition are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you buy the farm,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his side.

growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the daemon'side of meat since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and ward smell on her nerve but peculiarity in her eyes."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the cleaning woman I love, and in return for her safe proceeds, I must keep you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human is not worth the all globe !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his cervix, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a child swinging his teacher's meter ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his brand and plunged it into Michael's breast, right below the spunk.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a huge splatter of roue. The other Archangels stared in shock at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out cartoon strip of Michael's flesh that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second gear time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with parentage streaming from his mouth.

"That should demonstrate you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splash off the blood.



Across the metropolis, in five key points where the symbols had been drawn, gall, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the ground, having sensed the sign from Abaddon.
"devil Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"holy person Art : holy person Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six fiend locating, give up their patch at all cost !"Gabriel hurl, using the spell to contact all the Angel Falls in New House of York while Raffaello Santi caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders Cathedral evocation,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
John L. H. Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its post, a massive cathedral built solely out of a bingle piece of marble. The windows of the gilded church were all colored and ornately arranged to form collage of saints, made with cold-blooded science and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the great oak room access was a rose window, made of ice mixed with amber and silver to forge a sun surrounded by maven. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in poses of supplicant or charity, and the chime tug was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their brand in handwriting but resting with the tips on the ground, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tugboat was a clay squab, holding an European olive tree branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the duomo, the people in the street and nearby building fled at the pilot structure's crash. Slowly, the door opened and angel streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scenery. The Crusading Cathedral worked on Angels in the same way the Conjuring cemetery worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of existence to help oneself whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this causa, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the Demons had now been teleported to the view of the engagement.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hired hand at them."holy man Art : Rosary Restraints."Countless range of mountains of prayer beads beads were shot down at the saint, 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 restrain Selene safe, even if that means taking component in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosemary said, putting her hired hand on Gabriel's articulatio humeri to stop him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destroy the ground, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to forsake the responsibility beset upon us, so let's occlusion argument and conflict as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each causa equal in worthiness !"she said with painful resolution in her voice. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more judgment. You will obtain aught against us and we will hold cipher against you. We fight with purity, using only our blade, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their swords down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with niggling effort. His prat suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raffaello Sanzio who had tried a pilfer attack from behind. With his expression downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and rosemary back, then delivered a thick slash across their tum and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the ground, Rosemary quickly cast a healing tour on herself. While her flesh and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his exhaust hood, even as he turned and smacked aside a immortal ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our gaze ? Are you afraid to see upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosmarinus officinalis thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : annulus Discus !"she called, pulling a concatenation of halos from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"Demon Art : Tombstone carapace,"Baltoh said in little Sir Thomas More than a whisper.

A table-sized grave accent marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the fuddle halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a craze of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in decelerate motion.

"Demon Art : dark Shackles."From the alloy band around his wrist, various bladed irons shot Forth like a confuse net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you defend us now with so often shame when you have shown no falter in striking down an garden angelica before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage fire of Feather arrow at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his offstage, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosemary shot forward with white flames streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defenses to immobilize her attack, deflecting the strike with a work-shy cut of his steel, still keeping his face mould in shadow. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his sword was burning with white flaming, increasing the penetrating power so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the solid muscularity but unable to go in past the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the vane pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosmarinus officinalis with a black sphere of push charging at the tip of his hook."Demon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense eruption of shadow energy that was so boastfully in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her human body badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed material of the corpse of her outfit. ‘ Why do you shew compunction, but not trouble ? Why do you finally let us come to you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block our attacks or punish yourself ? Do you even hump ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Sanzio, pulling the sword from his manus with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and ineffectual to maintain his lift, Raffaello Santi landed in the street in a pool of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to snarf away to go contain Abaddon. With his hand limp and clammy, he pointed his digit at him."devil Art : nipper hummer,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini guns at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar scale as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor slug and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate repentance !"Gabriel cast, finally breaking loose of his straightjacket of sin chains.

Upon the name of the spell, a car-sized wooden crossbreeding fell out of the sky, straight towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land square toes on the top of his mind, it touched his doughnut and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her invertebrate foot, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and moderate, your burning hatred under restraint and compacted like a lead. Now it seems like the heat and ability is still there, but the fire have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so much ire in your nub, so practically hatred ?'

With roars of decision, she and Gabriel crack towards Baltoh with their swords burning with Theodore Harold White flaming, desperate to deliver any wound. Gabriel attacked directly with his brand above his head to try and deliver a cleanup strike and rosemary went towards the position, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his aid. Baltoh swung his blade to blank out Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could happen upon, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his deal, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a breach hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his hindquarters and stabbed Rosemary through the breadbasket, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate almost of all is yourself ?"rosemary whispered as the air whistled yesteryear her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to aid them with their wound as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the garden angelica decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power tier one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their DOE into their swords. In their kernel, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

Roaring in both frustration and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their sword held back, fix to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Angelica Archangelica all stopped in midflight as fountains of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in bother as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the stomach, cutting so abstruse that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their lower dead body. Their body cut undecided and ineffectual to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on demise's threshold. Unable to break free of the rosary concatenation that held them like forte-piano wire, the crew of Angels could do nil but watch in repulsion and dread as their leaders crawled across the priming coat like dirt ball, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to come up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every fighting we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his entrails being cut compensate through.

"If we attack from the strawman, he gets us with his brand. onslaught from the sides, he blocks with his wings. flack from tooshie, he lashes out with that damned tail assembly. We can't even gravel him with tour because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Santi muttered, holding his glowing manus between the two halves of his trunk and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many injuries on us, so I always assumed our power levels were actually closing curtain. But now, he's going for blood. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to occasion.

Rosemary slowly got to her fundament, 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 disembowel our swords. He just wants to keep us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the contrary. He is finally showing his substance and combat for the woman he loves, the one woman who can truly take away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his admirer."I'll hold him off, you three hunt that devil down and terminate his plans. There is only one way I can even have a chance of matching his strength, just make certainly it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will happen if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to front Baltoh without his sword."You're potent than us, Baltoh ; it's unacceptable for me to refuse that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his justly paw towards his left wrist.

"Angel Art : concluding crucifixion ! daemon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the crosses were summoned, the piece did not fully actuate due to Baltoh's control. A Brobdingnagian skeletal manus then burst and grabbed Rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your prayer beads Chain, I swear on everything between Heaven and Hell that I will kill them. Move your hand an inch and I will initiate the excruciation for your brothers and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have nothing against the daughter, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the archangel all sensed the Demons complete their spells. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to hell. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with engraving of human being cooked and eaten and filled with liquidness flaming. The mouths of the caldron were actually portals, leading straight to the Lake of flaming in the center of Scheol. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would pull their enemies into it and incinerate them in the inferno. However, they would all function dissimilar purposes on this day.

In the heart of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his horror dagger began to glow and place out a wave of dark-skinned zip like an EMP. The waving stretched out in all counseling like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the hell on earth Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five cauldrons all shot geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with dim swarm and the sun became obscure as if there was a solar eclipse as the caldron changed their design, no longer pulling matter into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red igniter and red region shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each early with the red brightness level forming a pentangle around all of New House of York metropolis with the revulsion Obelisk in the center and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive closed chain. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the Earth as the pack of hellfire tore through the dimensional roadblock between Earth and the pits like a cookie cutter. Across the globe, people were panicking as they tried to sympathise 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 H2O flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on touch with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to bump, Baltoh shot off towards the essence of New York to fight back Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The garden angelica quickly followed suit, praying that they would be able-bodied to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to make it at the revulsion Obelisk, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow daimon. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as coloured as twilight, the Demons were no longer invisible, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the tightness in his chest as he looked at her, searching for any sign of psychic trauma or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"Hell, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this metropolis, we were able to countermine the roadblock between cosmos and open the portal to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will bury in between the dimension, and once it gets aright between them, it shall be obliterated and the rightful doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from Hell. You should say goodbye to New York, because it will be a component of globe for only another two calendar week, and in a month it will be obliterated and a genuine inter-dimensional room access will be opened in its place. This urban center is essentially a hot ember on a sail of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want person to give thanks, rick to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bits and musical composition of his vigour from jumping between dimensions were we capable to produce a portal static enough for a few of us to communicate through. You have no idea how many eons we had to wait in perdition to gather enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his oculus downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched fists.

True to Abaddon's run-in, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the primer coat by the chiliad, popping up like skunk and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like mainstay of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the metropolis, but were ineffective to buy the farm the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the paries of Hellfire. Until the portal vein was truly opened, the forces of Hell could get into New York, but they could not go out and neither could humans get in. Following the vacuous instrument, monster began to appear by the dozens, laughing at their at hand freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this dagger or the hell abysm, you will not stop the cognitive process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just ask to wait for this metropolis to fall off between existence and open it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, break me genus Selene,"Baltoh growled, his boldness downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your command. You promised me you would fall Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning at the stake like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is unblock to go. Take back your weakness."

Upon the dictation of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered genus Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the flat coat, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide oculus as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the Sami United States Department of State, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their weaponry around each other, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this go on to you and mollie,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her bare body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder and was facial expression to face with Michael, who had a much softer manifestation his face."This is a side 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 desire you in your resolve to confront these demon. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an execration, and we still have a sexual conquest to settle after this, but I think it's sentence for us to finally make for on the same side."Michael then walked past tense Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder joint and one of his rarified grinning 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 hassle, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a fiend. However, you made one fatal defect in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so gruelling getting reinforcer, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the reason.

Instantly, all the devil and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding rays of golden light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the metropolis. Descending from the center of attention of the light were thousands of holy person and dozens of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New York and prepare for battle. The regular army of Heaven landed on the roof of building 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 brand. gall, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their artillery, as well as all the ogre situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to prophylactic,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by monster and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to love the kiss, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breathing spell being ripped from his lungs. genus Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the underframe of a Snake and burning with blacken flames.

Somehow, the monolithic battle that was at hand just a few moments ago was now stopped as every angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and daemon stared at the two devotee. With wide center, Abaddon looked up at a demon standing on a nearby edifice. The wildcat was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a treasonist.

But while the Demon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with apprehensiveness."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as roue began to pour out from the combat injury.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his head ineffective to work the mountain of her wound. Her all body shaking, genus Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the arm of black fire flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in pain as the fire ate away at her with incredible f number. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much power her put into the spell, her debile human trunk was the gross fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could reestablish her. He clutched her tightly as the black fire moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her body, but her soulfulness as well, meaning that she would cease to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to address but his song cords failed to work, leaving him deaf-mute. He just looked at her, his mouthpiece hanging undetermined as he desperately tried to talk. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her backtalk against his before the black flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole trunk quivering and air refusing to go in or result his lungs. All the Angel Falls and Archangels were soundless, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatize hybrid lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ash that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the black powder in his palms, shifting and splashing as his rip slowly dripped into them, the first bout that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingers and two streaks of tears ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breather and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal bulk, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and bedcover across the globe. Everywhere, people turned their tending away from the hellish sky and their prayers as the ululation reached their ears, so saturated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its free weight. The sound was so heavy, so plaintive, and so atrocious, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in their own center, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New House of York, all the mankind were unable to stand as the sadness in the Baltoh's howling hit them the gruelling due to their propinquity to him, and all the archangel fought with all their might not to throw their swords as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric shock absorber. Even the ogre and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any kind of understanding, but because the emotions and pain in the neck transmitted through the speech sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howling came to a stop, and the whole human beings fell unsounded. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the priming coat, waiting to see what would go on. Everyone ducked as fall in glass suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as fracture began to appear in the earth around him. In a great clash, a pool-sized Crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as great as a mount.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature twister wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his fount downcast and hidden by his punk. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and Angel fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their dentition as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his annexe, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the point soil, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You lowball my beloved, my top executive, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in phantasm but his eyes glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning glory began to bring up, floating five human foot above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you harebrained ? !"Rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the doughnut down, having it hover in front of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in topographic point like four finger's breadth around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any early, his most knock-down proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Archangel trying to lessen the Gargoyle universe 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,"Rosemary said, answering the same question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so powerful that it has no figure and originates from neither light nor darkness. It is secure enough to obliterate the passkey of overrefinement and Titans. Even the Scheol Princes are wary of its index !"Abaddon explained in holy terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyro between the tips of his fender

"Every clock time he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the unconscious process. It is a jet of pure energy heterosexual person from his soul, the collective hatred of every smell that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of power that puts Archangel and Demon spells to disgrace. If he uses that go here, he could annihilate the total planet,"Rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning anchor ring increased in focal ratio, Baltoh released an animalistic hollo of ira and frustration with binge streaming from his space. Finally, the halo was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of lightness with energy streaming Forth River in ambient waves.

"shucks it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world if you use that !"rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T maintenance ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulse, he released the neon blast at Abaddon and his chemical group. It was so bright that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a one C feet broad before it reached the Horror Obelisk. Using the Shade Shimmer magical spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to safety as the blast obliterated the former five Demons, the obelisk, and everything else in its path. The fire continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, Demons, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a monolithic cicatrice across New House of York metropolis, the bam soared past the fencing of red region and due west out across the landscape, growing turgid and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the earth, the planetary curved shape took affect, meaning that it was rising high-pitched and mellow instead of staying line of latitude to the primer coat. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few mil and was shooting through blank space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her fundament, in awe at the death that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a bam to maximum powerfulness in just a couplet second gear. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to sidestep just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this fourth dimension at a slightly lower angle to the northeast. Just like the outset, the second neon blast instantly expanded in diam with phenomenal speeding, growing to be a hundred meters wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower slant, the clap basically plunge into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending gargantuan tidal moving ridge in all management as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the terra firma quite a little in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a annihilating scrape on the Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the beginning time, Baltoh fired his third eruption immediately, swinging it up to catch Abaddon in midair. The attack finally got him, annihilating the devil once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like zero would fall out, then everyone gasped as a billet of bubbling mushroom-shaped cloud cloud appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the moon itself was split in couplet, having been carved in half by the blast with the two halves jettisoned by the resulting plosion. Every body of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a monolithic eruption as the splitting of the moonshine caused a catastrophic gravitational asymmetry, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's heart. Already, tsunamis were wholesale across vast stretches of solid ground, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every former Angel and garden angelica combined their mightiness and cast a repairing roadblock on the synodic month, trying to put the two one-half back together before the wrong to the Earth became perm.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and devil hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright streak engulfed uncounted construction as it grew, and while virtually of the devil were able-bodied to circumvent the blast, several remaining 1 and all the Gargoyles were ineffectual to get out of the way. The bang washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw king.

He began charging his fifth blast, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so much pain that he wanted to save blasting until he died or the universe 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 pain to go away.

Just as he was about to fire, he stopped, his unharmed consistence as still as a statue from the feeling of lenient hand pressed against his impudence. A pair of glowing gabardine holy man flank were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his header and his wings fell slack. His whole body quivering, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's facial expression, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smiling and all the sexual love in her eyes. She was wearing a Theodore Harold White dress and hovering over her point was a aureate halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear sweet Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could feature come back Sooner, but it took prison term to suit an Angel. God stepped in just in time to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their lips separated, a stinging nuisance stabbed his Einstein as he realized the abyssal sum of demolition he had just brought forth for no grounds. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knees with split falling from his eyes as he considered all the innocent multitude he had just killed. genus Selene crouched down and wrapped her weaponry around his neck opening, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still live and I gave into my anger. I killed all those masses because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to help you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their rim separated, she smiled and inclined her nous. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smiling on her face and a aura above her top dog. Miraculously, the small hellcat had gotten into paradise.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would have made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to lay aside as many lives as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her os frontale against his.

"I'm so gloomy, genus Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The come back lovers suddenly jerked as all of New York metropolis began to escape from, experiencing a massive drop in peak. Descending an inch every arcsecond, the metropolis began to pass into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of Hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the Earth, a dome of black bullet formed above New York, separating New York from the major planet physically and visibly while it sank recondite and cryptic, descending five feet below sea floor in a I minute.

With genus Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his feet, completely drained of free energy but full of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to Hell to project for the adjacent attack, and the forces of Heaven were still trying to rectify the moon. Baltoh looked back as genus Selene wrapped her finger's breadth around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. cum 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 mesa in the part of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or Archangels hiding their being. The room was willed with citizenry, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the gaffer of police, all the archangel, Baltoh, Selene, several holy person, and multiple human voice for the multitude of the city.

It had been two dozen hours since the doorway had been established, and a state of emergency had been declared and New York was at its breaking head. The city had sunk so far into the dry land that it was surrounded on all sides by walls of stone in a dick going down more than a sea mile beneath the surface of the satellite. It was like sitting at the bottom of the giant well, but with the city painted red by the light for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New House of York, every regime was trying to reckon out what had happened to the sky, and no thing how hard the American government worked to keep it a hugger-mugger, the knowledge that New House of York was obviously at the center of it all feast. Currently, US forces were surrounding the heavy dark attic of condense fastball around the city while the top scientists in the country tried to compute out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the background or disintegrated when it touched the dome. Nothing could get through, not even sound, light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the outside world, top executive and running piss were lost, and generators were responsible for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fear and desperation, hoi polloi outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their supplication. Police were working without rest or reprieve as the breakdown of realism brought out the pillager and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapons if they could or join together with the great unwashed who had weapons. This was going to be a material war, and everyone would have to fight back. The last XXIV hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to revivify the damage inside and outside of the city, and blessing every weapon and smoke that could be found. While the holy objects would not be strong enough to get out a Demon, a blessed shotgun scale would be enough to blast a hole in a Gargoyle's chest and bolt down it.

Finally, the opportunity to make out together and begin planning had arrived, and the force of Heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New House of York were trying to forecast out some way they would come through. The legions of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in Hell that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosemary,"even though we can overtake through property and that covered stadium, we can not work any humans with us. We can make hoi polloi intangible though contact, but we can not shift that kind of top executive to them. Abaddon said that the urban center is like the final obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that covered stadium and the sides of the lance are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the aerofoil of Earth through this ray, but without Angel powers, they can never interpenetrate the face or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of hellfire around the city is only about ten narrative high, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a belch cutting New York off from the Earth. Angel can evanesce through it, but man and unholy forces can not. As we sink cryptical and deeper into the planet, this will be a grace, as it will keep back this city from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long story abruptly, evacuation is not and selection, we can't contact the alfresco world, and supplies can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"fountainhead then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the people who want to fight but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with Angels to act as guard to the people,"Raffaello Sanzio said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the Angel will stop them. As for the Demons, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most belike 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 struggle off the host of Demons and Gargoyles means zip if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a workweek before New York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its shoes. We have to figure out a way to lift the summons before then."

"nearly likely the source of this problem is in Inferno. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"genus Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't work,"Michael cursed."The force of Hell outnumber us a chiliad to one in terms of paladin. If individual is a particularly esurient reprobate, then Scheol will become their home instead of their prison, and they will get together the legion of donjon passkey that torture the former residents. They are known as the evildoer, and these are the real hardcore prick : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial publication Orcinus orca, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive Hell and don't just decay into ash and later get a share of a empire that forms a fiend. 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 spitefulness of humans and you have a never-ending inundation of foot soldiers, not to cite that there are far More Demons than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to face the integrality of Hell, their universe is as dull as a dying adept. If I were to engage on all of Hell, they would just wash over me like a tidal moving ridge. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to revoke the unconscious process,"Raphael said."The Demons were able-bodied to spread out up a doorway with exclusively human being emotions and spells, so hopefully we can shut down it in a similar way. We just need time to fare up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno abysm cauldrons in the five nook of the city, so we might be able to override the procedure with a Hope beacon in the sum of New York where the revulsion Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original caldron were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only capable to do this because this city was a prodigious hub of anger and disconfirming Department of Energy, basically it was a giant weight on the cloth of blank space and time. We would own to create an equal and opposite affect in order to even possess a prospect, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to blaze and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive Department of Energy if we combined our powers or one of us broke a rosary chain,"rosemary suggested.

"The military force of Hell would flood the urban center with their consistency before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the pain and hatred of its resident physician wafting up like sens through a lamp chimney. Even if we got every Angel and garden angelica down here to bestow his or her persuasiveness, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of Hell. As knock-down as it is, even breaking a prayer beads chain would just be like fighting a forest fire with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to restrain from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to share with this ? The homo, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can arrive up with a way to countermand all this. As for the mass, they'll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to struggle, just puddle sure that you get your weapons blessed and you don't end up facing a ogre,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the elbow room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a disallow technique of the Archangels. You have noticed the rosary chemical chain that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Angelica Archangelica breaks them, they gain an unsurmountable cost increase of exponent, one that is very brief but brings them up to my stage of might. The ogre have a standardised move where they can violate their shackle, however, both motion result in death.

A few ogre in history that broke their shackle, but only because they did not love what the cost was. As I said before, daemon absolutely never commit self-destruction, as it goes against their nature of self-love. I actually faced one of those monster, and for a total of five minute, we were on a completely even playing battlefield. For archangel, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Archangels, God puts a seal on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after match's rising. Michael threatened to break a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even subject of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. thick pillars of gage were rising in the sky from the building set on fire and would burn to the footing, since the fire fighters couldn't afford to do in any water. The black dividing line were barely seeable against the sway bulwark of the cock New York had sank through, mold with a red luminosity from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a affair of time until that self-colored rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off metropolis but unable to affect it.

Was it possible for the multitude to survive ? To pull together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to action everything."

"You've been working nonstop flight since the engagement, you haven't allowed yourself to roost or find your strength,"she said, wrapping her finger around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of terms to cause up for. I made a huge misapprehension that took a lot of living and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to regret for my sinfulness,"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 overwrought my family will be. molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped cure her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the memory board alone is enough to nearly drive her insane. I would kick in anything to be capable to help her. I just have to hope we can survive this battle and live on in peace. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to recede you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their sassing separated after the tender candy kiss, genus Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to assuage some of your stress,"she said, opening her offstage and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smile on her face. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and glad as she soared over the metropolis like a listing peacenik. Her childish giggles and enraptured smiling made Baltoh bury all of his worry and cares, replacing them instead with love and joy at the batch of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her waistline, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like specter. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no mark of home. With a coy grin, genus Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have limited surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her branch around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel Falls, I was completely born-again and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to impart my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her face, admiring her unequalled mantrap."It would be an honor."

With a grin, Selene stepped back to the understructure of the bed and lowered the straps of her frock down her articulatio humeri, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to draw out the garb down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to motivate. unable to oppress his jest, Baltoh suggested she retract her folded wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the saint wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wing gone, she fully removed the dress and unmentionable, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous sable form that drove him wild. Her tit were still wish melons 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 flavorless as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hips had their usual fullness, with her thighs as smooth as glass and as cushy as the auricle of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could spring a quarter across the room while still rippling after a nice flavour and would put a Brazilian stripper to shame. Between her smooth thigh, the backtalk of her pussy were shaven as if by a optical maser, and looked untouched in every way potential.

Baltoh gazed upon her consistency as if experiencing a spiritual waking up, completely stunned by her godlike beauty and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry smiling, genus Selene slipped off her horseshoe and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a persuasion of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the cap of the Sistine Chapel.

genus Selene laid down with her promontory on the pillow and her fender re-extended, disseminate out and stretched to the pointedness that the conclusion were curled up against the walls."What do you recall ? Do I look like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wing re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her pin-up dead body. He started first gently kissing her feet, then ran his mouth against the rachis of her shins, then took his time in licking her smooth thigh with his recollective pitchfork tongue, taking in the delicious taste of her soft pelt. All the while, genus Selene shivered and purred in blissfulness from his teasing touch, driving herself savage in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his berm and his face just in from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the incoming to her gate of paradise. Selene gave a sonant coo of stimulation as Baltoh provided Brobdingnagian amounts of stimulant and champion through the smallest and wakeful of skin senses, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sense of gustatory modality with her delicious succus, licking up her essence like a dog with an vacate peanut butter jar. Selene gave a strident hum at his cutaneous senses and ran his fingers through his tomentum, squirming in joy with each picture of his natural language inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his natural language, checking to make sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his tongue to tickle and induce every raw nub and flap in her body, bringing her to her low orgasm in book clip and making her song out to the welkin in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral enlistment of Selene's body, spending a few seconds to cover her easy politic belly in kisses before moving up to her dresser. careful not to scratch up her with his claws, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender nerve endings. Baltoh wrapped his mouth around her flop nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making genus Selene yelping in pleasure.

He then moved to the leave nipple, painting it with his natural language with the Same energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the middle of the night by stirring. The appreciation of her teat was almost as lush as her cunt, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that erect 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 zit right wing on her nipple, he moved past her titty and began kissing her collarbone and her easy throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her various fourth dimension on the face, once on the ear, several multiplication on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the rim, where they maintained that link with an undying heat, separating and rejoining over and over again while their natural language swirled around each former in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on baby, shake my world,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel consistency is unlike than my human being body. From the man I love, I can experience no annoyance. There is nothing you can sacrifice me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the sass of her waiting snatch without his hand. As he slowly pushed the chief into the entrance, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her mouth and with that perfect tightness : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but fuddled enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her postulation, shoving his entire cock into her in a unmarried driving force and completely pulverizing her Hymen. Selene released a shaking moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single tinge of painfulness and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even trace how good 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 someone,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

qualification sure his hands weren't on her annex, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a bricole. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was farsighted than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the wallboard behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly hefty thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the mystifying turning point of her pussy with the mightiness of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her legs and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his articulatio genus, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in cloud nine every metre his muscular member was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its utmost and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his drumhead and kissed her, licking the street corner of her mouth while his nut release slapped her ass. The candy kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched holler from Selene as she had her minute orgasm in her new Angel consistence and Baltoh could taste the Delicious hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, genus Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her consistence back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her bosom jiggling with each rock-and-roll and her breathing heavy from the strain on her implements of war and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep humming she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her man body, genus Selene was able to keep the military position going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his rear end. With the wall broken, her third coming was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After several hour of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a abbreviated span of prison term, both with tender smile on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in easement at the mountain being removed from her organic structure. She then began moving back and off very slightly, rubbing it between her house ass cheeks, clenched between them tightly and moving the hide as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to fuck my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal retentive before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

wrapper her digit around the beam, she pressed the bulging head against the tintinnabulation of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly Virgo pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a oceanic abyss breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big dick in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her everlasting ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the crossbreed's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her aspect twist in the awkward joy and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every street corner of her asshole, sending shivers throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal cord with the head of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar parsimoniousness in his pelvic region.

"Then make full me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a particular surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his cock to rub hard against the interior of her ass at every angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top fastness, making genus Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his musket ball ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screams of disco biscuit made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent rippling through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a Patrick White geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a fire fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's SOB with so much pressure that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his dick, which was struggling to rest erect.

"I made trusted I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the base.

With his dick slowly returning to its prime, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his substructure. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his prick in her backtalk and began bobbing her pass, slurping up the smorgasbord of cum and ass succus that coated it as if it were umber sirup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouth as she worked her tongue and face against the legal tender skin of the head, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an discharge smile and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup titty together and dropped a taste of tongue between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two high-sounding mounds of anatomy together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her white meat glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's putz between them, nearly making him blow his stallion load from not just the smell, but the image and mental realization.

With her knocker held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an ineffable titty-fuck. As the fleshy H2O balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face downwards and was licking the tip with her glossa, tickling the dent as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In LE than a minute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo control stick and holding her white meat against his cock 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 mouth, across her human face, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of snowy guck. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while genus Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her aspect and chest.

"Forget Angel Falls, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this violent with the boys, 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 small demon inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."Come here, get some eternal sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to appease awake and keep patrolling the city for when the forces of Hell make their move. Besides, I've gone entire years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"Honey, don't even think that you can fritter me. seed here, I'll continue ticker for you while you get your rest."

yawn, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his annex as he moved under the concealment. Selene did the Saami 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 headache, I'll halt awake. And if I get bored, I can always just ask for Molly and the two of us will use the other incline of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her principal on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his chest.

With Selene curled up against him and his torso drained of both energy and cum, Baltoh had no worry falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and assemblage above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the first struggle of New House of York. Working together to foresee the U. S. Army of swarthiness, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal Wave of twinkle, slamming into the Gargoyle drove and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every bit with their combined baron. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all times when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to stay out of the engagement and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no sword or magic spell with which to struggle, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless radiance that allowed her to scandalise and burn unholy creatures on contact. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a Martial arts lesson, she was able to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been born-again faster, stronger, and smarter as an holy person. With holy energy wrapped around her like a winding-sheet, she would blot out Gargoyles with someone punches and kicking that would cut right through their anatomy. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to mend her injuries and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy house fly through the swarm of Gargoyles, swinging his blade wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like blades of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber slug, he zoomed through the crowd, carving rafts of Gargoyles in one-half every second with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with greater numbers pool of enemies all around him, his death count was reaching its usual numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with flit, now it was like shooting Fish in a barrel.

A booming laughter drew his care and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a monster with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the devil and grabbed him with his tooshie like a fly landing in a spider's web. With a right jerked meat of his tail, Baltoh crushed the fiend in his adhesive friction, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the consistency and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the buildings, homo with damn weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by angel, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to press were facing the military group of Hell with sign crowbar, nail-bats, fumbler knife, and piece. While the sky was filled with ululation and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the applause of guns and wow of the injured in dying. holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were lively, capable to hold on fight after multiple gunfire injury to the chest, not to mention that they too had a long-range attack in the contour of their mini iniquity heartbeat. The streets ran red with blood as people were tackled and torn to rag 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 fours like a pack of cheetahs sprinting after a flee gazelle. With stew and tears running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the windowpane. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne puppet managed to leave five deep gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The do-or-die somebody quickly jumped to his pes as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the nerve with a load of holy bird shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two unit of ammunition at a couplet of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his binding was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cubicles, the man discharged his last empty shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hands as stabilize as possible while sweat dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the carrel aisle, slowly approaching on all tetrad like a stalking Lion. Raising his weapon with trembling work force, the man loaded the first shell and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a riot passing his rim, the man discharged the hollow casing with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a kettle of fish in the tool's bureau and sending it tumbling to the flooring, struggling to remain alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his scattergun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its longsighted forked natural language swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty scale, he took aim and fired, only to hear a flabby mouse click instead of a loud bang. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old lady friend was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail body with unrelenting index. A puddle of profligate was forming beneath her, her slit was an identical spate of shredded anatomy, and her pelvic arch was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming lady friend was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled law officeholder. Sitting in a puddle of smutty water, the handgun was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final exam scream and stretchability, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five beat straight into its skull, shredding its psyche and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell dead to the face, its cock was removed with one final painful tear. With her lower body almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering young lady looked around, praying that someone would serve her. She looked and gave a understood cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilish smile and a throbbing erection. Releasing its claw from the paries, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too brawny to be taken down in a single shot. With rent streaming down her facial expression, she whispered a soft apology to her kin, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the sidewalk opened up into a combustion pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted black steel with bally rack and rotting carcasses nailed to the side of meat. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rusted collars of striver from infernal region, each with rags for wearable, rail-thin consistency, bound arms, and Fe mask. Riding in the chariot was a devil with black armour, a whip of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unholy words ravaged their minds like bullet emmet chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their bones, rip their flesh, and drink their line of descent ! The women will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for decease as we enslave them ! Let them know hurting, let them do it fear, and let them know Hell !'

"fiend 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 gravestone of all sizes and SHAPE burst out like woodchuck, destroying the yowl and coming up with decent power to flip machine. With a dull roar, skeletal hands with greenish-black colouring reached out of the ground as the sinner of underworld entered New York, each grave spitting them out like serpent from a pit. brand of Black person blade in manus, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring massacre to a real homo city after so many years and Hell. Being truly vicious soulfulness, they had lost their soma and blood in bicycle-built-for-two with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

law elevator car and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeleton in the cupboard marched down the route with a mysterious clacking rhythm. Wasting no clock time in ordering the undead felon to halt, the officer formed a dense barrier with their cars and all opened fire with pistols, shotgun, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeleton in the cupboard. While they were weaker than ogre in terms of power and they were made of only bones, they proved to be quite resilient to the slug. The systema skeletale were made of a far warm material than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to live, the evildoer could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the Devil, the skeletons broke social station and charged towards the telephone circuit of law officers, swinging their swords above their head word while they ran. The closer they got, the Thomas More wrong they received from the military officer's bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off arm, and snapping spikelet. But while they were falling like dominos in the affray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to make for, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police force while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the roof of one of the SWAT vans, an elderly garden angelica clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern Summoning !"

posterior him, a fifty-foot marvellous statue of a nude female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a satisfying gold lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant show, the luminance of Heaven shone down from the sides and onto the regular army of the Sinners. The frame howled in agony and tried to shield themselves as the sparkle set them ablaze like pismire under a magnifying shabu.

The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning pain. With a bellow of frustration, the monster cracked his fiery lash, causing it to grow in length and flash forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a furious snarl, the ogre yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's clench and shattering the marble Angel, sending huge pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"holy man Art : Lord Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his sword in hand. With a bellow of confidence, the Angelica Archangelica brought down his sword with the weighting 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 metropolis auction block to simultaneously explode into clouds of dust and wriggle metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following various forbidding crashes. Great column of gage and dust were rising into the air as building collapsed, due to the forces of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new terror, groovy skeletons that towered at over two 100 infantry in summit. These light-green bone behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of hundreds of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how devil are born.

However, their size of it and bodies were due to the fact that the hate of the single spirits that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike daimon, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an billow brute that was not obtuse enough in its immorality to gain a pack together ogre body. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use spells, their full-sized night Pulses and colossal bodies allowed them to cause vast measure of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark Pulse, launching the dense black laser into the urban center. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive explosion that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could carry him, charging his king in preparation to destroy the diabolic detestation. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and sweep its arm like he was a fly, missing the Angelica Archangelica but ripping away the ceiling of a tall apartment building and sending bricks and turn metal raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a powerful gripe.

Upon middleman, the goliath systema skeletale's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one counselling from the office of Raffaello Santi's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : gate of Eden !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a Dark pulse. The black beam surged out from between the skeleton in the cupboard's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raffaello Sanzio, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : god Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful beam of light of sanctum 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. With little drive, Raphael brought his steel down onto its wrist and sliced off its paw. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted curses at Raffaello Santi while charging a night pulsation. Before the blast could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the sword down onto the undead wolf's os frontale. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and break its body in half, slicing it all the way through its bureau and thorn as if his sword was l metrical foot long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raffaello Santi looked up as the split contribution of the skeleton in the closet began to separate, detonating the half-charged nighttime Pulse and shattering the integral body in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering urban center at Baltoh, who was working together with the Angelica Archangelica to struggle the torrent of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a monumental gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the 1000000. All the Archangels were firing immortal re into the black geyser of wildcat while Baltoh was using both the plumage pointer and pincer bullet while, essentially turning his consistency into almost three-dozen Richard Jordan Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his spells, line of descent and butchered soundbox section fell like waterfalls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning soundbox that were incinerated by the embroil theology Rays of the archangel. Every second that passed by, tens of chiliad are Gargoyles met their gruesome end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure jet. But as powerful as the force play of Heaven were, the legion of nether region outnumbered them in horrifying order of magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with daimon. Every few hour, one of the garden angelica would have to go forth and go face a Demon 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 past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all side of meat but her confidence 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 chela barred.

genus Selene turned around, wrapped in sanctum energy, and delivered her stiff lick to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the blow of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a deadly kick, slicing its head off its berm with the white glory wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left hand and right side, giving her no chance to fork over counterplay. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathering glowing with blessed business leader, she spun around with her wings full-of-the-moon expended and carved them all down like the sword of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the cap with a tumid gang of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single fall of fear in her heart and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of engagement, she had a wide grin on her font from the physical exertion and the feeling of the sweat on her nerve. This combat was resonating with her ; the lawful aliveness or demise challenge and the prospect to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure she could palpate and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, lilliputian bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a vacillation of her arm, Selene sliced the creature in one-half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a mightily push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hades beast did not see this coming and were caught of safety device, giving genus Selene the opportunity of a life-time to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her hired man had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the black puppet with her glowing wings, one of them managed to land five bombastic cutting off across her shoulder. While the botheration stopped her impulse, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"Perfect, it's no fun without a little something to redress for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claw in savor and then lashed out with its tail, trying to spit her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the beast off its base and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the circumferent Gargoyles like bowling pins, her bruise arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin flush it had triggered and the exploit being used to combat the hurting made Selene's heart slipstream in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive child desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's after part finally snapped from the pains, sending the animal hurtling off the construction and taking away all of Selene's remainder. She continued to spin, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a detainment of herself. So light-headed she could barely think, genus Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long 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 screams.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his paw together."Angel Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle deluge, a slap-up bang of whiteness cloud surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense vortex with sanctum free energy crackling through the folds of vapour like lightning. The storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas swarm. The swarm lowered itself, forming a Navy SEAL over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"trade good, now we can center on other surface area. derive on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud roadblock. His four wing were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you mad ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true up power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake the urban center !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the garden angelica fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the abyssal blast.

The atomic number 10 ray exploded from his gloriole, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's computing had been even off in the saturation of the blast, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a tube with acid. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from blaze to try and get to New York, basically carving through their legion like a jet of hot water system through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a gust that shook New York to the full point of near city-wide death, an plosion was set off in Hell, touch to more than ten thousand hydrogen dud. An sea of fire surged up in the blank between New House of York and nether region, engulfing every entity that had been trying to turn over the city and killing them like dirt ball under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their death price to the range near ten figure. From every scuttle carved into the city, a mainstay of firing shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone closing by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to recover their mental bearing and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's contract attention of the subsister and then repair the equipment casualty,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New House of York's hospital, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stick around live with a torn windpipe and vena jugularis vein. His deal were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than Bodoni medical specialty ever could. To the audio of the generator humming in the basement, doctors and nurses struggled to keep people alive with dim kindling and vanish resource. Every hallway and room was stuffed with seam, the floor was wet with rakehell from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only venial hurt would basically let to parcel out with it themselves or hope they could find an holy man to avail them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the multitude who had actually been brought in. The urban center was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in infliction and need of supporter, the health check stave worked feverishly not to waste metre or attention by asking the saint questions while they helped be given to the wounded. For every Dr. and nurse, there was one Angel using his or her power to heal soul, and the penury to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the universe, or even personal doubtfulness was overpowering. Here they were, the result to the groovy questions on terra firma, but just as they would unfold their sassing to speak, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden spray of pedigree would drag their attention back to the matters at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angel Falls had a similar nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with to a greater extent curiosity than reverence. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the nifty terror to heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of promised land, his daemon half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a terror, while his Archangel one-half and his drive to slay evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wounding in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a hundred angel were arriving to assist in the healing summons, meaning that he could finally direct a breach. Even after firing a rage blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three c mass, his energy stratum were still fairly high, but his mind was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing genuine living human race lose their lives in such fearsome ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming impalpable, he floated up to the roof of the infirmary to clear his head for a few min. Stepping onto the ceiling, he leaned against the slope of the going with his deal over his aspect as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a charwoman's voice said softly. He looked over and his oculus widened as they focused on molly, who had a nervous flavour on her face.

"molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I babble to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the paries, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would talk to Selene, but I can't find oneself her anywhere and she is probably just as fussy as you are. To be dependable, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a keep person would see me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so much to handle with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such dominance that she stopped in her running."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 leave anyone else the add up burden. But we are booster and I want to aid you. I want to piss you glad. Any weight you have to take, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad grinning on her look."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a deep breath."The trouble is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those fiend, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without waver, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an saint in the world-class place, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"molly, there is nothing wrong with being scared, especially for individual in your stead. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just require you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those shit did to you… you have cypher to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock of her golden hair, and as his finger grazed her impertinence, she burst into weeping and sat down on the floor, 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 believe her tactile property 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 devil standing over me, laughing. Every time my mind wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her impertinence, ending her gasps.

In the corner of the cap, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be indiscernible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get drag in up in the cataclysm of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to disturb. With a expression of warm pridefulness on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh facilitate Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're drained now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human consistency, but you've been reborn into a new trunk. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to dribble. Your body is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The only traces of your nuisance lie in your own memory. All you have to do is look forward to the future and bury the by like your old soundbox. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can derive to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an Angel, and you have the gravid chance in the globe to change everything and jump from scratch."

mollie gained a small smile of peacefulness on her typeface as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her heart swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace treaty. If you ever want to fight back, you're more than than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will pass judgment you. You have all the fourth dimension in the reality to sort things out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I plowshare a bond as well."

Molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his mitt and lifted her chin, looking into her blue eyes and trying to get her to verbalize."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one affair that only you can do to make me feel better. Make love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelty, I want an act of 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 nightmare with a beautiful dream,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be serious ! She knows he's with genus Selene ! How can he— ‘ rosemary thought before Baltoh and molly began making out.

Rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues dance and their hands run across each other's bodies. Baltoh was gentle at first, waiting to feel Molly's arousal reach its peak before showing any kind of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the paries of the exit and pulled his backtalk away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her altogether consistency trembling and her breathing quick and shallow. This was the first time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the paries, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and clavicle, while she purred in happiness from the touch of his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his hood back and running her digit through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long tongue between Molly's backtalk, licking the inside of her back talk while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tush and carefully cut the lacy strap of her attire and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to draw out down on her garb, letting her melon-sized jug pop out like airbags. mollie's external respiration was heavy as the fresh air kissed her tits, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every nerve with artistic skill, bringing her to her maximum floor of arousal.

As Rosmarinus officinalis watched Baltoh suck on molly's nipples and entrust them wet and erect, she listened to Molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her soundbox. Watching the two of them made her titty tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to mollie and seeing the looking at of euphoria on her face was sending wavelet of warmth through her organic structure from between her branch. No topic how hard she tried to fight down it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling jealous, as her bosom were nothing compared to the squishy bowling balls that stood out on mollie's chest.

"Baltoh, tell me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panties. Her vocalization was mellow pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."molly, I love you."

All of the Energy Department he had burned with just a second before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a foresightful kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath midst with endocrine and her pegleg wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her step-in, revealing her smooth wet snatch, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his waistcloth and bloomers with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully upright and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to buss her and grinded the shaft against her awaiting pussy, driving her wilderness with expectation. Without him even inserting the nous, he had molly giving gentle moans of bliss as his muscular hammer rubbed against her lenient delicate lips. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the point of begging to find it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was ineffective to see Baltoh's humanity, but in the back of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feelings and desires for him, but also out of the mere wonder of whether he had the endowment of a ogre or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm for sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear liveliness while his cock rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juices as it widened her lips in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me feel you,"she murmured with her face buried in the slope of his neck.

Holding her up even in high spirits, Baltoh positioned his rooster against the go around lips of her puss. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the intimate blissfulness. Working his hammer into the entering, Baltoh immediately felt molly's interior open up and widen to take over him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in volume each bit. In the background, rosemary was watching them with her eyes wide and her respiration heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to see what she was.

smell her virginal membrane, Baltoh came to a stop and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the wall with his dead body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their fingers intertwined above their heads. With molly's hands spread and their laurel wreath pressed together, Baltoh dug his chela into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would bring his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her ramification around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one great drive, Baltoh forced his entire cock into her Virgo puss, rupturing her hymen like a grape vine under a sledgehammer and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an opera singer, wishing that she could feel the Saami incursion. Baltoh slowly pulled his pecker out of her, revealing the blood of her Hymen coating his member.

With her Hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in farseeing, mystifying jabbing. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and focal ratio of his penetration, while holding onto the rampart with his claw. Her white meat bouncing with each powerful jabbing, Molly gave a continuous moan of sexual ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her insides with his muscular pipe organ, growing in fastness in speed every irregular. In LE than a minute, he was fucking her like a car with her dead body pinned against the rampart and her finger's breadth wrapped around his as he worked to keep back his mighty pace. Her breast were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the feeling of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's mighty humanness.

In the backdrop, rosemary was flushed with the consuming desire to touch herself, her skin crawl and itching as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, debauched, and deeper was driving her natural state with lust and envy, but no subject how great the desire became, she refused to indulge in the sinful desires. She had to outride resolute and do whatever she could to proceed from committing the act of incontinence. But no subject how hard she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no reasonableness to extend it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-control and increased his pep pill and baron, fucking her as punishing and fast as physically potential, making Molly cry out in happiness as his putz plunged deep into her soft ardent pussycat, slamming into every sensitive spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few arcsecond before Molly did, but with a jet of come spraying her insides with what felt like the imperativeness of a fervour hosepipe, she honestly couldn't William Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seminal fluid filled her to the breaker point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the force per unit area of the overflow, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her Earth as she screamed in jubilancy and squeezed Baltoh's hands as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her unit body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing heavy, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the storey, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was ineffectual to stand. As if broken from a trance, Rosmarinus officinalis shook her capitulum from face to side and matt-up her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming nonphysical, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the building to the staircase leading back up. She had to look like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became forcible once again and lowered her cloaking trance. Taking one last-place mystifying breath to calm her nerves, she walked up the stairway, opened the door, and came out onto the cap. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the raft before her. Molly was on her knees, her head bobbing back and Forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible acquisition, draining every last drop of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his second sexual climax and Molly leaned her headway back with her back talk open, letting semen spray her face and fill her rima oris, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained ball and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was unable to refuse that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the door and allowed it to close up, creating a loud bang that made Baltoh and mollie jump in surprise.

"There is a group meeting about to happen in City Asaph Hall, accompany me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his pants, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the nerve."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one dapple on her aspect that wasn't coated in seed."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the drear stairway where she was waiting. Not even bothering to look 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 urban center Hall, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the face as hard as she could. The black eye didn't send Baltoh back a single whole step, but he clutched his impertinence and growled.

"What the Hades was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean, but never cruel. I thought you were in love with genus Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that woman of the street ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cuckold on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; molly is component of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that genus 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 nighttime Selene was captured and mollie was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's thought. She is now division of the chemical group. I did cipher wrong."

While his words crushed Rosmarinus officinalis's accusation, 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 wild with me, then at least have the guts to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive gripe about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a tear ran down her boldness."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you in force than anyone ! If you were supposed to precipitate in dear with someone, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the inaugural human you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so easy for you to be intimate with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Lapplander soul you met in Hell twenty-three years ago,"he said softly.

"Don't ease up me that shit, cipher in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three years ago, that was twenty-three eld for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. things change Rosemary, things always change, including the great unwashed, and while you may not believe it, you're the reason why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inch apart.

She turned away from him, binge streaming from her eyes."It's not fair. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his dead body pressed against hers. rosemary shivered as she felt his hard-on between her legs, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their knickers. Even while covered, it felt so tender and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Same berth that he had been in with Molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosmarinus officinalis said softly with her optic closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt heart-to-heart as their sass joined and separated and their clapper danced. Rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to start thrusting his consistency forward, rubbing his clothed cock between her stage, with her scanty 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 suffer it. matter are changing, Rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my truce with paradise won't finis too long after this all ending and the occupation of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to have to foot a English, just make sure that it is the slump one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her posing in the stairwell, struggling to call back properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will take a patch for enough troops to be found to border on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force were all standing in the city manager's federal agency, planning their next motility. Selene was there but Rosmarinus officinalis was belated to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any theme how much wrong you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that kingdom became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in bother. draw a blank a hole between dimensions, that dimension would destruct itself and draw the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the mogul utilisation low. That eruption caused a lot to a lesser extent destruction than you think, as most of the vitality was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a one hundred thousand people and Sir Thomas More than a million were wounded. Even with holy man flooding the city, there were just too many enemy force to maintain the man dependable. And that's not even counting the number of holy person we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected zippo less. I can't imagine any of the occupant of this city surviving this war. Most likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutter will be overflowing with line,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"wealthy person you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the city manager asked impatiently.

"We have our outdo head in Eden running simulation after pretending and studying this unusual person from every angle,"Raffaello Santi sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that cocksucker Abaddon and his ally wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearances. We've found planetary house of symbols scribbled across the city in human blood, and I don't just have in mind at the site where those nether region abysm 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 Hell does all this mean ? !"the chief of constabulary yelled, already on edge from the engagement, the death, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more complex than just six summons and human electronegativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the data in the program library of sexual congress out of double star code, that's how composite it was. We're trying to figure out the accurate chronological succession of symbols required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to figure out the design of a castle after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should recount you what sort of mire we're dealing with. If we were to try and produce a reversing formula from scratch, it would take chiliad, if not tens of thousands of years…"

"Which the daemon have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of infernal region,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the whizz in Eden just draw out the adjust sequence at random like a bunch of monkeys on typewriters printing out the work of Shakespeare, then we have no way to turn back the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his whole step as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The way was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the goings on of the humankind a long time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"genus Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not present them point on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to retain ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm indisputable you think that the the Tempter is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen garden angelica Lucifer. That is incorrect. Satan and Lucifer are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Beelzebub is the prince of darkness ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the commencement diabolic entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a trench breath."No, his force are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the hellhole Princes. I'm a powerful fighter and I can do global devastation. However, Tenebrous is a straight god and his mogul lie on a universal joint shell. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me various hundred times, and each time, I escape by the cutis of my teeth. Every clip I've come to terra firma, it was to escape Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the world and with no way to stop or reverse it,"said Rosemary.

Everyone was silent and time slowly passed by. One minute, two instant, three. Baltoh had his Chin resting on his camp out fingerbreadth, deep in persuasion."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the Archangels with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the summons. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"blasphemy ! Speaking such password is blasphemy !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, oral presentation in an abnormally inscrutable representative and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very unplayful tone.

"It is a possibility dreamt up in snake pit by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small mind like yours, one that has not lived for as farsighted as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the political machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the plots of their stories through the precipitous incumbrance of a god. Machina refers to the Stephen Crane used in maneuver to get down the thespian playing these god dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a unlike yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Jehovah in nirvana that created this macrocosm and Hell, but Heaven and hellhole splitting off from this existence upon its parturition, in which you humans call the"Big flush ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposite weights on a weighing machine, then this universe is the scale itself. In this theme, this creation is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray-haired ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and light.

The 2d section of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser beings, no greater than you or I. The belief is that there are three stool, each service as the whipping heart and ground substance of a region. Whether these are real toilet or symbolic 1, nonentity is sure. But they say that whoever is capable to require a commode becomes a god of that universe. Tenebrous occupies the can of netherworld, Jehovah occupies the can of promised land, and the potty of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this lawsuit, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can involve ascendance of the crapper of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our best 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 overstretch these practical laugh !"Michael barked.

"The solitary ground why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the Trygve Lie you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this cosmos instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is confessedly and you and your fellow Archangels were created after the comer of human beings, being created by God, who was inspired by the designing of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"Heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosemary on the other handwriting had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"clench on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as a good deal particular or information. The explanation I received was nada like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what variant you heard, every interlingual rendition is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and keep up ? The affront to the true statement of the Earth ? !"

"What is the the true, Michael ? ! What is the Sojourner Truth that we believe and surveil ? Think about it, God Almighty hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand yr. We're his archangel, his courier, and yet I can't remember the live meter I saw him or heard him. We know nothing about Divine, only what we have told each early. And here he is, the oldest and strongest of us, the only Demon-Archangel loan-blend to ever exist, the greatest anomalousness in the existence, and he knows the origin of the universe with more pellucidity than we do !"

Michael stood shut down to her, their faces column inch apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're rightfulness, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Angelica Archangelica'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to assure half holy man and Angelica Archangelica in nirvana to kibosh their impossible missionary work to find a reversing enchantment and instead tell them to bulge out 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 adjacent metre I fire one of my blasts down into netherworld, it will be at full tycoon. I don't maintenance if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only when considerable choice. Find the can or bollix up up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a thick grumbling voice.

"Damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"amercement, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant pricking,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the commode are factual thrones or if it's a emblematic name. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to note that looking for it means searching the entire universe,"Raffaello Santi added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophic point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest intellect on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a newsflash of luminousness as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is zip we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the center of the night approached ( though there was no way to tell time in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left thigh and Molly straddling his right. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussies against his legs like a yoke of mahimahi scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering rooster, all while the trio were all kissing each former with their glossa forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasance, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the nook, completely undetectable to all gage. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a mixture of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the carnal dancing while her brain raged,

After coming so close to being informal with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of intimacy with his buff and blond doxy at the same clock time, rosemary felt piercingly resentment and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that ira turned to envy, enviousness of Selene and molly for being able to deliver him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange oddment welling up inside her as she watched molly and genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated love life triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly unmistakable. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to Selene and genus Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The final result were a put off naut mi of social dynamics that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to study it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two fair sex kiss each other with Baltoh's spit between their balmy wet lips and their hands gently stroke and tickle each other's bare bodies, Rosemary could feel secure lust and desire burn within her. She wanted to be touched in that same carnal way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a sure fogginess, a sealed sweetly virtuous eroticism to the touching between the two women, a alone amiableness that did not exist between a man and a women. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that rosemary desperately wished she could report it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the only intimate thoughts 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 eubstance like a blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different fantasies, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having strong feelings for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two woman, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, infant, eff me,"genus Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the marrow of her chest of drawers while mollie pouted that genus Selene got the world-class turn.

molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening slit. She gave a soft whine of delight as it entered her, filling every nook and cranny of her velvet Interior Department. Leaning back with her chest of drawers heaving and her tit jiggling like H2O balloons, genus Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her adulterate pussy with her bridge player after licking her digit. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down level and molly began riding his brass, whining from the intense sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging titties.

In the street corner, Rosmarinus officinalis's respiration was weighty as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and Molly's beautiful eubstance, slightly glistening from a reduce motion-picture show of sweat, and listening to the sounds of genus Selene's wet pussy lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's turncock while her bland thigh clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her whole trunk was being tickled. Her tegument longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own naked dead body for the first-class honours degree real metre in her liveliness. Even while inaudible, unseeable, and intangible, she was afraid to be active for fear of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so a lot stronger. Her breathing became speedy, she began licking and chewing on her lips, and she had her branch tightly pressed against her face, rubbing her fingers against her second joint, wishing that she could rip away her loose-fitting bloomers and touch herself.

Back on the bed, Molly's coos were turning into gimcrack whines as Baltoh's persistent natural language brought her closer and closer to her first climax as an Angel Falls. He was gorging himself on her delectable pussy, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious taste and flavour of mollie's essence. Desperate for further stimulation, the blonde beauty shifted her weight, using one manus to squeeze her Brobdingnagian dope almost brutally and feel her stiff son of a bitch with the other. Her whines grew in volume and she stopped licking 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 first orgasm, she worked her middle finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shiver up her dead body from the unusual sensation. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental shiver from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricant in her cocksucker. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on genus Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her friend's face. genus Selene's wrapped her lips around Molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a cock sucking and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, mollie gave a particularly tacky high-pitched moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her insides with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole eubstance quiver, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an beat cat, panting heavily.

"Wow molly, I can't believe how often that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new eubstance just wasn't used to it. Don't concern, I'm ready for Thomas More,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to admit Baltoh's powerful erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her limb around Molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her cervix. Rosmarinus officinalis licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by person, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to find the nude dead body of Selene or molly pressed against her own, to experience one of them kissing her skin in that Same intimate loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

Molly finally managed to work out the head of Baltoh's cock into the entering of her body and gave a loud crying gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretching to take in the mass. Selene tightened her hold on her lesbian lover with her paw between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic realm bulge as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the point of bursting, the ecstasy was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her wholly eubstance was trembling as she tried to get reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a soft whimper with each movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's grueling cock, quivering with each blink of an eye and glistening with her vaginal juice. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waist to harbor her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady musical rhythm, springing on his dick while crying out in ecstasy every clock time the head punched the cryptic corner of her cunt like a boneless fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more than and more on Baltoh's herculean empennage to pump her up and down as if she were a Piston while the sound of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her screams of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two fan were passionately making out with his weapon wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the nook, rosemary was staring in awe at Molly's heaving torso, her breasts jumping like two indestructible water balloons attached to the handles of a pogo stick. Even without lights on, molly's soundbox was glistening with a thin bed of fret, allowing every muscle under her skin to display itself with each jubilant microseism. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's cock and was fucked like a blow-up doll, Rosemary was filled with so often lustfulness that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's body as if she were a behemoth lollipop.

The strait of molly's second joint clapping against Baltoh's and her groan of intimate happiness was like music to Rosemary's ears, her vibrant body looked downright delectable, the olfactory modality of her puss juice was like aroma, and just the sight of the three sexual partners was captivating. All these cistron were driving Rosemary up the wall and she could no longer turn back herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her knocker tentatively with one mitt and working her fingers in her panties with the other. This was the kickoff time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle light touch of her finger's breadth sent shivers of bliss through her palpitation trunk.

rosemary suddenly looked up from her own soundbox as molly released a shaking belly laugh of felicity from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stopover, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her stage and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."fountainhead ducky, what do you think ? Would you be will to be a little more affected role ?"

She gained the same tender grin and cupped his cheek."Oh class, babe. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his backtalk against hers and then moved over to molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth inner second joint before running his lips against her sweet peach ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's back talk against her smooth sultry rear, molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosmarinus officinalis watched from the corner and did the Saami. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh lick his rim 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 neck massager, Molly cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. genus Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the sight and sound of molly being pleasured. Rosemary was in the same side, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her soft skin, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being able to lick Molly.

After exploring the depths of her asshole with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running buss up her back and shoulder joint. After kissing her neck and ear, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her buttock.

"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 that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosmarinus officinalis thought in disbelief.

Molly again spread her ass cheeks 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 beef as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with genus Selene, mollie's cocksucker instantly loosened and opened upon the penetration, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway overt, Baltoh plunged his peter into her asshole, making mollie scream like a banshie from the painless yet indescribable and awkward feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his integral rooster in mollie's anus, wondering how the blonde beauty could possibly be moaning in cristal with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, slow strokes, Baltoh began to fuck molly's ass with great 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 Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up fastness, driving down into her body like an automatic mallet. Molly's groan became a ceaseless high-pitched scream as the amount of joy flooding her dead body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, genus Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless fingers brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, Rosemary was now completely au naturel and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the musical theme of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging gumshoe, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into knock-down envy, envy so expectant that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

rosemary's body was different from genus Selene and Molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned due date, but she had more of an adolescent tone. As an Angelica Archangelica not created by God, her trunk was the result of a large group of Angels fusing together into a I spirit, ending up with a frame dictated by the majority of her"factor ”. As expected, all the somebody that made hers were women, almost all of them quite Cy Young. But while her physical structure wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the Saami age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"buff. Already, her thighs were glistening with the solve fluid that her rousing was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet sexual climax.

Without any word of advice, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making molly give a particularly loud sidesplitter. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human being would ever be capable to gibe his upper. His whole dead body could barely be discerned as anything other than a titan blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at peril of falling apart and mollie's anus was being pummeled so intemperate and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped open like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so operose !"she screamed with the volume of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her cunt became soaked with a fresh stratum of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's physical structure became quieten and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole soundbox was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breath. With Baltoh's stopcock still standing at full attention, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grinning and took it in her sassing, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a corn cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an Angel, but still…'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered in one percentage of her judgement while the rest of her psyche wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean house, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her fundament on his bent grass stifle and her hands on his berm. With his hands on her pelvic arch, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the forcefulness and endowment of a sawhorse, Baltoh poke upwards into her anus, stretching the halo to its limit and making Selene establish a oceanic abyss moan. Baltoh waited for a few minute, making sure that his location was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the fountainhead of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his legs and licked Selene's snatch, giving genus Selene a classify rush of pleasance. Watching Selene, never before had rosemary felt so a good deal enviousness. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Saami time… the sheer lustfulness and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For various minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of genus Selene's cocksucker and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and contagion was out of the question for Selene, and even if it was, her shit was as houseclean as a bleaching agent bottleful since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely birth no repercussions for her. All three women knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their center skip a beat, before the recognition hit them and their electric shock turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric grin on her face as Baltoh drove up into her purulent respective time, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in single fluid drive and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her snatch, soaking both orifices with a frothy smorgasbord of each other's raw lube. When he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would lick the appearing and disappearing rotating shaft of his cock.

After 20 transactions, Baltoh had to relinquish the post from the vast amount of money of vim and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, Molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of Selene's ass and pussy on his pecker. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all IV with a coy grin. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swollen back talk of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his natural pneumatic hammer rhythm method of birth control, instantly turning genus Selene into a jittery wreck with her backtalk hanging open as she gave a low groan of unparalleled happiness. For the kickoff few minutes, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the interior of his sass while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired to a greater extent stimulant and moved in social movement of genus Selene, lying on her spine with her peg spread and her blushful backtalk curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her face in Molly's pussy, licking her velvet lips with her long silky black hair scattered across her friend's belly. Molly's usual loud groan were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her hands against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her turning point, Rosmarinus officinalis was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waving of heat and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her consistency with abyssal speed were making it unmanageable to resist, let alone keep back from hollering like an opera house Singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquid state sprayed from her slit as if it was a H2O gun as she achieved a female ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her groundwork and covering her smooth legs in a glistening luster, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the smashed lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic juices, Selene moved to the side to recover from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing mollie and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his thorax, with Baltoh kissing her ankle joint and foot as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten minutes. Having caught her intimation, genus Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her face, letting Molly gorge herself on her promiscuous, tender pussy while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, Selene, and Molly maintained this position for another ten minute of arc with rosemary continuing to watch them and touch herself. The position was broken only briefly so that molly could straighten herself and wrap her leg around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her asshole. genus Selene too shifted locating, sitting on her heels and grinding her smooth ebon ass buttock against Molly's face, purring at the touch sensation of dominating her friend.

This went on for the eternal sleep of the night, with Baltoh switching back and Forth between the two women. corporate time of day were spent with his dick in dissimilar dickhead, pussies, and mouths, with a great deal the prison term spent with a woman's tongue in his pharynx or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

earreach his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her cheek against mollie's, both women sticking out their glossa with their mouths wide open.

Baltoh gripped his pecker and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and physical barrier he had set up in his consistence to tumble down and let everything rate of flow. With his eyes rolling back into his chief, he released a boneheaded gooey jet of his seminal fluid into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their oral fissure. After swallowing, the two cleaning lady sat up and began licking each early's faces like a dyad of Caterpillar, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole soundbox feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every drop of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a arctic band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"Damn, that was overnice,"genus Selene purred with her typeface pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfective tense,"Molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his rightfulness. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex cooperator closed their eyes and became silent.

On the early side of the way, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly give sex, masturbate to the batch, and feel sexual attractor to the two women. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the essence of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so inadequate of clip. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the way watching us the whole prison term. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you sleep together ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her concealment go briefly wavered every time she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty officious while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

genus Selene gained a coy look on her cheek."Well then, how about we invite her to our next academic session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited mollie, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it severely to believe that you are this volition to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to find out. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to micturate each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next engagement, when all the Angel are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"ask round"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each former's centre."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the but woman that I truly desire to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these lilliputian sex political party. I see that they make you well-chosen, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get envious and their feelings will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love life we share. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to refine things. Molly loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to name sure we don't end up crossing a line and we're ineffectual to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather misplace my powers and be cast back into Hell to be tortured for all timelessness than be without you."

Selene's grinning then gained a loving softheartedness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like dust against a Calluna vulgaris."You will never lose me. My body, mind, and somebody, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how elaborate things become, all that we need is to have it off each other, because that love will oblige us together forever,"she murmured, placing her handwriting on his cheek.

"I love you, Selene. You are the merely being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the solely one who can differentiate me what to do, the merely one who I will always surveil. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life history in others hands like a triplet if it is found. Everyone tries so tough to hide his or her deuce-ace, to keep from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my ternary to you, because you will forever consume my making love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can crap this animal retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the like matter to you, because I will always obey, follow, and have a go at it you. I would do anything in this world for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my life because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to prove you my dedication,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"jailer 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 way already ? I'm trying to kip,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a pocket-size jape and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the heart of the Nox, shining in through the window with the intensity of a stage ignitor. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The Oliver Stone shaft around the metropolis had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The metropolis had literally burned through the worldly concern's crust and was passing through the mantle. The only affair that kept New York from being instantly burned to a Saratoga chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"clip is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his school principal back down on the pillow.



With genus Selene and Molly's naked bodies held tightly in his embracement, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a stray blast struck the hotel room balcony and sent rubble and broken glass flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the power of Hell were once again advancing on New York.

"young lady, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his stern. They both shook their head word, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is time to defend once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two angel flew out of the destroyed hotel way and looked out over the metropolis. Already, Archangels and daimon were zooming between the construction while their vane and spells clashed, massive torrents of Gargoyles were bursting out of the footing like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and sinner 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.

"Angel Art : Wings of the Crusader ! demon Art : vane of darkness !"he called, stretching his wings to their uttermost length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered auras of white light radiated from his holy man extension while two steel-like fins of coloured zip stretched from his ogre extension. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle swarm and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his powered wing, he sliced the forces of hell on earth to patch as if they were pieces of heart and soul dropped into a food processor. Misty cloud of blood sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body character blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunshot pulled Selene and Molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the number one wood desperately running over the Sinners and Gargoyles on foot. With how the fomite was able to shatter the skeleton of the evildoer and rip apart the Gargoyles like while of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the smoke being fired out the windowpane from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, glassful rained down from the billet construction to their right field as Sinners leapt from the windowpane, howling curses with their rusty swords in hand.

"mollie, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"leave of absence it to me !"her friend countered with fervency in her nub, having developed a lifelike affinity for fight, just like Selene.

Pointing her handwriting at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only long-range tone-beginning of the holy man : a narrow Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch illumination iniquity pulsation. The bam whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slice it in half like a full-sized Divinity Ray, but packing to a greater extent than enough force to obliterate the Sinners.

With broken and scorch bones falling like hail but to a greater extent Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic military action. Standing on the ceiling of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to put down on the van instead collided with Selene's wings, which were glowing with holy energy. On contact, the skeletons were shattered like glass vas and their castanets were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their hired gun at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like Leo the Lion after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullets were more than affective against the sorry legions, shattering the evildoer'skeletons and blasting gory pickle straight through the Gargoyles like deer clout through wild boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an interior caked with line and aimed her hands at the horde of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of wildness, she launched two ray of light of favorable energy from her palm, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the iniquity force-out. With each she one cut down, five more would take its seat, drawn by the commotion of engagement. But no thing how many showed up, she refused to allow her provision of vigour to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % admittedly. The thrill of battle and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing back store of the painful sensation and chagrin she suffered at the hands of the Demons. That pain in the ass was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to retaliate her own end and fight back against the fiendish spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every fanfare of a computer storage from her decease made her blood burn in her veins like molten alloy and caused angry teardrop to well out down her cheek, but it also caused the twinned beams of light up shooting from her hands to increase in size and power, almost turning into real divinity fudge Rays.

With a brassy shriek, she doubled her output, making the ground shake and the window of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of twinkle obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the rider in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yankee-Doodle sports stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus Selene said to the driver as the van came to a fleeting stop.

Once the van left, genus Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock of mollie's golden hair.

"Yeah, combat is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a deep breathing space. With a tender smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut short as the building behind them exploded into a tidal waving of junk from a Bleak clawing its way up from hell on earth and into New York. genus Selene and molly quickly raised their hands and each fired a irradiation of holy energy at the evil pudding stone, managing to swinge its body but only inflicting as much damage as a pair of magnifying drinking glass on a Tree trunk. The animal snarled and shielded its human face from the optical maser, causing two narrow pillars of Mary Jane to rise up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and mollie and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's skeletal hands, Selene and Molly both aimed their work force at the beast's nerve and fired a ray of light into its eye, blinding the wight and causing sens to stream Forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its hold on Selene and Molly to the point where they both coughed up lineage. With its visual modality blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a wickedness Pulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their business leader enhanced by eating human flesh and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his friend in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the daemon managed a lucky snap and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the accidental injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the tabernacle and ripping off the upper portion of its brass and much of its brainpan. The Bleak staggered back and tried to quell alive and on its feet, allowing genus Selene and molly to drop away free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of ease, one of the devil attacked from behind him and managed to stab 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 monster with a furious snarl. first-class honours degree reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the gist of her ribcage, piercing her pectus with his claws and ripping out bloody strips of her inwardness and left lung. The Demon vomited blood and tried to quarter another katana from the rachis of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his deal again, this time striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteria, as well as a portion of her spinal anesthesia column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with grim flames to inflict More damage. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pick strike of the second daemon, used his right offstage to block the skull-headed hammer impact of the third gear fiend, used his left wings to block the notched jousting gig of the fourth monster, and used his tail to strike back against the twenty percent Demon, who was wielding a whale chopper sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the hammer breaking the bones in his proper offstage and the shaft piercing his left extension, but he was able-bodied to detour the flack of the second and fifth and his wound from the previous affray were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the indorse Demon with his shadow and the third and fourth with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to bump off the fifth, but the ogre had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing power. The Demon raised his cleaver sword above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"tinker's damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"Rosemary shouted, appearing following to genus Selene and molly with her paw aimed at the oncoming fiend."Angel Art : Spear Of Destiny !"

From her palm, a golden voulge vane shooting Forth, made solely of idle and as large as a car, but also being as melt off as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The behemoth gig completely slipped through the demon's sense of spotting and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the Demon school principal on, slicing it in half right down the midsection. With the creature defeated, Rosmarinus officinalis turned to Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each former and Baltoh, she was too befuddle and embarrassed to look right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're watching over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a lazy smile.

Rosemary's centre widened in shock and she glanced at genus Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, good. Once you're healed, you are to generate to fighting. This struggle isn't over yet,"Rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his wellness restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused smile. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the churches of New York city. The fight was over, and as usual, every church in the urban center was packed with people, praying for God to carry through them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fighting. The room was ruby-red from the illumination of the red region fencing around the city passing through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the scene of a barbarous massacre by daemon. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and despairing representative were the unappeasable sobs and sniffs of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

Rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could beg in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their families, ask why God was not putting a stay to this, or to give thanks her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every death that happened to be a personal nonstarter. Almost every Angel and archangel that wasn't interfering healing the injure and repairing the destroyed city had taken a similar form of solitude.

This clip, she was praying for clarity for the impression she was experiencing for Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for garden angelica to be in amatory relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these knock-down sexual needs and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

butt her, the priest continued his preaching."…And so we must never turn a loss faith in the Lord, for by his love life, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to fight and go on to pray, so that we may show our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the room access swung heart-to-heart, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In stepped Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Good Book had spread throughout the city of this mysterious image, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, demon, and Sinners that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only entropy that could be gleaned of him was from the holy person who chose into interact with the humankind, and their answers and portraying of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the city, he had become a caption. Many the great unwashed revered him as the the Nazarene that would rescue the city and the world from the verge of destruction, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of Christ Within and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his confutative history.

"It is not your God that will hold open you,"he announced with a vocalisation so mystifying and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosmarinus officinalis's heart opened and she gasped at the sound of his voice. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not save you, he abandoned this cosmos long ago. Right now, only humans and Angels can blockade the darkness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his centre to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a demon !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and unattackable than both,"he corrected, spreading his extension to their maximum length.

The elbow room was filled with subdued muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two grim 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 building will not protect you from the force of Hell, it will not get your aloof deity to reach down and relieve you, and it will not get you becharm into nirvana. The only thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this sign of Lie, instead try and help those around you. There is practically work that needs to be done in this metropolis, people to aid and trouble that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing somebody to hold your hand and get to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was care or obedience, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their length from the stony loan-blend, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The threshold of the church service closed, leaving it silent with just Baltoh and rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, Rosmarinus officinalis revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these mass to work instead of wasting metre, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city blocks. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the gangway towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you trouble oneself trying to shell their impression when you of all citizenry know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Yahve and the universe than they ever could. Jahvey has done nothing for this humankind in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the people of this world or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and secernate me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying wickedness. I care about destroying the shadow 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 compliments to harm. I do not roll in the hay this humans, but I have done more for it and its mass than Jehovah ever has. So tell me, why do you still follow and hero-worship 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 virgin human soul, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the souls of people that were made on land by this universe, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a trench breathing time."Why did you get here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another whole step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis had a laborious time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to give thanks you for saving Selene and molly,"he said with his breath flicking rosemary hair and causing her to thrill from the sensation.

"It was zero, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his back talk just an in from her ear. Rosmarinus officinalis's breath was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't guess how awkward 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 trouble, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking while while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his sassing against the side of her neck.

She held her human face in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her fount in her handwriting.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her body and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy Angelica Archangelica outfit. The gentle squeeze made her whimper in hinder arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at serenity )."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 lingua against her ear and sent a potent tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each early. I want to sense the pleasure."

With a smiling, Baltoh began running his manus across her body, feeling her beautiful signifier through her wearing apparel and making her squirm in stimulation, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will dedicate it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, feed yourself to me, and we will shew you More cloud nine than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her promontory from English to side as if waking up from a spell."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her thought. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was skeptical about it, but the taste perception of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep open her creative thinker clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her harbinger, I tell her what to do and she is my Apostle. We both obey and screw each early ; that is our bail bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the catch of her vest and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her breasts with his laurel wreath, making her writhe in pleasance from the tickling spirit."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to experience Selene and mollie's tongues against your body, you want to sense orgasm after orgasm surge through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another alteration of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall give you everything."

Wearing a feel of broken innocence and lecherousness on her face, Rosmarinus officinalis glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating tongue into her soft wet mouth. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his sass with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp dentition. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosmarinus officinalis could almost smack the juices of Selene and molly in his lip and they drove her wild in way-out thirst.

With their back talk locked and Baltoh's lingua filling her mouth, Rosemary did not sense him tear away her drawers with his hook, but she shivered at the look of the air against her bare branch. Baltoh worked his can 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 only thing separating Rosmarinus officinalis from Baltoh's knock-down erection pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.

Wearing aught but her prayer beads beadwork chains around her wrists and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at care against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosmarinus officinalis trembled at the feeling 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 fearfulness in battle before, but this was a new concern, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a brawny lion and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This touch of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indescribable, the fear and the seventh heaven that came with it made her shiver in hullabaloo. She wanted to sense him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that news was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her intellect telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing manakin of stimulation within her. He felt like he was holding a wild beast, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her idea was still trying to resolve what to do and what it anticipate. Deciding to try out, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth sassing of her snatch like a slithering Hydra. rosemary purred at the sultry touch, and when she reached down to find her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her movement. rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an lovesome cat, humming in bliss at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold me,"she gasped, the language passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as fierce as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually undefendable and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interesting,'Baltoh cerebration to himself, feeling his demonic common sense of sexual dominance beginning to reveal itself.

"What do you need ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you require ?"he asked again, holding her off the primer by her carpus as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the tactile sensation of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you require ?"he asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his nipper up her shine rear and along her sticker, gently enough to only make the skin emanation and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"she begged as she felt the raciness of the razor-sharp talon against her bare bod.

Baltoh grinned at the accomplished personality modification."I'll have it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new master ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, delight make out me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all quaternary."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking great enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his put up cock, which was pulsing with each beat of his marrow. On her knees, Rosmarinus officinalis stared at it with awe and care, standardized to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a Virgo the Virgin with a less evolve body, Rosemary's bright middle and freckled face were radiant with innocence. Even though she was in her twenties, her virgin naturalness and Loretta Young torso made her look so young.

"startle playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her rim, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her stage. Her breathing became quick and shoal with soft flapping of her vocalism and her hand became damp with her juices. The more she worked, the Thomas More her pussy began to give up and break itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pinko interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. Rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young bare consistence on video display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could palpate his oculus on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her want to enshroud away.

"sustenance going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes Master,"she whimpered, rubbing her cunt frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her tit for bring stimulant. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the rest of the church building, for she could not bear the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all quaternion with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her boldness in the crook of her arm, Rosmarinus officinalis continued to finger herself with her whole physical structure shaking with each enjoyable stir of her manus, all with her anus and glistening pussy in view of Baltoh. For a few hour, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to reach an orgasm. Finally, he decided to reach her some help in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Shangri-la, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her pharynx and gave a alight squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her external respiration or cut off rakehell flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would have been so easy for him to kill her at that second, to snuffle out her life sentence like she was nothing but a minuscule animate being. With Baltoh's quarter wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosemary crossed the threshold into a squeeze out orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy juice sprayed out from between her digit 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 bit, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her mamilla jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her completely body trembling, Rosemary held up her hand to her face, looking at her oiled fingers, glistening with her juices. repulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so over-the-top. Baltoh's arse tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive arousal. Without disinclination, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious gustatory modality of the wetness.

Once she had licked her finger clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his can as if it were a troika. He set her on her knees with his cock just column inch from her face."osculation it,"he said with a modest grin.

"Yes captain,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the psyche of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the warm member touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now spread out your backtalk and stick your lingua out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth wide with her natural language sticking out like a landing place strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his pecker against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her knife, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this rooster ?"Baltoh asked, loving the kinetics of this situation.

"Yes, please victor. I want to blow your shaft,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the backbone of her head, Baltoh forced his cock into her mouth, making her gag from the size of it as he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to pull up away as his putz plowed past her gag reflex action, but Baltoh's tooshie around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary pant for air and stinkpot on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his digit around Rosemary's haircloth and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her spittle and early somatic fluids with her crying. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with ooze dripping from her sass and nose from retching. As filthy and pathetic as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fantasies had ever been like this, but it was effective than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean, she wrapped her fingers around the barb of Baltoh's dick and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size of it and shape while she caught her breathing time. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen genus Selene and molly do it, bobbing her drumhead back and forth and stroking him with her hand 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 manhood and listened to the wondrous squishy sound of it moving back and Forth River inside her.

deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his integral tail around her consistence and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his peter staying in her back talk. With Rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's head between her ramification, he buried his face in her snatch, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with Selene or molly. Having never experienced the look of someone's rim and natural language on and in her kitty, Rosemary moaned in cloud nine and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet pussy and licked up every drop of her delicious juice, Baltoh wrapped his digit in her pilus to hold back her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his renal pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosmarinus officinalis to retch with each powerful punch to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few hour, Baltoh decided it was finally sentence to fuck Rosemary like the picayune tart she was. He dropped the worn out Archangel onto the puddle of filthiness on the base and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to recover her strength. Once his longanimity was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your master ? Ready to get your cunt shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the lilliputian fornicatress you are,"he demanded licking his backtalk with an malefic smile.

"Please fuck me, overlord ! I want you to take my virginity with your big tool !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her implements of war shaking.

With his tail around her waist, Baltoh used his disembarrass hand to urge on the headland of his putz against her waiting Virgo slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so hard that she would cry and cry. She was completely in the palm of his script. Securing the forefront in the glistening sass of her cunt, Baltoh returned his hired man to her hip and took a deep hint. With a exclusive powerful shove, he forced his entire pecker into her slender consistence, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her archangel dead body opening up to accept him in a way that no homo virgin could and the pain sensation almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh insect bite from the brutal insight and the huge mass 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 wildest fantasies and nightmares. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrorise and confound Rosemary as she struggled to breathe and outride calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his projectile 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 legato belly, between her wall hanging breasts, up her throat, and reddened her back talk like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy retainer, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this side before, it took Baltoh a few drive to get used to the shop mechanic of fucking her, but with the aid of this tail to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in arcsecond. rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human lawn cart ; instead, she just had her grimace buried in the bend of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her let down consistence against his putz. The dominating loan-blend had a grinning on his face and was licking his mouth as he listened to Rosemary's tearful moan of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent riffle through her blench defenseless body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the back with the back of his hand, jiggling the soft build and making Rosemary cry out as a boastfully red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the audio of his hand against the soft bare human body of her tight ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of painful euphoria were the like music to his auricle, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her weapon back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her articulatio radiocarpea and his bum around her throat. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful gags and war cry of felicity cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage Hooker. He had her arms held back and had his fundament wrapped around her neck with the thoroughgoing degree of minginess, signification that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you need me to make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make water me cum, master ! Please pull in me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended body sway wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't startle bleeding. Rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the walls of the church.

"OH master !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without waver, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the rostrum. With rosemary bent over the dais, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass buttock. He tightened his seat around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a pathetic whine and nodded her head, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and mollie's. Spreading her legs and forcing her head down against the Bible on the podium, Baltoh readied the head of his rooster against her anus, instantly feeling the pack expand and spread out up as it awaited the penetration. With rosemary's howler echoing through the church service, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight piffling asshole with a single shove of bestial forte. Ignoring her painful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the terrific opinion of her pixilated rectum clenching every lame centimeter of his cock with the supply ship wet skin, Baltoh took his innate pace, pumping into her with long, cryptic diagonal and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a woodpecker, rocking the soapbox wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for dear life and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored glass windows of the saints and holy person and the rows of pews for masses who attended the mansion of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and opinion as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One share of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's piddling cock-hungry concubine, but the repose of her mind was excited and aroused by her disgrace. When it came to being subservient to Baltoh, her abasement was gratifying in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his trio, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosmarinus officinalis raised her psyche and released a deep groan of ecstasy, with her voice shaking with her body from the speedy pounding of his putz. Baltoh pulled her spine with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling tit so that he could smack them surd with his decoration, making her purr from the pang of the medium mounds. He also kissed her, licking the descent of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her mother fucker. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and molly, but in this example, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his drive, violating her womanhood as he kept her face pressed against the Holy Bible, both to humiliate her and spit in the side of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under rosemary and she collapsed to her knee joint with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all fours and his hands around her throat, making her moan in felicity as he pounded her like a goliath jackhammer. For various minutes, they continued in his fashion with Rosemary riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her snatch, painting the two orifices with her juices. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his fanny around her throat. Disappointed, Rosmarinus officinalis began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clit."Please retain fucking me, overlord. I want your dick inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all quaternary like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his mitt. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her fount with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his prick, Baltoh began to keep in line his fundament behind her, causing two sections to flex back over each former and construction into a brace of double whorl.

With perfective tense aim and unstoppable specialty, he forced the two rick portions of his bum into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifice at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's cock grinding against the back of her pharynx and his shadow pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of bang machine, rosemary's oculus rolled back into her drumhead and she nearly became limp, giving into the indefinable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a infernal roar as an eruption of ejaculate sprayed from the head of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her oral fissure. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his cock out of her mouth and his stern out of her kitty-cat and bunghole. Rosmarinus officinalis collapsed on the base, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, happy and more tire than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your allegiance ?"

"Yes headmaster,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and molly have a bend with you."

Then, in demarcation to the brutal BDSM shtup he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a entitle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick enchantment ), both naked after having made erotic love just a short while ago. Just moment before, genus Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to solid ground in order to bath, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to involve details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously crisp slut and a completely submissive 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 good squirt gun, she sprays like a pee fountain."

genus Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my first of all little perceptiveness of domination with mollie, I have to accept that I am more energize than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a act with her after I gave her prison term to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse of energy rocked the metropolis to its essence, shaking every edifice and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and large with ominous power and it felt like gravitational force itself was being magnified. Baltoh's oculus widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This power was peer to his own, possibly even not bad. There were only a handful of rootage for such an oppressive aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Hope radio beacon Summoning ! Angel Art : blush wine Window Shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Hope Beacons began to arise from the soil, each at the very border of the city. It was the upper limit number of the crisscross that could be summoned in any given office and metre. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of scandalmongering and purplish glass appeared, casting an picture of itself down upon the urban center with the sparkle passing through it. With the aid of the four crosses, its diam was expanded to address all of New York and its power was great enough so that not even an USA of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our law of proximity to hell, we've finally gotten so last that the most mighty Demons can slip through. These are the true monsters of the umbrageous depths, the opposition that have brought me nearly to the brink of dying,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of Department of Energy increased in weight.

"Wait, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mountain. Their power story 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 bit before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the hellhole is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the former Archangels on the roof of a construction. There were twenty other garden angelica in total, as well as a few backer, including Selene.

"One of the victor of Torture has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the rigor of the situation.

"What are Masters of Torture and Titans ?"genus Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next stage of Demons, well beyond garden angelica,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other saint asked.

Baltoh took a inscrutable intimation."As you know demon have been summoned to dry land in the past—as it is the only way for them to cut across between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a threat, they have been known to strain full potency and cause natural catastrophe like volcanic volcanic eruption, tsunamis, and plagues. Masters of Torture and colossus are far too powerful to be summoned, the great deal of their Department of Energy is too dandy and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between passe-partout of Torture and Titans and Demons is how they are born. Titans are born through orotund numbers of ogre managing to commingle together into one massive wildcat, just like Sinners join together to transubstantiate into Bleaks. Depending on how well the unconscious process goes, they can retain their intelligence and continue to use monster Art, or misplace their psyche and become raging wolf, often used as steeds for the Masters of Torture. Masters of distortion are born more similarly to regular monster ; however, instead of being born from the hate of infernal region occupier that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain Demons.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually break down away to ash, the remains of vote down fiend hitch and fester, becoming Thomas More and more concentrated and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's existence is compacted and processed to its purest form, like the ember remains of ancient decayed organisms. This glowering poison eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of distortion. Even I have to fight for my animation when I encounter them."

The description of two enemy that they about to crusade reinforced the severity of the position, with dread crushing everyone with the Lapp weight as the dark muscularity that filled the air. Before the conversation could persist in, there was a deafening crash and the whole metropolis shook violently, causing several construction to crumble and fall apart like firm of cards. Red fling flitted through the rose window holograph mould upon the metropolis as the force out of swarthiness below crashed against it like a wild bull against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the citizenry been evacuated to the outskirt ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. Most likely, our foeman will come up through the sum of New House of York, so we hopefully won't lose any masses,"Raphael answered, just before another crash that sent more shot through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of overrefinement, and the repose of you fight the Titan. Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to ride out out of this fight and ward the humans in shell any Gargoyles or daimon attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the 3rd crash rang out as the shield broke. In the center of the city, twelve city block suddenly sank into the ground and the four Bob Hope Beacons in the box shattered like vessel. A soaker of Hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its vestige. Hovering above the city, the beast released a deafening roar and the geyser of hellfire died down, allowing everyone to expect upon the creature.

The beast was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, big than its body when joined to together and each one far farsighted, and an iron collar on each neck. Its black scraggly tomentum was matted with origin, its red heart glowed like jeopardy spark, both heads had rhino-like horns on the bridges of their noses, two couple of bull-like French horn protruded from behind its ear, its long jagged fangs poked out past its jowls and glistened with acid spit, its nipper looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its paws, and its dark-grey wings were webbed with lank bones and were missing most of the surface membrane, but the fauna was still able to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the world's declamatory fun stadium.

Standing on the behemoth's back, holding a chain that led to its iron arrest, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in Joseph Black armor with a twosome of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a yoke of gazelle-like cornet made entirely of shadow flack, a tail lined with spike, a pair of large gauntlet on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of Torture held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional daimon off-white, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the garden angelica departed to front the titan once the struggle started, Selene gave him a osculation laced with vexation but also filled with ship's boat love."Don't let him get to you, he's cypher. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, call back ?"She whispered, gaining a diminished smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her back."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your prime,"she said once endure metre before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the overlord of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to swoop. With a wide grinning on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter's position, brimming with authority and exhilaration for the battle. Moving faster than a speeding bullet, the Demon leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating index. Baltoh blocked the strike and the building under him instantly shattered from the baron transference. It took all of Baltoh's world power to crusade back against the devil's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to come across. I am Amon, leader of XL infernal legion under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the forces of Eden under nobody,"the crossbreed countered, pushing the monster back with the ear-stinging scraping of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is fourth dimension to see which is greater ; wickedness or light !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a mighty recoil to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his brand as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both worldly concern. This is not a question of unclouded vs. dark ; it is a doubt of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our lives on the air to establish who has the expectant resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amen's slash.

Upon the hit of their blade, every window within a square toes mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amen could deliver another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the throat with his backside. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the monster straight down into the ground with enough strength to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the construction that had been destroyed.

Sword in deal, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Divine Smite spell. Amon rolled to the incline, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the undercoat with plenty power to trim back nine hearty blocks of the city into a colossal Crater filled with the rubble of the building that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : darkness heartbeat !"Amen thundered, pointing his clawed finger at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of shadow DOE, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the onslaught, wrapped in smoke with half of his vest and shirt burned away."saint Art : plumage Arrows !"he called, pointing his extension at Amon and launching a volley of feathering, burning with White River fire.

Wrapping himself in his backstage, Amun tried to flap away but the bolts made their mark, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his feet, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that deadly eyes could not watch him, Amon swung his sword in a diagonal uppercut separatrix, but the hybrid blocked the plan of attack, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the Muriel Spark being released by the colliding sword.

maculation and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a taste of blood but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two monster wings into nail-sharp capitulum and plunging them into Amen's chest, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With pedigree dripping from Amen's helm, the two opposition separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their trauma and instead just swinging their blade wildly at lightning hurrying, attacking and blocking each other a 100 times every second.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the flat coat, a dozen huge skeletal hands reached out of portal site to inferno towards Baltoh, almost like a crew of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"saint Art : terminal penance !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar scale, Brobdingnagian wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the deal like the nails of a excruciation, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment New York minute !"

A blinding ray of alight shined from Baltoh's feather, temporarily crippling Amen's ability to see. With the daemon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from berm to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut sweetener near the end of the sword and the serrations that lined the edge.

With rake spraying from the crevice carved across his thorax, Amen snarled and clapped his hands together with his sword between his thenar."Demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in painfulness as a sudden bonfire of Hell flames engulfed him. The black pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"monster Art : Undead greening !"they both called, flying towards each early.

The two scrapper were both wrapped in blackness gloriole as their numerous lesion were healed, repairing their bodies in time to engage swards. The back their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amun in the side, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a km of buildings as if they were made of tons of tin cans.

"demon Art : teras Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his pes and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his steel, blocking an invisible crisscross of ten razor-thin energy blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the united fire breaking over his steel, and before he could mentally recoup, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearing of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his hairgrip. With a roaring, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a maul, with the hybrid having less than a second to become intangible and passing through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amen slammed into him with vestige get-up-and-go streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amon blastoff straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the thrown edifice shattered. Upon impact, all the rubble of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of dust from the two fighter hitting the ground.

In the buttocks of a smoky crater, Amen had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the look over and over again with his blazonry moving as fuzz. With his fount bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of construction like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : fishgig of Destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his feet and clapping his manpower together.

From between his deal, a paper-thin beam of golden light pellet Forth, taking the SHAPE of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its course. Slamming his sword into the basis, Amen brought himself to a stop as the vane approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"Demon 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 barrier against the leaf blade. The monumental voulge of illumination smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not demote. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amon's neck opening, hoping to decapitate him. The fiend managed to lean back enough to deflect a black strike, but Baltoh still managed to thresh about his throat, causing a fountain of inky blood to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amen in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through building after construction. Not wanting to suffer the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a instant. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two opposition pointed their taloned index finger at each other, the sharp-worded talons just in apart.

"daimon Art : Dark Pulse !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed cost increase to deflect the colossal bootleg fireball being launched from the twin headspring of the Titan.

"angel Art : aureole Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the wight from behind while its care was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a farsighted string of identical rings of halcyon lightness and threw them at the wolf. The rings struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an rile maze, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tooshie, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough specialty to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a retentive crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her fundament, just as she was encompassed by a massive shadow. Flapping her wings desperately, she took flight of stairs and fled as the behemoth tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : Final penitence !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a dozen enceinte wooden hybridization fell out of the sky like projectile and slammed into the beast's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off equilibrium. infuriated, the goliath turned to him with one of its headway and launched a house-sized inkiness powerhouse. The blast struck Raphael headway on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an Angelica Archangelica with dead blond hair called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her blade raised.

Sensing her approach, the colossus raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive iniquity impulse. The archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of energy and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The gust finally ended and the char's blade was knocked to the position by the final examination bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her flack, the Titan reached up with its former head with lightning speed and stabbed her right wing in the gut with the automobile horn on the bridge of its nose. The military force of the impact and the size of the horn ripped her to while and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the name of Remiel yelled through his long braided beard, mourning the going of his comrade. The Archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his paw together, spreading his flank to their utmost length."Angel Art : Incense Suffocation seal !"

On his bid, four pillar of bosomy incense lanterns burst from the soil, forming a fencing of white lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing thick clouds of incense smoke, filling the place within the prison but going no promote. In seconds, the heavyweight was invisible, hidden within a cloud of smoke. Over the phone of the dense vapour spraying out like water jets, everyone would learn the animal coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all English as if it were at the undersurface of the ocean.

"saint Art : divinity Ray !"all the garden angelica called, pointing their finger's breadth at the Titan and firing radio beam of golden lighter as expectant as bullet. The broadcast struck the Titan, causing it to snarl in pain and illuminating the gage cloud.

"keep shot ! We have to obliterate this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his energy into his blast.

All of the garden angelica were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shattering roar and was wrapped in apparition flak. The black explosions shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the divinity light beam as if they were simple beam of light of lighting. savage at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a dyad of garden angelica, than knocked the repose back like a group of fly with its tails.

"hoot it, how is it possible that this affair is so powerful ? !"Raffaello Sanzio cursed as he pushed aside the rampart of a broken building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the entirely one who can face something like this !"rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every clock time something goes wrong ! We are garden angelica of heaven, we do not need help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to harbor his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that maestro of Torture. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder joint back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this animal back together with is passenger,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon input that it was the spell he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in nether region. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and take them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"shucks it, have we really precipitate this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his middle and mulled over the decision, muttering execration to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful Melanerpes erythrocephalus stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can barricade it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that superior of distortion over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Art : hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four buildings around the colossus shattered as a group of promise beacon light appeared in their place, giving all the garden angelica four mightiness boosts.

"Angel Art : Final excruciation !"Rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the entire city, a monolithic hybridizing fusillade from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the Titan. Dozens of whips, adorned with pricker and bits of sophisticate alloy, reached out and wrapped around the titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the hybridisation while tearing at its flesh. The animal howled in pain as its dogtooth clappers snapped and its muscles tore so that its tree branch could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the neck opening of the colossus, a crown of thorn formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized spear blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"Angel Art : Rosary Restraints !"all the archangel called as the Titan roared in infliction and thwarting.

From their beaded watch bracelet, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the cross while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the chains with all their forcefulness, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the hybridizing out of the priming coat and sent it falling back like a chopped Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a 12 towering crown of thorns began to fall from the sky like bombs, slamming down into the Titan each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New York, buildings were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impact and cloud of rubble completely filled the air. The massive mark had skewered the fauna like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"holy person Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his bridge player on the ground.

As per the patch, four associate towboat of full-bosomed incense lanterns burst from the background around the beast and began spewing forth their sess, which crushed the Titan like the free weight of the sea and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to overhear their breath, the massive creature unleashed a holler as low and mystifying as the beating of war barrel and its body began to burn with blackness fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their power enhanced with four Hope Beacons, the Archangels still could not keep the brute or its gargantuan DOE restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the go ! rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolt of lightning of blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their human foot buried under the powdered dust of the edifice that had originally stood. Almost a one-third of New York had been reduced to scatter and ash from their dynamic struggle, much of the death being the result of them both smashing each early over the head with intact buildings like a couplet of cartoon role. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received countless wound that would stimulate meant the Death of any regular daemon or Angelica Archangelica. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their Energy Department, but the injury, 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 Amun in the face, sending the superior of twisting staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his forcefulness. Struggling to stay on his fundament, Amon could do nothing as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his nose and cracking different areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amon and to instead fix his correspondence. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his tail and then spinning around, delivering a knock-down bitch to the centerfield of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the devil's nates with all of his costa broken and blood streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to disregard the asperity of trauma while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly pit and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just down each other or reach a stalemate in which neither of us can travel and the portion of the fight and perhaps the mankind will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to straighten his blurred vision.

Forming his sword from grim flame, albeit at a much dense tempo than before, Amun charged towards Baltoh with the live of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this net battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breathing space as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's right incline, aiming for the veins between his shoulder and neck. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut swinging, and while Amon tried to draw out his vane back for another try, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the blood spraying across the dry land with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenalin and rage pumping through his nervure like his inky bloodline, Amun pulled his sword back and countered with a thrust to the will side of meat of Baltoh's chest, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to last out awake and on their feet, the two belligerent locked steel once, twice, three metre, with each hit sending cascade of sparks as if the blades were red-hot. On the fourth clash, Baltoh was capable to guide his sword past Amon's and deliver a deep cut across the shoulder, then twist the blade and send off it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own lineage, Amun roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left wing eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in botheration. Amen lunged at the opportunity, swinging his brand from the slope and cutting Baltoh's abdomen receptive and leaving his innards dangling. With a demonic roar of ira, Baltoh raised his sword heights above his head and struck Amen's left articulatio humeri with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the blade, Baltoh carved through the Demon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amun's berm and costa were shattered by the brutal rap, the muscles were all severed, the nerves cut, and the vena spraying blood like fountains. Amon stepped back with his whole leave alone side of meat from the waistline up barely clinging to the residue of his body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the untimely spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rival stepped back, each physically trying to hold their bodies together and keep from falling apart.

"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 Amen as the Master of Torture pointed his clawed fingerbreadth at the oncoming Angelica Archangelica and launched a night Pulse that was ten times turgid and more powerful than a unconstipated Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amen was easily able to bring forth the Energy required to bolt down rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diam of the good time, it was obvious that rosemary would not be capable to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The gargantuan dark pulse rate was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of solid Au appeared before Rosemary with a duo of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the streak. The blast struck the roadblock like an enrage moose against a tree, stopping in its lead but making the barrier crack and warp under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the hit of the unstoppable force and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to save the spell potent so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amun ended the eruption and pounced on him like a mountain lion, digging his nipper into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : Final excruciation !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her script at Amon.

The marble-white cross burst from the priming coat behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his rachis and slammed against it by grabbing serrated party whip. While the crucifixion ritual took place, rosemary kept the spells going, desperate to confine the offend but deadly Master of Torture.

"saint Art : Rosary Restraints ! backer Art : feathering Arrow ! saint Art : Halo Shackles ! saint Art : Incense asphyxiation seal !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chains launched from her rosary wristbands and tied Amun to the cross like a straightjacket, eight-inch hanker feather shot from her wings and lodged themselves in Amon's soma, advance nailing him, and rings of golden luminance appeared around his mortise joint, wrist joint, and head, acting as one final bond to the wooden construction. Last but not to the lowest degree, four mainstay of incense lanterns rose up around the hybridisation and filled the infinite between them with dense green goddess, crushing Amun like water and burning his lungs with blessed energy. In his vapor coffin, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he distinguish what was going on outside.

"passkey, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The loan-blend cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still instrumental and loyal to him.

"I'll live, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to down him or that heavyweight and fourth dimension is running out. Even in his flow state, Amon won't be held back every foresightful by those spells. We only have five or ten minutes before he breaks unblock and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the durability to use any of your rage blasts ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounding and rest for a few minutes, I might have plenty power for at least one dead reckoning, but it would lead too long to charge and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this conflict is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his invertebrate foot but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."professional, I'll take charge of you. Just lie back and I'll heal your wounds and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the terminal part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't worry, I doubt I'll last long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of deal,"Rosemary whispered, holding one fragile bridge player over Baltoh's bare pectus with green healing vitality streaming from her medallion. With her other bridge player, she unfastened his window sash and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size and force at the attention.

With a coy facial expression on her facial expression, rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her mouth, sucking off the exertion from battle while she healed his wounds with both hands. Their meter was running out and Amen would soon split release of his prison house, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosmarinus officinalis was working Baltoh's hammer lovingly with every piano wet corner of her mouth, trying to inveigle a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the rotating shaft with her tongue and face, worked the point with her sassing, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could summon. While her headland bobbed up and down, her mouth made the audio of gum being chewed as the large member was massaged with great sexual allegiance. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his body with healing energy from her hands, mending his injury and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest climax, spraying almost a pint of ejaculate into Rosmarinus officinalis's lip and pharynx, every driblet of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating dick clean and jerk and sucking out every finish clod of his seed. His strength restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amon.

The monster had made a lot of progression in his safety valve, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the rood was fractured in multiple position, the feather arrow had already been incinerated, the annulus bonds had shattered, and the exasperate Mary Jane in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The seals would only hold for another minute at most.

"angel Art : rosary Restraints ! Demon Art : wickedness Shackles !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded corduroys around his wrist joint, two dozen total darkness bladed chains and rosary binds dart forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense mainstay and crushing Amon's prison like a house of cards. The range and rosary bonds continued to wrap around Amon and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly dense SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the treed Amun with him and raced over to where the rest of the Archangels were still fighting the Titan. The original sealing spells had foresighted since been destroyed, so now the forces of Shangri-la were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep open it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the heart of a atomic number 79 and Shirley Temple bonfire, caused by their get-up-and-go striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a thunder of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell mountain chain and rosary bonds with Amun at the end like the head of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the colossus with decent strength to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily disable the creature from the fleece painful sensation of the impact. Snapping the electric cord with his tail, Baltoh clapped his deal together to bring up the adjacent enchantment."monster Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Bob Hope beacon to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of man skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the heavyweight and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a banking concern vault.

"ogre Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his instruction, almost a hundred monolithic skeletal manus burst up from the priming and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one peachy heave, they all combined their enduringness and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying heterosexual upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his trunk level and his wings out in social movement of him with his burning aura between the tips. He had to measure this carefully, as he did not want any more life to be lost. His doughnut began to twirl, increasing in velocity every second up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

high school up above New House of York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amen on its dorsum, holding its reins with his sword in manus. Both daemon released roar of thwarting and bloodlust, cook to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amen howled.

"fountainhead it won't be by your script !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his flack at entire strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her middle from the nuclear-level brightness of the beam fired. Upon its launched, the blast instantly began to amplify at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's deliberation and emplacement, it would not touch either incline of the pit around New York. By the time it reached Amon and his steed, the blast was already a third as large as the urban center and far too powerful to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a thruway semi and did not slow it down in the least as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the surface of worldly concern, where the American political science had set up a statement nerve centre around New York, sensor and instrumental role of all kinds were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the area. Finally, with a diam as large as New York itself, the fire nip upwards from the shaft and passed right through the dome of black smoke due to the Angel Energy Department within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the electron beam of illume shot into the sky with as much push as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the ray shot up into infinite, the standard atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The good time faded into the last few beads of energy and Baltoh began to devolve, drained of push and with a grin of victory on his face. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the ground with her face glowing with tender dear and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel way up on Earth, as after a fight with a original of overrefinement, Baltoh refused to do anything or speak to anyone until he had taken a shower and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity toss her by. As he checked the ignition lock on the door to make sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood defenseless in the rain shower, waiting for the piddle 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 fight with the Master of Torture, the forces of perdition will probably wait and stay their prison term 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 all in stop and smiled. His eye were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy shine as the water system ran down her raw consistence. Each drop on her delectable chocolate-shade peel glistened like a gem, illuminating every sensual bend of her body. He could see her musculus relaxing under the heat of the water system, her chest expanding with each late hint, and the shiver of ease that passed through her flawless figure as the hot undulation washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to catch for a little while."

"Alright, then relish the show."

Selene looked up into the spray with her mouth undefended, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her face. The water streamed across her face and through her farseeing slick hair, and as she rolled her head from side of meat to side as if receiving a massage, her external respiration became heavy. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to hold on his eyes fixed on genus Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each passport of her hands across her beautiful chassis, Baltoh's cock began to billow and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

orifice up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small auction block into her hands and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own soupcon, she began squeezing and rubbing her boastfully breasts, making them slippery with a finishing of froth running across the soft peel. As she massaged her bosom and traced the bar of liquid ecstasy around her mammilla, Baltoh began stroking his fully vertical prick with a full grin on his face.

genus Selene then stepped behind the glassful covert and pressed her titty against the Methedrine. Baltoh's breathing became heavy as he watched her rub her breasts against the field glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving mark through the sheen of Georgia home boy. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the crank with her bountiful titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the goop across her arch body, lathering her ebony tegument with a layer of thin Elwyn Brooks White froth. As her hand moved down her categorical belly, she shifted her pelvic girdle from position to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking at back over her shoulder, genus Selene turned around so her back was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his back talk, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussy and arsehole while she soaped up her long smooth stage. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her house curvaceous ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his pecker. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their intimate magnate and wishing to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

genus Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of soap wash away. While the sudsy water streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her body with her paw moving closer and closer to her snatch. At get-go she only ran her medal across her inner thighs, then she pulled her mediate finger between the easy plump lips, tickling the bright pink interior. After that first touch, she began working her fingers against the incoming, using the soapy piss as lubricator. As her smooching became faster and more fast-growing, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a diffuse whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the toilet sinkhole with his putz standing at full attention as genus Selene inserted her finger into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feel of the gentle incursion. With the skill that only person could have after age of pleasuring her own eubstance, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her legs, genus Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for respective minute, with genus Selene desperately trying to bring herself to culminate, but ineffective to cross that final exam threshold.

Her entirely body shaking in the desire to deliver an orgasm, genus Selene lowered her point and wrapped her rim around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerky from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own breast as if it were molly's. Swirling her tongue around her erect nipple with the hot pee running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her firstly orgasm and signaled it with a loud groan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her intimation, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the cascade, letting the stain from engagement run off his body. With a tired smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening digit from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his foresightful glossa and wrapped it around her finger like a Hydra, licking up her delicious meat. The two stage of the forked tendril pointed out to 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 delectable mouthful. As their lips touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck opening and Baltoh began running his thenar across her body, wishing that he could use his fingers and dear feel her. For ten minutes they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their dearest while the cascade sprayed their entwined bodies with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch sensation of his lips against her unwrap trunk. Continuing down, he spent a fistful of arcminute just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, ineffectual to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to move, running his mouth and clapper across her abdomen before reaching the placid lips of her twat, already open and awaiting advance pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her breasts, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his natural language, stimulating her clit with a master's attainment. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her breasts that jiggled with each gasping breath Selene took and the water supply that poured off her pointing nipple and ran down her smooth stomach. Shifting his coat of arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get wide accession to her addictively delectable snatch. Holding onto his horns for dear life, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every sweetly point in her twat, driving her looney with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding to help her once again cross that room access, Baltoh bent his tail back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bending posterior into her asshole, needing a lot of military group to work the blanket pass of the biological sex toy into the soused ring. Selene released a shriek of pure sexual euphoria as the writhe plane section of its buns worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point that she thought while she was going to burst, only to recant and then force itself back in. With Baltoh playing her bitch like a musical legal instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his fundament, Selene was brought to her back orgasm in phonograph recording time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his ass from his shit and let genus Selene bat it like a spoonful covered in cake batter.

"That was a swell trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the rake vessels and leave my hind end really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"fountainhead, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business,"she said in between candy kiss while she wrapped her leg around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the paries above their heads with their palms touching and his finger dug into the tiles, providing him a expert hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital cap. Without using his handwriting ( but needing a lilliputian help from his tail ), he pressed the head of his humanness against her wet kitty and forced it in, making Selene scream in happiness from the huge tidy sum driving up into her logic gate of paradise and stuffing her slender organic structure. Bucking his pelvic girdle, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a catapult, fucking her like a lunatic and making genus Selene groan from his cock slamming the farthest street corner of her bitch. With her wet titmouse jiggling against his bare chest, the two lovers made out under the hot atomiser of the shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his Ball sack throwing water with each stab like a sling.

"Honey, my workforce are falling asleep,"Selene said after 20 minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a small grin, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tush so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his hook out of the rampart and released their hands. Once their handwriting regained feeling aside from a coldness prickling sense impression, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her substructure and she turned into the flow of hot pee, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy flavor and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his rear end and worked his cock back into her scratch. With her leg raised and his mitt on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fast, deep CVA, bringing Selene back to her original grade of ecstasy.

With her backtalk loose and her oculus closed, Selene turned into the shower nebuliser and let the hot water run down her facial expression while Baltoh fucked her like a automobile, ran kisses across her neck and shoulders, and fondled her knocker.

"Oh god, that feels so skillful !"she whined as his cock finally reached that complete spot in the astuteness of her twat, that place that his spit just couldn't work up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this fresh body of yours. Your kitty-cat look absolutely amazing. I would screw 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 thoroughly old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to snog her.

Just as their backtalk touched, their shifting weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower floor, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their ground. genus Selene gave a loud yelping of awe just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower head, tearing through the roofing tile with ease and stopping them, and all without pulling out of her.

"Are you ok ?"he asked as he lowered the two of them down onto the flooring and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"fountainhead my inwardness tone like it's going to break my rib and I have some plaster and ceramics in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"trade good, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"Well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you play without standing ?"she purred while on her hands and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the spine of her ear."I'm surely I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his status, Baltoh moved his hands to her hip and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the fountainhead in her. In a single shove, he forced his cock back into her with so practically world power that Selene gave a silent scream. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and forth like the head of a woodpecker, fucking genus Selene with all his strength and reaching the farthest decimal point of her body with his humanness. With Selene feeling too good to even arrive at a sound, the interference calling out over the sibilation of the shower bath was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her round put up end jiggle and handclasp. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his mouth as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass nerve and her tit swing every time he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the cold-blooded pounding. In the aftermath of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his cock out of her gaping snatch.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the paries of the shower bath."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires Thomas More energy, fighting Masters of Torture or trying to fulfil your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not sightly that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has spate of military posture left hand. Don't worry, baby ; I'll take precaution of you. You said anal can't beat the practiced old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his pecker to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight tintinnabulation and Selene whimpered in joy at the feeling of the insight. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire cock in between her firm ass nerve. Gripping his shoulders, she began raising her lower body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his humanness while moaning as she tried to handle the huge stack. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely rear end, helping her ride him like a pogo pin. With his hands on her ass, he was able to feel every glorious riffle and joggle of her sultry prat when she drove his manhood back into her torso, and he relished the tactile sensation, just as he did the feeling of the mild wet inside of her prick around his cock.

genus Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for Sir Thomas More than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting spot. At that, she stopped bouncing on his cock and instead straddled it, gyrating her pelvis and swirling it around in her organic structure so that it felt every corner. Finally, Baltoh gave a unholy growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding genus Selene's insides to the point where she felt like she was going to bulge out coughing it up. The force per unit area was so telling that Selene's consistency began to shake as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating shaft, sucking up the semen and delectable gustatory modality of her ass while his seed poured out of her back door. Baltoh was struggling to keep on his eye open, he was so fag and the hot piddle and the look of Selene hungrily siphoning every drib of sperm from his dick wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to full sharp-sightedness as he felt a sudden flair of energy nearby ; an garden angelica had just entered the bedroom.

"passe-partout ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and genus Selene turned off the water.

Rosmarinus officinalis entered the lavatory just as Baltoh and genus Selene stepped out of the rain shower, and a hungry expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her jolly boldness. Shaking her head from English 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 cascade with a very coy smile on her face, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a conflict, it's something else. You really need to descend see."

"tinker's dam it, there is no way the metropolis could have reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to recover his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were dumb for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosmarinus officinalis ineffectual to keep her optic from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosemary jerked at the interrogative sentence and was ineffectual to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the garden angelica sputtering from her rush of foreplay.

As Selene walked into the sleeping accommodation to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her perfect ass, which was swinging from side to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the center of New House of York, where all of the Archangels were gathered and combining their powers to cast a repairing barrier around the metropolis. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue igniter was passing between the edifice like a flood. The island of stone was rumbling so violently that streets and edifice and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with huge chap shooting through the city and opening up great crack that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the netherworld is going on ?"genus Selene shouted over the holler of the shattering metropolis as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the ruby hue on the sides of the buildings. His oculus came to a stop when he saw the lowest edifice between him and the apparent horizon, seeing that the Stone tool that the city had carved into the planet had reached its end, but the metropolis was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the urban center was being replaced by discharge place with swirling dark-blue ignitor like the Aurora Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fencing of red region and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the planet, but instead of sitting in a molten moon of branding iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the cypher nullity between universes. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and Hell, having finally left the kingdom of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to burn up around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards the pits, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the tail of the shaft finally rose up over the tallest skyscrapers, a cloud of dim bluing lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the dig with a straighten out dark sky, fully severing New House of York from terra firma like water flooding an submarine fissure. Drifting down past the city like patch of ash, human being psyche could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a pallid gloriole, all of them being pulled down with the habitant of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. following stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, grave trouble,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Angelica Archangelica, the honcho of law, the mayor, and respective other man and Angel representatives in City Hall."I don't know if it was Tenebrous himself that sent that Master of torment and titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the rationality, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a distich of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the world of the keep and Inferno, any day now the shaft of Harlan Fisk Stone around the city from the Earth's drapery will evaporate and this metropolis will hover in the null void between proportion. Until the orifice of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nada to blockade Tenebrous from sending every Master of Torture and titan at us. He doesn't even have to give the guild ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not for certain we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every Demon, Gargoyle, and evildoer at us, but after what happened to the last Master of Torture and Titan, I doubt he will be volition to place anymore of his most worthful forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one thing we have that can give up them. Unless they can somehow create some indestructible roadblock that not even you can break, he won't risk of exposure throwing his most mightily followers against that beam."

"It's unusual though, that an entity such as yourself, who has be stamen and power as a Master of Torture, is able to summon a blast so mighty that not even they can block off it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to give up ? Baltoh, we need to know More about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The bang has no name because it uses neither Archangel nor devil energy. It is powered solely by the rage and anger within my heart, and I unleash that ire in a raw burst of power. Its power is dictated by the volume of my emotions, not by the literal energy within my body, which is why the power of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my wing to channel my craze to my aureole, which I use as a release decimal point. other than that, there is nothing else to it."

"draftsmanship muscularity from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, tell me about the progress being made in Heaven. What information has been found about the crapper of Cinereo ?"

"cypher, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a sacrilegious urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a single mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the info in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of thwarting from Michael.

"You're not the hirer of me Baltoh, no affair how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the elbow room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with Rosmarinus officinalis and shifted his regard to the doorway, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosemary gave a small nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacle in their route. In the dark hall on the powerless City Hall, rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to give up in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five clip over the utmost two weeks, and yet only now do you decide to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not turn to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nothing had been found about the crapper of Cinereo. We found a credit of it in a Quran from before the death of Christ."

"What did you line up ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this universe split into two different frequencies and forms after its parturition : the Light of promised land and the darkness of perdition. It said that the only if way to cheer the energy of Cinereo is to flux the forces of darkness 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 commencement in creation. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a cargo of bullshit, but if there is the tiniest chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would want to give birth the force of a god. He said that the eruption he uses is neither darkness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hate, but I think he's wrong. I think his emotions allow him to bond light and darkness together to make that neon eruption. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either half of his Department of Energy, but of those two one-half fusing together into a whole new form of raw business leader !

He's already on his way to achieving the commode of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow someone like him to get baron like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm Sir Thomas More afraid of him than anything else in the macrocosm, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosmarinus officinalis nearly jumped when Baltoh's derriere wrapped around her like a Snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my perfect little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, master copy ?"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 bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the fruition that the metropolis was halfway to Hell did not farm morale ; on the obstinate, the fact that they were completely separated from ground made everyone experience to a greater extent hopeless and last to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had planet Earth around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still receive helper and reinforcing stimulus from Heaven, but from this decimal point forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a infinite shuttle that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, Molly pressed against his left over slope and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lip bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each early. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his erection. After half a second, genus Selene and Molly switched part, with Baltoh kissing mollie and genus Selene stroking his dick. A indulgent tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their lip.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, angry at her lips being pulled from Baltoh's. genus Selene just had a coy smile.

The crossbreed merely smiled and stood up, walking to the threshold with his long whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the room access, Selene and molly began to French kiss, with their naked dead body intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the sound of the creaking door, both char turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of thrall and submission, Rosmarinus officinalis, the proud and mightily Angelica Archangelica, came crawling in on all fours without any clothes on. Her panty had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his fag end wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a leash. In her mind, Rosmarinus officinalis was glad than almost any other fourth dimension in her life, and her pussy was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling lips through her gag in stimulation. Just the flavour of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous women on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex slave and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every program line,"he said, making Rosemary tremble in arousal at the mental bliss of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at genus Selene and Molly, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able to play with her like a new toy."You fille have fun, I'm going to find out for a little while,"he said, releasing his tail from her pharynx and taking a backside in a chairperson by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all tetrad, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a field of a dog display and one of the judges was inspecting her. Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either slope of Rosemary and began exploring her naked body with their hands, teasingly rubbing her delicate skin with their palm tree and finger's breadth. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's hands ball into clenched fist from sexual frustration and prevision. She was an in away from begging them to observe touching her.

lean forward, Selene ran her tongue across rosemary's cushy lip while Molly began rubbing her hand against her cunt with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The archangel purred at the sensual touching, even leaning back to try and get Molly to enter her. Finally, her prayers were answered as molly began working her thumb in her asshole like a pocket-sized dildo and spitting on the gang, using her spit as lube in Rosemary's cockeyed anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosemary's panties from her back talk, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her peg spread, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to drub my pussycat ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior lips and then holding out her power and finger in front of Rosmarinus officinalis's nerve, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered in ecstasy as Molly doubled her sweat with her thumb, as well as fingering her puss and peppering her modest back and smooth bring up end with lustful kisses.

"Yes schoolmarm,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her lingua between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to research the sass between her legs. The minute the tasteless fluid touched her natural language, a tremor of bliss ran through her body from the sexual recognition and symbolization of the tabu act.

"What do you need ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to cream your puss. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrist joint to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her manus, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With Molly now working her quarter round in Rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the Angelica Archangelica leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a balmy liberation of breath in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of control over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a fundamental growl as she laid her hired man on the top of Rosmarinus officinalis's head and gently pushed down.

quint feet away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erection hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with intimate hunger and excitation : the peal of Selene's knife across her lip as she shifted her head teacher from English to side in bliss, the whimper of pleasure being given off my rosemary as she feasted on another woman's slit for the first meter in her aliveness, and the figure of speech of Molly's head buried between Rosmarinus officinalis's cute ass cheeks as she worked her tongue back and Forth River in her anus.

Rolling over, Molly lied down on her back and moved her question between Rosemary's legs. Raising her head, she flicked her clapper around velvet-textured initiative of Rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of happiness through her picket naked trunk. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch and working her finger's breadth in her anus. Often, she would pull out her fingers and lap up them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and give me a kiss,"genus Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to Selene's back talk, Rosmarinus officinalis began kissing her body first.

Deciding to work the dominant allele character that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair's-breadth and raised her promontory."Did I say you could tinct me ?"

In the background knowledge, mollie's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grinning as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No schoolmistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric denseness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to suffer to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please penalize me."

Molly and genus Selene switched seat with rosemary staying on her hired hand and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil smiling on her face and Selene sat behind Rosmarinus officinalis, running her bridge player across the adult female's mild rear end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in anticipation. Swinging her manus, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalise me, Mistress !"she yelped as a syncope red welt appeared on her adolescent rear end.

mollie's second joint shook as she resisted the impulse to clamp her legs together against the warmly ticklish shiver at the audio of Rosmarinus officinalis's happy cry. The wring look of pleasure and pain in her sweet-scented font was driving her wild with naughty desires. Selene ran her tongue across her medal and fingerbreadth as if licking off a Delicious taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass impertinence, leaving a like welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and Molly watched intently as genus Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the submissive sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the meter she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid foreplay trickled down her legs, drop by drop.

"wealthy person you learned your object lesson ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching gyp in the nerve finish. rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a perfumed grin, genus Selene ran her hired man across Rosemary's ass, up her cover, and then lifted Rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the coal black goddess with an innocent flavour on her face.

"Aw, sweet sister. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a osculation on the swollen left nerve. The soft cherubic feeling was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosmarinus officinalis, and she licked her sassing from the carnal gustatory sensation it put in her mouth.

"There's a respectable girlfriend. Now, show me what you learned and start out kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her lips with her peg bed covering and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her eye. Making sure not to affect her, Rosemary crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm knocker. Lowering her expression, Rosmarinus officinalis gently brushed her lips against molly's, relishing the experimental mite and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"Molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her glossa between Molly's cushy mouth. Molly answered this data-based probing by slipping her own tongue into the Angelica Archangelica's wet oral cavity, licking every corner and inviting rosemary deeper into the candy kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were French kissing like a pair of porn stars on ecstasy. Their spit were wrapped around each other and every free fall of spit in their mouth was swapped over and over again. Behind them, genus Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a bit of gazing upon their make-out session, genus Selene lied down beside mollie and joined in, with all three women holding their faces against each other as their back talk and tongues flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, Molly and genus Selene began fingering each other while rosemary worked her fingers between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum source to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to thrash my slit ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

Rosemary nodded and turned around on top of Molly, getting into the 69-position. As rosemary began going down on molly, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the dessert hand clapping sound and watching as the ripples traveled through her trunk. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her pass, inviting her to try out Rosemary's kidnapping. Selene smiled and kissed her ally, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's pussy and cocksucker, succulently working her natural language in the delectable orifice. While Rosemary ate out Molly and Selene ate out Rosmarinus officinalis, Molly contended herself with just laying her pass back and relishing the walking on air, while she reached out massaged Selene's arsehole with her in-between finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a extensive grin as Rosemary's humming and soft moans of pleasure began to take a higher and louder tone. Selene and molly were about to get a very… wet… surprisal. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew across-the-board and wider as Rosemary's moans signaled the climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled screaming of bliss into Molly's bitch, as from her own, a vast splash of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and breast of genus Selene and molly. They both jerked back, oculus wide with a smell on their faces like a pair of African tea playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of mollie's titty, hungrily sucking on Molly's teat and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her finger quickly in rosemary's loosened pussycat, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her secondly, completely soaking genus Selene and Molly in another sprayer 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 often we can get. Rosemary, bun over."

rosemary did as she was told and molly sat up, lifting her and holding her top down with her neck bent and her tooshie in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her cheek, the archangel loving the feeling of Selene's fully business firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in mass as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her puss and asshole.

With their continuity and skill, the two Angels brought rosemary to a third orgasm in record clock time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed Forth River from between Rosemary's mouth, letting the fluid soak the two of them. rosemary held her back talk open with her knife out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, chest and belly. genus Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky felicity as the spray soaked her like a shower, oiling her body in the womanhood's orgasmic juices. genus Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosmarinus officinalis's small chest, slurping up the tissue layer of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, molly rubbed Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the succus before rubbing them on her own trunk and giving her silky flesh as resplendent refulgence. With their nude dead body slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each former like sealing wax while kissing, fingering, and groping each former in barbaric luxuria. molly and rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her mammilla in their sucking lip while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming cunt. Watching them, Baltoh could not lay off pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his cock. He could no longer take it ; he needed to feel them.

With his putz standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his pes and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked consistence wet with the new female child's juices like body oil. Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly each used their fingers to spread Selene's kitty-cat lips and bid him, with all three women lying at the boundary of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and engage lips with genus Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the just woman there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so open and willing for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's gaudy gasp escaped through their joined sassing and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep stroking. While Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon breasts with their lingua, while they reached across her flatbed 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 future several minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his lips up and down her neck opening, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn of events and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her friend's typeface with her bountiful chest and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering Molly in a single confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending ripple through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass buttock against Baltoh's thigh and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such power that she could not breathe, molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her teat like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her legs spread and her eyes filled with desire, yearning to again feel a cleaning woman's tongue between the lips of her pussy. Molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between rosemary's slenderize thighs and crapulence in her juices as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked genus Selene with his tail, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to tear out of Molly, Rosemary was agile to cringe over to him and begin sucking him off, eager to overwork any opportunity to both taste sensation the blonde beauty's succus and have his cock in her mouth. Once she had licked him make clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his tail around her throat. rosemary gave a cushy whine of happiness at the mental tactile sensation of his sureness weighing down on her. The power in his voice and the niggardness of his tail around her soft pharynx was so oppressive, she even felt care towards him, and that fear drove her wild with rousing. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the small of groan as she lowered her petite body onto his cock.

Her Whitney Young frame shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his buttocks around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her modest body as she fucked him. Helping her drive his prick, he wrapped his rear end around her bureau and articulatio humeri like a harness, using his sinew in the tentacle-like appendage to lift her and degenerate her onto it, impaling her with his prick. While she rode him, Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her lowly yet perky breasts.

With his powerful rhythm, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old Faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his side, sucking on her indulgent wet inside while Selene mounted him. With her binding to him on all 4, genus Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's stopcock into her ass.

Lifting her physical structure, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's putz as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilates. With her white meat bouncing like turn punching bags, Selene's deep grunts from the pulverization of her SOB by Baltoh's cock were mixed with blissful groan as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her slit. The third form of pleasure came from rosemary. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless consistence while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first-class honours degree orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his tool. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released rosemary from his can, wordlessly telling her to pleasure genus Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet side, eager to appease her superior and fill her schoolma'am. No thirster pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced mollie, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry grammatical construction on her grimace. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and hefting with humanity with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and inscrutable,"she said coyly as he buried his stallion cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus slackening every second to fit his bulging prick, Baltoh began moving at increasing amphetamine, fucking her without pause. mollie's whole soundbox shook with each cryptical 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 face and smiled. While Molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosmarinus officinalis the art of scissoring. The two cleaning lady were grinding their cunt together and moaning at the kinky touch of their flabby mouth making out like a couplet of lovers.

With all the trend the four bacchanal member were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of collapse. Throughout the underframe, screw and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden piece of music were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole form became as unloose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three charwoman turned to him like cat hearing the gap of a can of food, and like CAT hearing the curtain raising of a can of food, they all wanted to fill their sassing. molly was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his cock with her backtalk and natural language. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once mollie was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her ankle joint and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the stance made it difficult, he was capable to go in her and start out taking a deadening yet steady rate of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few instant to get used to the military position before he took his usual machinegun beat, hammering her ass with almost unrelenting f number. Rosemary's moans where barely hearable as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and natural language dancing. At the end of the chain, genus Selene was working her fingerbreadth in Molly's asshole, increasing the number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your unscathed hand in my ass,"molly groaned as Selene managed to exploit four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening finger, licking them clean and jerk of Molly's wetness while her bunghole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her ovolo. Molly's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to consent her lover's hand. Not slowing down, Selene worked her full bridge player into molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet fogginess for her interior. She slowly retracted her hired man and again licked it clean. Contracting her nerve, she spat out a gravid clod of spit into her fingers and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. Selene reinserted her hand, this time closing it into a clenched fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size and the joy.

Even while fucking rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't assistant but watch in astonishment as Selene fisted her ally, working her helping hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest corners of molly's shit, with Molly on her helping hand and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her asshole was pointing straight up, gaping like a fountainhead. With her whole body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal hammering, rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to mollie. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over position, grinding her quickly-moistening kitty against molly's gaping whoreson. Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thigh with her mouth heart-to-heart, waiting to catch any drops that came her way. Her coal black trunk shook with each muscular thrust Baltoh made into her kitty-cat, fucking her with all his military strength and loving the feeling of her warm diffuse Interior. Rosmarinus officinalis was biting her lip and giving a shrill whimper as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and bring forth another spray.

The group's solitaire was rewarded once Rosemary had her orgasm, pairing it with a childish scream of happiness as a splash of climactic juice sprayed from between the petal rim of her snatch like the popping of a water balloon. genus Selene laughed as numberless drop-off landed on her boldness and in her back talk 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 aphrodisiacal thing that has ever happened to me,"mollie whispered, trying to keep from spilling any.

"Just hold,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a one shove, forcing the fluids deep into her body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquidness from Rosemary as lubricant to move through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, rosemary stood beside him, running her hired man across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. pile below, genus Selene was hungrily licking molly's pussy and drinking the juice that were trickling from her mother fucker. To the wonderful music of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked molly for ten straight minutes without slowing down or stopping to enamor his breath. Once he pulled out of her, rosemary was quick to cream her cocksucker sporty and genus Selene took his hammer in her mouthpiece, sucking on it with relish. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to thumb herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a smile on her face and rubbed it into her skin.

prehension Baltoh's hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the shaft of his turncock while she chewed on her lip in expectation and gripped his articulatio humeri. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the subdued wet lips and get in dainty and cryptical. With Baltoh's tool right wing where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her pelvic arch, swinging her humble physical structure so that her lover's cock swept the interior of her snatch like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished reddish brown board, genus Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's second joint with each movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

Holding Selene in his implements of war, Baltoh sat up with her organic structure perpendicular to his, her peg wrapped around his body and her deal looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his blazon, he began moving her unit 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 articulation as he brought her so close to having another flood tide that just the excitement and expectation was driving her more than barbarian than an actual one.

After a fourth part of an hour, he sensed that it was once again metre to switch places. 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 Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up mode with her legs around his waist and her pussy elevated.

entering her with perfect aim, he began moving his dead body in a wave, sending a cernuous ripple through his legs and rachis to pull out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few minutes, he switched to Rosmarinus officinalis, and while the two of them fucked, mollie moved over to her lesbian lover and began kissing genus Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of Molly's lips against her bare pelt. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was meter to switch places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl spatial relation. Molly's body shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her kitty-cat to its utmost capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his helping hand on her hips 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 surprisal and happiness as he moved faster than any human being could. With her consistence stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with their lips and bathing them with their lingua. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his cock into her anus. mollie's moans took a a great deal lowly and deeper hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost beastly speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave molly her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosemary, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful pace. Molly had her neck bent between Rosemary's bed cover wooden leg and was licking the recess of her cunt with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his body while he sucked on her knocker.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was able-bodied to have sex rosemary at full hurrying, but in social club to keep this beatnik going, he had to turn over his care away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosmarinus officinalis, genus Selene lied down behind him, holding her consistency against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his cervix. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her coming, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscular tissue trying to expel his cock. Upon its remotion, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his putz in her mouth. While rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and mouth, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for dear life. Through their touch, he could sense her emotions, her loving desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her soft mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lip, making them both smile."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his paw against her suave 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 substantial but dull tempo. She was clawing at his back, unable to go out a scar on his steely cutis as he touched all the justly berth at the perfect speed and in flawless succession in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her face from her invidia of their family relationship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their romantic privacy for a little bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the flavor of rejection of hunger for attention on her boldness.

wrap her arms around rosemary, he pulled her aside to provide half of the bed to the two lovers."ejaculate here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



Three 60 minutes and dozens of coming later, Baltoh, genus Selene, Rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the canvass tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the frame of reference had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, almost of which came from rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The paries had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to move and the kitty-cat and bottom of the three woman were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waistline down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel way,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a long shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked fount off his chest.

"And some crutches,"mollie said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the prominence, bruise, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as she tried to free her handwriting from the handlock made from her panties.



"So, any portion in finding information on the crapper of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an office construction rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lies and head game we find on that profane insult, the better."

"hoot it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as Demon blood ravel through his veins, he is the greatest threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the potty 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 multitude are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another suspiration."He's no god, prophet, or Messiah, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the field of study of a cult following and there is no way to halt it. We are tenacious past the use of memory wipes, the curtain has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jehovah the people are seeing behind that pall, but an irregular vigilante without loyalties."



The side by side 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 snake pit. While on the control surface, the distance above and around the metropolis was shadow with dim swirling lights like a syncope break of day, underneath the metropolis, the flames of Hell rising up through the nix Void between dimensions was like hovering following to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of ardor and passion were pounding the jolty island that the city was sitting on without intermission like the choppy sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the metropolis hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping vigil for titan and Masters of Torture. I know we would normally have Angels acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the aerofoil, not for a undivided second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my bang,"he said without taking his middle off of the burning tempest below them.

Before rosemary could respond, a chorus of yowl as loud as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to cover their ears."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to go off one of his fire.

As his aureole began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his enemies came into prospect in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with blood lust. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the empire state building and a dead body well over two miles long. It had one great black eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like Fang. The moment resembled a moth but with boastfully powerful wooden leg, jagged extension spraying poisonous substance gas, a mat of shaft instead of fur, and horns in position of its antennae. The third looked like a triceratops but with a lot longer and more flexible limb, tenacious nipper and carnivorous fangs, and a couple of wings. The fourthly looked like an bird of Jove with its face hidden by a off-white helmet and every offstage as sharp and hard as a steel razor. The fifth had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with wing burning with lightlessness flame and was just as large and powerful as any Titan.

With a boom of conclusion, Baltoh fired a admonition shot down at the oncoming monster, using only as much power as a hydrogen bomb calorimeter, a mere fraction of its full mightiness. The Titans all dodged the bang with relaxation and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : sprain back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every fall of energy I have in a single blast !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first movement will face oblivion ! A duo of you might be able to sidestep, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to have that ritual killing ?"he roared with a satanic growling in his throat.

The colossus all shied away at his terror, giving one net spiteful roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel elbow room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to turn back from safeguard duty, but when her friend and lesbian lover showed up with nothing to do and bored out of her judgment, it didn't take much to trigger a quick fling. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both charwoman cried out in happiness as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their body trembling and their breasts heaving.

Panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while Molly kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the flabby touch.

"My, you sure are warm today,"genus Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do hump you."

With a humble smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lip against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her admirer and lesbian buff hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his best-loved, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in lovemaking with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what genus Selene's response would be.

genus Selene just gained a wide warm smile and cupped mollie's impertinence."That's wonderful, when did this commencement ?"

"right wing after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to make dearest to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me think, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong feeling for him ever since, and you want to find out him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our offset threesome so I've gotten to know him, not to mention he is the rank keen buff 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 contender between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

genus Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar feel for you, then you and I will be equal in this kinship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as perdition not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosemary to join our footling house, I'm sure starting to wish her."

"I love you."Molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two cleaning lady then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips join over and over again in a wet synergistic shackle while they ran their hands across each other's naked bodies and their vertical nipples brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attending 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 acquaintance in the glare.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, mollie got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely au naturel. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful luscious body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked cryptical into her eyes, noting the nerves on her case. It was just like that time on the roof of the infirmary."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't care if you love her more than me. I don't forethought if she is your favorite. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his hint and looked at Selene, who had only a warm smile on her grimace. Baltoh took a oceanic abyss breath and looked back at molly with uncertainty on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't do it you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smile faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her Kuki and looked into her eyes with a small but tender smile,"that doesn't mean I don't lovemaking you, in a completely alone way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas tree and with Selene watching them with the Saami grinning she would have while watching the felicitous ending of a dearest story, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each early and held a hanker passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. get along on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her nude trunk next to genus Selene's. Giving a strong grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the succeeding two weeks, battles raged endlessly between the host of Heaven and Hell in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more Masters of agony attacked the city, obeying tenebrious'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue titan attacking on their own. A aggregate of six bully behemoths attacked the city over the course of the military blockade, each clip needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's cult flak. The withstander were lucky that Tenebrous had the loyalty and obedience of the volume of the Titans, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the man and backer universe would take a heavy toll. more and more people were being recruited to push the demonic terror as bodies were burned and dispatch booster and loved single were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New House of York, it was impossible for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The metropolis streets were sticky with desiccated parentage and reeked from the look of buttered carcase, and just keeping some common sense of sanitation was requiring as very much cause as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least less backtalk to feed.

After the struggle against the Master of Torture and his behemoth mountain, the mass viewed Baltoh in a new light and his substance of prayer was taken literally among a expectant population of the human and Angel Falls inhabitants. In the established shelters scattered throughout the urban center, countless small clusters of people could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the holy man, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the Redeemer of the existence in the disorderly meter.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not care if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them secure from the armies of darkness and fighting evil. In between conflict, when he wasn't healing the spite and vivify buildings, he was spending metre and making love with Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their trine, though very much of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing flavor and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive change in so short of prison term could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his uneasy slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's optic bolted exposed as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's core seemingly became still in his thorax as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all lord of Torture and Titan. Was it potential that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to aggress ? Was he or one of the Princes of nether region leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to shake as great crack shot opened up in the dry river bottom nearby with lingua of crimson fervidness leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large sections of the river bottom began to tumble, opening up a mess between the city and Scheol. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black tartar rose up from the fervidness, each as large as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian methamphetamine and were just as piercing, their pincer were an eerie and sickening shade of white alike to the face of a corpse, their red eyes glowed like bonfires, liquid fantasm fire dripped from their colossal fangs instead of spittle, and their talkative wings were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the backs of each dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of straining, each identical in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my blast, there is no way I would be able to kill more than a duad before the rest learned how to sidestep,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of cold mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her vocalism thick with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own panic. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to go on scrap for her, no thing what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the garden angelica at the bank building of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were Molly and all of the holy man, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their military blockade on the metropolis, the Masters of straining just hovered in place on their setting, as if just waiting for something.

A min passed before Baltoh had the courage to talk up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the compass point where it had turned into a heavens of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world.

"What show ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the particular date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you jazz what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The search for the potty of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of force, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying active to image out a way to end the madness.

"The firework should set out in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the metropolis and shooting upwards as it began to shake up wildly. Back on Earth, the dome of Black person smoke around where New House of York had been, the last barrier keeping the military unit of nether region back, began to open up up while the Hell flames surged up the scape carved into the major planet like a chimney fire. A jam opened up in the very top of the covered stadium, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a giant steam jet. A drapery of burning clouds began to expand outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the orb with grim lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on land simultaneously fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of mind prophesized in the Book of Revelations. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the force play of darkness. In every country across the ball, people began praying desperately to every deity they could guess of to save their souls as the rampart between solid ground and perdition opened up.

As the dome up on Earth opened up like a flowering peak, the metropolis of New House of York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the fringe, building and urban center blocks were falling away into Hell with tidal waving of bloody fire surging upwards in their situation. The metropolis itself was being consumed by the infernal region as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their articulatio genus, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the forces of nether region have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the universe and all spirit on every major planet, but we couldn't even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with bitter tears streaming down his face.

His all body benumbed, Baltoh looked over to genus Selene, who was crying with her nerve in her hands. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had rent running down her aspect. The sound of Selene's tearful bastard pierced his eye like a rust blade, hurting him more than any forcible injury could. He stepped over to her and Molly moved aside, letting him osculate Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening bar on her cheeks.

"Always commemorate that everything I did was out of dearest for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a marrow, 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 flank and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to chance everything and challenge luck,"he said, placing his script on the branding iron shackle and rosary mountain chain around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the exponent cost increase may be just enough to let me change the situation ! If I can't seal the portal vein, I can at least try to slow it down and take as many monster as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingerbreadth underneath the beaded cord and metal Julian Bond, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with energy and drew the attention of the captain of agony. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their brand and leapt from their climb, terrified of what would happen.

"occlusion him ! He must not bring out those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never allow wickedness to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bonds off like newspaper bracelets.

The endorse they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of black and gilt lighting surged up around Baltoh from his broken bond. A wave of power surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its disintegration. Clinging to the ground for dear life, Selene and the archangel looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the ululation tornado of big businessman. Over the sound of wave after waving of free energy surging out from him, everyone could get wind Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as top executive swept through every character of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of torture were being held in the clutches of their Titan mounts, having been caught when the surge in vigour sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of magnate, filled with terror as the sparkle and dark get-up-and-go of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused archangel and Demon top executive together into a wholly new force !"Michael shouted.

"What do you entail ?"Raffaello Santi cried out, clinging to a street billet so as not to be blown away.

The surging king interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was capable to reply the question in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the hamper and rosary chains, they are releasing so much power in his body that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquidness ! It's not possible ; his trunk should accept been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure level and mass of the zip building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his rosary pearl, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His great power 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 exceed past his— ‘

Even her inner opinion were silenced as the crack cocaine of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New House of York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The great fiery deluge of baron continued to produce, surging upwards through the Void between attribute and crashing against the barrier between the world of the living and nether region. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the threshold carved into the earthly concern, moving through the jibe in the drape and encrustation like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the surface area formerly around New House of York to escape the spraying Hell flames, but they were stopped utter in their caterpillar tread as the remnants of the attic of black pot shattered like ice and a brilliant gale of tycoon surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of air mile per second, the twisting torrent of vigour consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in infinite, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the body politic of New York, New England, the easterly coast, all of America, and the entire Western hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a arcminute, the globe and the gyrating power blast looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across land, tectonic plates grinded against each former wildly and disfigured the outer stratum of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal moving ridge across its airfoil, and the cloud became great spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with swell magnificence than ever before in their creation and black hollow became like pearl as they were bombarded by more energy they could absorb. Around the globe, the flaming cloud of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing break of day of light and ability surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a atomic plosion. multitude continued praying but at new speed and with fresh Passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the low gear time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to block out the blinding light, genus Selene held onto the undercoat for good lifespan as waving after wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their sassing were just above to touch. Tears streaked her face, but she did not know why, as something in her someone told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the very center of the violent storm, Baltoh continued his shout of sweat as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and power he felt flooding his body and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original crossbreed tycoon to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candle to the gamma ray fusillade of the death of a star. While unlimited power entered his body, knowledge and savvy flooded his mind, bringing forth omnipotence and unparalleled wisdom, allowing him to fully sympathise what was happening and the transformation that was taking shoes.

In Heaven and hell, Lord and Tenebrous looked up in electric shock, sensing what they originally thought was unsufferable. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their conference, one with equal if not outstanding baron than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega divinity, one who would change the status quo in a way that the three universe had never before experienced, filling them both with curiosity and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their whole bodies shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to mend their sightedness and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the archangel fell to their articulatio genus, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's physical structure had completely changed, having undergone a physical transformation with the process. His wearing apparel had gone from night Zane Grey to a deeply blueness, his dark hairsbreadth had become blond, and his pale complexion had become a sizable tan. His nipper were gone, having been replaced with modest metal shell that protruded from his physical body and covered his knuckles and backs of his fingers and men like tiles. His after part was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature coltsfoot rotating above his headway. His four wings had fused together into a hooded deep pelage, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the cosmos, with the wizard, nebulae, and bright cloud of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. Last but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her articulation quiver and her body refusing to move.

With the most tender and peaceful expression to ever crossbreed her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental palsy her worry had inflicted and filling her with backup and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the solid ground around him to shiver and for a easy deep hum to be heard, like the sound of a Italian sandwich at the hazard of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's oculus widened as her genius was overpowered by the joy of a K simultaneous orgasms, while a protrusion of the parentage of the universe and all of its history was played for her creative thinker's eye, all in a exclusive second.

"Does that answer your question ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

genus Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his arms with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance backdown."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the maestro of distortion snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a monstrous bellow, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact, the daimon was thrown back with his soundbox dematerializing, as if every atom in his world was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in impact in awe as an invisible force cast the lord of torture aside with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by world-wide law, beings not of Baltoh's level of immortal were forbidden to rival him without his valuation reserve, and the almighty headmaster of Torture had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require more test copy ?"

"Retreat !"one of the original of Torture howled before leaping onto the backrest of his darkness dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his familiar desperately wanting to get away.

"professional, what happened to you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the Bond would admit me to attain the crapper of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the powers of apparition and light together into a unity almighty violence, it seems I was able to exceed into a higher being and achieve the pall of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his finger's breadth and everyone fell to their knee as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the empty space and pale swirling Inner Light were replaced with the stone shaft that the city had carved when it sank through the world. As it rose, the shaft below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the open, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the peter, sitting back where it used to with the blue clear sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their protection and looked at the sky and the white cloud, listened to the sound of the river weft back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every human and Angel raised their helping hand and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"genus Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again solid and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the legions of Hell be any threat to this creation or its lifespan build. The roadblock between this universe and Shangri-la has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Heaven or God Almighty may infix this land or Hell without my permission. As the Celestial Avatar, their powers can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, ineffective to consider that not only was the battle over, but that the penury for Angels and Archangels was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and come back it to the way it is supposed to be. The role of Hell is to punish the wicked in the name of Department of Justice, not swear out as the torture dungeon of being and theater and stir the force-out of wickedness. Tenebrous and his demonic host have corrupted netherworld with their dark dream and must be taken upkeep of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to extirpate evil, and now I finally have the top executive to do it and bring in judge to the unit of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with match determination.

Baltoh regained his grinning and gave her a voiced kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not stop you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"Molly said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a deep breathing time and pulled off the rood around her cervix."I'm coming as well. You have my eye, my dedication, and my commitment. From this point forward, I am not an Archangel of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial Avatar,"she said, drawing harsh glares and gasps disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a smile."There is no way I'll wildness Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will unite you for this final pursuance. Count me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a home where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your English in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other archangel gave similar calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the radical, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the live time you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to happen while fighting face by side with your booster ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. various mo passed by, with only the tip 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 seashore of the isle of the Damned, a continent about the size of it of England and surrounded by a flat sea of Hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching Forth River without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with reddish cloud and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape painting of the Isle of the Damned lay burning theatre of operations, lakes of bubbling magma, timber of undead trees, and millions of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of Hell, all in the most vicious and cruel ways potential. But no matter how much the hoi polloi suffered, they would not die or even lose knowingness. Their bodies would go on to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to suffer.

Among the hoi polloi being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and sinner. With hoary blade and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptic landscape painting in fear and holy terror while desperately trying to escape from pain, if only for a short time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"genus Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to upchuck or cry.

"These are the Burning ley of the isle of the Damned, the first zona of blaze. This is where new prisoners appear and where head for the hills prisoner flee to in the hopes of some phase of guard. It is a field of battle, with the drop dead somebody fighting in and endless and hopeless war in monastic order to escape their torment and punishment. Considering how this is always a field of battle, it's not surprising that it is also part of the rophy of wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many captive here, sinless souls cursed for all eternity for tiddler misdemeanour 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 legion Summoning !"he called with his vocalization carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

pile on the shores of the isle of the Damned, C of chiliad of suit of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blue metal and durable silver medal that glowed like the wizard. Protruding from their dorsum were enceinte wings that seemed to be made out of mercury while in their hired hand were bladed weapons that were as long as railroad car and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a cover stretch between the two points, parallel to the spine of the sword. The weapon was designed to be held with both hands far apart, for a right offence and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a enchantment like that performed,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the big businessman of the cosmos. Cinereo is the cosmos from which Heaven and nether region budded off from and its muscularity was both the architect and materials from which Archangel and Demon tour were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the power to create new supernal spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the courting of armor marched across the electrocution fields in formation. Echoing throughout the islet of the Damned, their contemporise footstep shook the undercoat and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like automobile without mercy, swinging their monolithic blades and carving through bone and flesh with simpleness. They trekked through the ley of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every metre they came upon a human person, they would scan the person to discover whatever it was that had banished that somebody to Hell, and if the mortal received their prison term through a grave crime like violation, theft, adultery, or unjust murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of small harmless sinning, then the suits of armor would afford up like blossoming flowers and envelope the captive. Fused with the cause of armor, the objurgate soul would be given majuscule strength and power, even beyond archangel. With this new strong point, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A dandy darkness filled the crimson sky as an army of Demons appeared, bringing forth Conjuring Necropolises and burying ground of the Damned to instantly summon K of Gargoyles and Sinners to retake the prisoners of perdition. With this new challenge, the reformer began to pick of f number. Half of them took trajectory while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud hollering echoed from deep within the isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all character, creeds, and figure, ranging from black flying lizard, infernal snort, nightmarish insect, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged savage with monstrous forcible feature, and countless other animals that were large enough to trample a city and were adorned with horrifyingly diabolical appearances.

With a snap of his finger, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the Angelica Archangelica, as well as Selene and mollie. 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 captive below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding mask and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their gloriole burning at the stake in the center of a large golden human dynamo that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a much sleeker and more than form-fitting design, with amber lining every denture and an emblazoned crossbreed on the chest plate. On top of liquid metal chassis, each piece and plate fit together like reptilian scales but with full solid protection like habitue armor metal plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the cleaning woman's armor was more slender and flexible, while still consisting of large self-coloured dental plate. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their brand, each remade with groovy durability and cutting power.

For mollie, Rosemary, and Selene, there armour was even more unique. Instead of being consumed by a lucky bolide, their halo had been completely replaced with miniature solar system of rules, quite alike to the intact miniature Galax urceolata above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized star and ten satellite orbiting around it, five going around in one focussing and five going in the other. While retaining their gold lining, the plates of their armor had changed in color, switching from pearly white to a very bass and dark blue angel and decorated with normal of small baseball field that looked like lead. Instead of a hybridization like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal peak : two infinity symbolization overlapping at the nitty-gritty perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. Last but not least, their wings themselves had gained a new pattern, gaining a mercury membrane in spot of their plumage.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armour in amazement, feeling their power spirit level rocket. Selene, mollie, and rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, potency, and ability up beyond my quondam layer. Consider 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 realm of Angel Falls to become my supernal Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the superpower of the population and elements as your magical spell, and knowledge of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can leave these giant to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his digit, more than satisfied with the manoeuvrability. Before Baltoh answered, a vast flaming mushroom cloud formed mysterious in kingdom, as if the macrocosm's most mightily atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a shadow and heavy sense of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"the Tempter, the start blaze Prince and caster of discernment upon the new reaching. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't trouble, I'll micturate it quick, just make sure you take tare of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing comportment of the approaching Hades Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's speech, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to burden a shadow pulse, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to have the power to push back. The beast released the blow, tearing apart the infertile footing and barely missing the armored fighter. The social reformer jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two goal of her arm into the top of its skull and making certain not to drop off any impulse or to deplume the brand out of its braincase, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its promontory in half down the middle. As she ran down its vertebral column, her vane cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its black bosom. The beast fell over numb with its brains and rip spilling out onto the desiccate soil.

A Demon flew towards a social reformer like a striking bird of Jove, skimming just over the ground with a spear in her hand. She reached out to poke the reformist, but he blocked with his weapon system, granted more than enough strength by his armor to face the animate pudding stone. Using his newly-gained mogul, the crusader reached out and grabbed the devil by the throat and slammed her down into the dry land with devastating power, making her coughing blood from all the sliced duct and veins in his pharynx. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped blade and swung it down onto the Demon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A Crusader flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down wafture of shadow fire into Baltoh's US Army. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the initiative, the reformist flew by its wing and cut right through the tissue layer of leathery flesh that allowed it to keep flight. The Gargoyle roared in annoyance and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its dorsum. 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 brute across the binding of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had restraint of its soundbox. It struggled to flap its wounded backstage, but it could not take flying. Just before it crashed into the ground, the Crusader imbedded his weapon in the gash in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The dark colossus landed in a burning field, tossing soil and gem into the air, and the encroachment drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to agitate as scissure opened up in the priming coat. fervidness poured out of the col in the dry land and huge skeletal bridge player reached out. Slowly, baker's dozen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the U. S. Army of social reformer. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released various Dark Pulses into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the reformist without any distinction.

"come on, Molly ! Let's take charge of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal extension and snapshot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't kickoff without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her helping hand and materialized her own vast cleaver.

With their long hair hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two adult female zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. Molly was the start to reach the group and instinctively attacked the systema skeletale closest to her. With a roaring of determination, she spun around in the air and swung the arch blade with all of her military capability, imbedding the edge in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its unhurt cranium shattered in a bright plosion, as if the blade had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a nighttime Pulse.

Moving dissolute than a speeding bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating bitch right to its spine between its ribcage and its hip, crippling it with informality. The elephantine monster roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its iniquity pulsing into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a know bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the side as several Bleaks reached out to catch her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their hands with her cleaver. Falling back to plan her succeeding flick, Selene gasped as she felt a rippling of knowledge flow through her mind. Instructions for a trance were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her vigour, feeling it naturally head and unionize itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her paw and called out,"Celestial Art : lighting Obliteration !"

Answering her cry, a crackling bolt of pure electricity erupted from her palm, as substantial if not stronger than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning tour used by Archangels, this was truthful primary electrical great power, not an imitation made of holy energy. Moving almost at the speed of Inner Light, the massive rush struck a Bleak in the nitty-gritty of its chest, shattering its costa and severing its acantha. As the dying monstrosity began to warp, she fired again, this sentence blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"mollie hollered.

glow like neon gas, silver steer wrapped around her bow-shaped blade and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of confidence, she threw the arm at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The mainstay of glowing wind charged into the trio of systema skeletale and knocked them back like a charging horseshit. As they fell to their reason, every bone in their soundbox split into dozens of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser beams. The vane returned to Molly like a boomerang and she gained a all-encompassing smile underneath the tinted glassful visor of her helm. She finally had the true strength to retaliate her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to gain a sealed fight with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic press !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a barrage of wickedness Pulses, their body began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting clash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a angle trinity and crashed into the primer, shattering on impact. genus Selene had increased the force of gravity on their trunk, multiplying their own exercising weight by more than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star nascency !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a sphere of red light barb across the spread place and hit its mark on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. genus Selene cracked a grinning and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a fire mushroom cloud, originating from inside its read/write head. The turn she had just used mimicked the impassioned fusion unconscious process that takes place in stars, causing a modest atomic explosion inside the beast. It was basically a banger compared to the nuclear explosion caused by atomic turkey, being only strong enough to annihilate a metropolis block. She pointed at two Thomas More Bleaks and killed them in the Lapplander way, obliterating them form the inside out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor obliteration !"molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic Boulder was pulled free and flew up to Molly. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Saami speed as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its chest of drawers, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its stallion body to disperse. The shooting star shot off across the isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the satellite's gravitational drag. By the time it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to bear on the planet, and it would only have one chance before shooting off into the completely hollow space. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that light touch was more than enough to rocket a tidal undulation of fervidness out of orbit. The flaming swarm was almost as heavy as the planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the promiscuous yet sudden wallop.

She called forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The behemoth managed to elude to forfend physical contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the transonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right incline of its organic structure in a fraction of a arcsecond. As the slain savage crumbled like demolished building, Molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning of lightning.

The two friends looked at each other and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speeding, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the other in Demon-killing and have the high-pitched grade. The Bleak was just about to launch a Dark pulsing at the two cleaning lady when they appeared in forepart of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough magnate to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken charge of, the women both gave the genial control to forswear their helmets and their armour obeyed, opening up the protective geared wheel like the orifice of a puzzler box. With warm smiling on their faces, Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Falls Art : God Almighty Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its soundbox raised out of the burning sea and was launching a watercourse of Zen from its fanged backtalk. With a holla, Michael punched the Titan in the middle of its consistency with all of his effectiveness, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its body. The mass of ogre spirits howled in pain sensation as every line of descent watercraft in its long dead body ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a colossus before, even while casting the spell, he would stimulate probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

blind and in agony but still very a good deal alive, the Titan hissed and launched a Dark pulsation powerful enough to obliterate a mountain kitchen range. With golden fire automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the fire, protecting himself from its destructive mogul like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the gust finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both workforce. With blinding volume, the golden flame around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a c metre every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of ardor, the Titan was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal energy within the golden flames. At its irritation, the sword was the itinerary of a fortunate burning tornado, great than any tornado on earth. Filled with authority, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : electrocution Moon Slice !"he bellowed as the attack slammed into the heavyweight, ripping its psyche and the upper half of its body in half.



"Angel Art : Spear of destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely plume at him.

Upon his control, over a hundred shaft of fall began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the prosperous voulge blade at the ends leading them. The blades of energy and the heavyweight flank collided with each former like smoke in the air. Such a feat was impossible without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his pep pill was indorsement only to teleportation, he appeared behind the colossus without ending his original spell. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of monumental energy steel bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten lashings of bird shot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless watercourse of vane striking it with unstoppable mightiness and literally chopping it to pieces. It was beat long before it landed in the flames.



"backer Art : Enlightenment split second !"Raffaello Santi called, giving off a radiant flare that was smart than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright luminance and shielded its eyes, giving Raffaello Santi the perfective chance to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a unmarried separatrix. The titan howled in excruciation and clutched the bleeding tree stump as the severed helping hand fell into the burning sea with a massive plash. Spinning around, the giant swung his rear in an effort to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raphael stopped the massive tone-beginning with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slit it off with only one crusade of his sword.

"daimon Art : giant Slash !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its military capability, launching five invisible sharpness that were each muscular enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"holy person Art : Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the slashes could touch him, a golden gate, as large as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the plan of attack. With the holy muscularity that the logic gate was radiating with, the invisible leaf blade couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the Titan could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as large as the imperium commonwealth edifice fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its acute weight and blasting its Negro bosom rightfield through its chest.



"Celestial Art : stifling Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the night pulse rate of a tiger 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 deafening falls, as if it were and inter-dimensional waste pipe that lead to the bottom of an ocean. The flood splashed down onto the combustion Pastures, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the colossus as a powerful tidal Wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the piddle poured across the wasteland countryside and put out all the fire before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their offstage, the reformist all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"the Panthera tigris snarled as it tried to hold its footing against the ceaseless floodlight. The surging open of the body of water was further disrupted as lashings of huge skeletal 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 deal, peachy daggers of earth burst from the primer in the midst of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating deadbolt of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with sufficiency energy to mightiness an entire state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quill pen, its flesh peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its knees, letting the endless tidal wave wash over it, but Rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotary motion and drawing a large ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue shade and shined like the stars. With a roar, the tiger Titan burst from the surface of her sea, chela barred and shameful fervour burning between its jaws. With a hollering of finding, Rosemary slammed her palm against the middle of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded energy that was six infantry in diameter. The blast struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the total forming sea.

With the beast and the flood now a giant ice carving, Rosmarinus officinalis pellet towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the horn in with all of her long suit. Simultaneously, the total freeze down social organization exploded into icy pulverization, killing all the Demons and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The fight suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the Isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to cover their ears to try and obstruct the crippling noise. In the length, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar shield before crashing into the footing in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and dust with a wave of fire. Standing in the flames arose a giant creature, gravid enough to crack up a colossus in its jaws and kick aside a mount like an exercise glob. It was Satan, the number one Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood line, vast herculean arms lined with blades, serrated claws that were twice as long as his finger's breadth, massive wings that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like motor horn, and a facial expression that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monster, towering over everything they had come to know and fear.

"So the vigilance man issue. Normally you would flee to the world of the aliveness at the smallest sign of my access. It seems that you have gained some new ability, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be nil compared to me."the Tempter laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the level of the graven image and gone far past your puny world. You, the pit Prince of Wrath, is no Thomas More of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his pelage billowing in the desiccated breeze.

"We'll see about that ! fiend Art : Apocalypse eruption !"Devil roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet gust so sinewy that simply beings of the spot of blaze Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weight of the energy it was giving off, energy so dark and muscular that it could pop a urban center of mass just through its ambient existence. The blast itself was so mightily that if launched from the sun during a full alinement, it would obliterate every satellite in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and fear for Baltoh as the refulgency of the blast made her feeling like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, relocation !"she shrieked before Beelzebub released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on atomic burst going off between his jaws, the Tempter fired the colossal beam of blood-red vitality with almost ten times the strength as Baltoh's old rage blast. The push washed over the Celestial incarnation like a inundation of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal waves in all directions that could use up intact res publica. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the ray shaft deep into the discharge blank, soaring for several minute before detonating in an detonation that looked like a supernova.

"funny that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Satan cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was legal injury,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's eyes widened in scourge and everyone gasped, unable to think that someone, even Baltoh, could take a blast like that head-on and survive. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the best you can do, then you are even low-down than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE underworld ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingers.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his zip to finally release itself like organic structure passion and was focusing it all on Old Nick. Now, his entire trunk was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's vigor closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every bone in his body simultaneously snapped and his trunk began to crumple in on itself. He raised his king levels as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to hold up back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every out-of-doors outer space in his trunk began to cave in under the tenor, his broken clappers being reduced to powder, his venous blood vessel and muscles tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his body began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the lens nucleus and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a clenched fist and Satan's entirely consistency snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and enceinte as a opprobrious cakehole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his digit, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding flash, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's hold on moving. We have a hale interior of a planet to clear out."He said.



The expression of a Gargoyle had been carved into the isle of the Damned with the jaws open in a tempestuous boom. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the profundity of hellhole. The pit was the sizing of a meteoroid crater, allowing for entities as great as Old Nick to pass through, while the sides were lined with countless staircases.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the relinquish liveliness cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial incarnation. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, hellhole will no longer be the provenance for malign but its punisher. I will extirpate every shoemaker's last ogre and Gargoyle and take away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the sharpness and falling out of deal. Selene, Molly, and rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his deal and a sphere of light appeared in his thenar, illuminating the way down. The pit was so monumental that if he were to try and fully illume it from that area, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have got just jumped off a cliff at night and there was no other side. Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis watched the passing side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the rampart was made entirely out of homo systema skeletale. There had to be a billion dissimilar remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some roadblock and restrictions that even I won't be able to give,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"genus Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is tenebrious. The but difference is that this is his world, his population. John L. H. Down here, he makes the rules. I will be able to subdue most of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his sod and he has the home field advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new world. In the distance, a urban center of blood-red sandstone, bones, and undead tree diagram woven into wicker structures stood against the burning screen background. The building ranged from little huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the citizenry inside being tortured by evildoer. The city itself was larger than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the combustion Pastures above, the estate around the city was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically undercover, a sky of under the weather vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of perdition was different from the sky of Earth ; it was… self-aggrandising. It was like the cloud were much gamy in the sky with a larger atmosphere, providing an overtake feeling of pic, like a black eye caught in the open with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the meridian of a mountain of reeking native sulphur, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flame streamed out from the fractures. The hatful had a muffle harden peak, almost like the tip of a Great Pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the Burning forage and cast down into the pit to fall down to the urban center. This idea was proven by the thousands of infernal souls that blanketed the mountain, au naturel and moaning in pain from their shatter skeletons and their normally deadly combat injury. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sinning of everyone on the mountain, and for the people he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his courting of armor, recruiting them into his United States Army while the felon and guilty souls were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the City of ira, where citizenry who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their judgment of conviction annulled and are employed to excruciate everyone else. They are the sinner. However, because they have sworn their commitment to the monster, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become individual like the rest of the demonic effect. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner universe, this city is their with child hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's land

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,"molly pondered.

"It's true, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural practice of law. This is a realm of mysticism and phantasms, not science and reason. The interior of the planet is a whole other world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his digit up at the way out of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling swarm like a towering dagger of stone from a cascading whirlpool. 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 clouds beside the pit, but there was not a wreck, an plosion, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hollow in realism itself like a piping. In the city, the skeletal followers of Tenebrous looked up at the spate in panic, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take the urban center ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to consume away the power from the sinner once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not become the schoolmaster of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a winged stallion appeared, covered in gold armor.

"Now we shall bestow down the walls of this urban center and continue our beleaguering on Hell ! Let these sinner know that their malefic ambitiousness and wretched souls stand no chance against the power of light ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these grievous hard drink back in their station ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a bellowing of confidence and loyalty, the crusader answered the call and began their charge. Half of the winged stallions took to the air while the other half galloped down the incline of the mountain with their monumental Galium aparine in paw and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the face of the heap and gasped as the Crusaders flew and galloped towards the City of Wrath. Leaving their overrefinement dupe behind, the Sinners gathered at the edge of the city in the tens of millions and prepared their defence mechanism. As wave after moving ridge of glistening paladin surged down preceding him, genus Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a grin on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so bemused and focused ever since you gained the Throne of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm glad, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the baron to slay malign once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never throw dared of going up against the Hell Princes and trying to earnings a war like this, but now I finally have the strong point and ability to get my dreams come unfeigned. And with you by my English, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her brand with her free hand."Let's go."

As the inundation of warriors approached, pointer and bullets were launched from the city by the millions as the evildoer fought with weapons from all across metre. missile rained down upon Baltoh's armies, but could do no harm to the knight or their rider, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny blast. Sprinting down the steep slew, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each dance step but felt no fatigue or exit of strength. Their hefty muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the native sulphur like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their straits like blocks of Styrofoam, the social reformer shouted out their resoluteness to slay their tormenter, with their armour going from shining to glowing as their confidence and inscription grew in strength. By the time they were halfway down the mountain, each crusader was glowing like the moonshine, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one great collapse, the ground troops slammed into the stock of sinner like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusader used the size of their arched vane to achieve out and stab and cleave the evildoer as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their pearl like sprig. absolutely or fatally wounded sinner turned to ash as the in conclusion ghost of their universe withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the horde of sinner like a cooler and labour deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horse cavalry flew through the air, maneuvering between each Demon as the Crusader would pass out and slash them with their weapon system. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by ray of lightness, pellet from the annex of the horses like the feather arrow spell. The luminosity vim burned their flesh like acid, causing them to plump down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the metropolis streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any evildoer that approached without even acknowledging their being. As he remembered, the edifice of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of joint from undead Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, but they served a purpose other than building material. The bulwark, floors, and roof also served as prisons for damned somebody with their physical structure packed inside past the point of being crushed to destruction or suffocation. Every body had been pierced dozens of times by steel rods that served as reinforcements for the buildings like the 2x4s of a house. The bodies were pressed against side sides of their wicker batting cage like nets of pianoforte wire with blood streaming from the cuts that each branch had worn into their hide. They continuously moaned in annoyance from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their plea, reading the mind of each soulfulness to identify their sins. To those he deemed destitute or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a suit of armor for them to bail bond to so that they could fall in his ranks. As raining beam of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the construction and felt sick to his stomach. The mass they were saving were locked in overrefinement devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his judgment with unspeakable memories from before his birth as the crossbreed. The sinner had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a tank shot through the air and detonated five foundation from him, unable to come any closer. He turned to the mechanical lusus naturae, made from Hellsteel and decorated with man pearl. The Sinners inside loaded another round of golf and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the fire and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the tank to twitch into the air and dematerialize, taking the passengers with it to the realm of nonexistence. A chorus of rumpus reached his ears and he turned with a small smile of amusement as a gang of evildoer came sprinting down the street with several reformist on hogback chasing them. The evildoer'bony fundament clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, ineffectual to escape the Crusaders. With potent swings, the men and women hacked away at the evildoer, shattering their underframe like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave loyal bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : carving Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her handwriting at a group of Demons, she released a hefty jet of sand that seemed to form out of the air itself. The blow was just as large as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the fiend with each grain striking with the power of a high-caliber hummer. The demon howled in pain as their organic structure were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending hazy blood and sleety physical body streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening roar that shook the burning sky. A great colossus lowered itself from the cloud with a body that looked like a mix between a vulture and a flying lizard, with jagged feathers, a long neck, a fanged bill, and ophidian eye. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a Dark Pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to deal out the whole city. Before it could unblock the clap, Baltoh snapped his fingers and strand of light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the heavyweight, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its schnozzle disappeared. He snapped his fingers once more and the range constricted until they ripped the brute apart.

Within instant, a growing cheer echoed across the city as the last dying screams were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of Envy was in their hatful and hearing range. Shrieks, as high-pitched as whistles and as low as dying creature'could be heard, sending shivers crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was resistant to the psychological affect, due both his experience in snake pit and his powers. Standing on the shore of the inky black ocean, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the atomizer. They were chained to the ocean level, staring aimlessly with glassy oculus and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop-off, forced to persist Wave after frosty wave slamming into them and the hellish chick and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their consistence, with every wounding instantly regenerating so that they could continue to find pain sensation. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their retch light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"Damn it, I hated this shoes the most when I came here,"Rosmarinus officinalis cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the billet where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of Wrath, ran the Burning grass and the city of anger, Leviathan, Prince of Envy, is in control of this sea. Here, the oily water poisonous substance their bodies like battery back breaker to symbolize how envy poisons the thinker and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their feelings of deficiency crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the devil and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without pause. Now the only matter they envy are those that no thirster exist. This plaza is slippery, as it has the greatest number of Titans and it is difficult to tell who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the spirits in the immediate sphere to figure out which one were guilty, and which one were innocent. Those that were driven to commit crimes and caused hurt because of their invidia were left to stew, while those who were only the victim of human nature had their chains broken so that they could develop to the surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another USA of fly suits of armor on flying horse to inscribe the freed individual and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting H2O, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the H2O with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of darkness just below the surface. Any causa that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed captive, granting them their king. The light Department of Energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged minds and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and devil swam deep below the surface to escape the slaughter, thinking they would be safe. The malefic beast were filled with terror as the reformist and their horses dove below the surface, galloping on the pee as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible swiftness, they followed the wolf cryptic and deeper into the H2O, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometre from the beach, the sea level dropped into a step continental slope, that seemed to dig into the darkest depths of blaze. As the Crusaders chased down the pitiable creatures, their weapons and the annexe of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

deep in the phantasma, a great eye opened.



From the shifting moving ridge of the sea, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its oral cavity was open and to the full of notched tooth, its rear was covered in stiletto heel, and it was turgid enough to snap up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the pee, swallowing respective hundred Crusaders in the operation. Cricking his cervix from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to take in forth and let go of the energy without even using his consistency or a source. The shaft of light of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and bust out of the back of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The dead beast sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splash tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of pincer reached out and tried to snatch up the flying Crusaders. They managed to avoid the monumental claws as the giant rose to the airfoil. It was a gargantuan lobster with four readiness of pincers and a tail like that of a Scorpio the Scorpion. A Dark pulse began to charge at the end of its Stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning record of energy appeared above his pass and injection towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's size. The disk 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 body apart.

Shaking the stallion ocean, a vast legion of behemoth began to appear from the disconsolate depths of the sea, each resembling a creature from Earth. There were sharks that just had orbitual Hell of tooth instead of heads and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with sword of bone, crabs that had raft blanketed with rook on their plate, sword Pisces with serrate barbs that could fire Dark Pulses from the tip of the steel, and millions of diabolic marauder that were individual cells of a single Titan.

As the horde formed, one final entity rose up from the depths. The creature was as large as the Tempter with slimy green pelt, an apish physical structure, webbed finger's breadth with sharp pincer, outstretched wings that looked like the skin of toad, and a head that looked like an octopus with almost a C foresighted 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 undetermined and a grinning on her face."Actually victor, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my strength against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the like smile."I like this idea. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The nether region Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an explosion rocked against his headspring and drew his aid back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE fanny OF MY ocean FOR ALL OF infinity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and blastoff towards them.

The Valkyries and archangel split up to put off the onrush and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : feathering Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : deity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of office buildings.

"Angel Art : lance of fate !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing torrent of blades of fortunate light with each shaft deflection in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her decoration.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"rosemary cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the lazuline beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of albumen flame !"mollie yelled, raising her arms above her question and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly flames and surged towards Leviathan with sufficiency heat to burn rhombus.

Combined with the plan of attack of the former Archangels, the vast shower of proficiency slammed into Leviathan like a dozen sidesplitter slug, knocking him back and drawing Forth River a howling of pain, but causing no visible hurt to his soundbox. Stepping out of the cloud of fume, he only roared in Erinyes and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of toad frog glossa. As they shot forward, fanged mouthpiece opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as easy 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.

"ejaculate on boy, there is no way we'll beatnik him from a distance. We're going to have to get up close and fork over some tangible damage,"Rosmarinus officinalis said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to deliver our rear ! He'll never let us live it down !"genus Selene laughed as she spread her wings and flew towards Leviathan with her vane in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to show you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only someone in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : Animal Kingdom beleaguering !"Baltoh called as he clapped his deal together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous thing began to exact place. matter was forming from pure Energy Department and rearranging itself into specific compounds and molecule. These speck bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in turn joined together to create cells. Jehovah could reach Archangels, Tenebrous could create Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagle, mortarboard, and falcons, all bombastic than Titan and each with majuscule fierceness and strength, swooped down to get their battle. Every feather on their consistence was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no care, the hoot of prey obeyed the will of their Maker and attacked the Titan, snatching them right out of the weewee with their foresightful talons. The Z Demons desperately attacked the birds with Dark pulse and other magic spell, but their techniques had no affect on the doll whatsoever, as their plume were acting as energy sender that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the get-up-and-go they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claw tearing through flesh and bone with ease, the birds threw their quarry into the air and finished the Divine Titans off with their annex, cutting through the Demons'physical structure with their plumage harder and tart than katanas. line and butchered dead body voice rained down as the Titan were chopped to musical composition, completely helpless against the master creatures.

With his work force still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the turn, creating more animate being in which to down the behemoth with. Sea serpents, miles long with body so large that they approached Leviathan's sizing, rose up from the depths with boom out hollering. Each ophidian had vitrified bootleg soundbox, decorated with pattern of glowing yellow lines. The backs of their mind were guarded with lustrelessness of bone spikes their eyes glowed with ability. With furious thunder, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With mighty chomps, they crushed the eubstance of the demon like peanut eggshell and swallowed them whole, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing peril, dozens of the colossus all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark heart rate at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his creations would die with him. The attack washed over Baltoh like a flood tide but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the bang shrank and split into their death flitter beads of dark, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his digit interlocked."celestial Art : Lord Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minute prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titans like the tentacles of the calamary that filled their social station. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering tree, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on solid ground. Trapped in the wood like animals caught in tempered concrete, the heavyweight snarled and roared as they tried to break free of their wooden prison house, but even with all the strength in their bodies, the Mrs. Henry Wood held strong and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the trees infused with vast amounts of light zip to undermine the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their grip, but they were also draining them of their superpower. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean story was colonized.

With town-sized dame attacking from above, sea serpents almost as turgid as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing tree bursting from the solid ground like spikes from a booby trap, the Titans had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, and the respite of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their fire swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop up them up into sushi with a lightning-fast fuss of slice. Butchered pieces of flesh were sent flying as the cloaca line-sized tentacles were torn to smidgin by their swords. They all had confident smiles on their faces, unable to conceive that they were actually battling a underworld Prince, and daring they say even winning.

With a call of finding, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a active battery of biff and rush to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball game bat to a line of sausages. Even without using any form of speed-enhancing while, she was moving faster than the human eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, Molly was launching blades of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree being hit with the shockwave of an nuclear explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her whole. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into upstanding ice. With a smile, molly released a raw burst of great power from every inch of her body, causing the immobilize tentacle to shatter into pieces. Having been rescued, mollie looked down at Rosemary, who had a lens of ice vigor hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, Molly blew a buss to her lesbian concubine and rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and middle finger in front of her face.

Their flirting was cut shortstop as another cloud of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her script at the gnashing tooth, rosemary cast her magical spell."supernal Art : atomic Flash !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heating and lethal amount of money of radiotherapy. 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 nuclear burst of vitality. Materializing her cleaver, Rosemary threw the weapon with all of her strong suit, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several loud howl echoed from behind her as a radical of tentacles tried a surprisal attack. Clapping her hands together, Rosmarinus officinalis cast her next spell."ethereal Art : Bladed Comet !"

With firing streaming from the edge and forming a hypnotic tail, her spinning cleaver returned and crack past her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a bingle flaming strike.

"rosemary, come on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosmarinus officinalis caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's huge swinging arm. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their end and was done playing. Raising his octopus headland, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the webbed mat of sever tentacles."Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he roared, casting the same spell that Old Nick had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, Rosemary, and the Angelica Archangelica desperately tried to fly the coop from the blast but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of snake pit, the flushed ray of vim was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the Archangels caught within the light beam were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their eubstance was converted to pure Energy Department. The beam shot off across netherworld, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"hoot it, how the Hell can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his pes, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : timberland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, Tree that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a perpendicular pack around him with massive branch grabbing his limb, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal ring then formed from the vertical mob, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the binding grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse irruption.

"This isn't a real prison, consider it more as a provenance for my side by side creation. Celestial Art : Forest flush !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hands together.

As the arena of ruby energy charged between his jaws, a leafy branch flare-up from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the offshoot, the Hell Prince screamed in pain sensation as Thomas More offshoot began to collapse out of his flesh, forming monumental trees in a affair of seconds. Throughout his consistency, unstoppable branch were shredding his muscles, crushing his mineral vein, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the unadulterated places to spread out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to avoid his approaching decease, Leviathan cast a nameless healing enchantment and reached out with a novel torrent of biting tentacles, but before they could even come near Baltoh, they stopped drained and were blanketed with flowers.

The forest continued to farm and thrive, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his Energy Department. By the prison term the turn was complete, his offstage had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his castanets were serving as the grip for myriad monumental Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, almost every sinew and organ had been torn to firearm and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained intact. The Prince of Envy had been killed, and in his death he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his devotee and friends."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah shucks it, there is no way that he is going to let us live this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of billion of new reformist while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the early side and reached the succeeding arena of Scheol ; a desert of black-market sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the grand desert.

Selene's eyes widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these coal-black sand dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my intact life here slaying Demons upon their birth. This bare landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the world of the hell Prince Devil, the first daemon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Eden when he staged a coup against Jehovah. Here, the somebody guilty of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the monster, serving as a work force out for edifice monuments and also as concubine. This desert serves a very unequaled purpose beyond just being a circuit in underworld for which to punish the damned, as it also serves as the birthplace and glasshouse for Hell's fiend. This is where they all come into existence, born from the duskiness of human souls that can no longer endure the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the Lapplander job as with the others ?"Molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."rid the innocent and massacre the monster, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A ceaseless army of towboat and monuments stood among the Shirley Temple Black dunes like tombstones in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ashes of decay skeletons compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a woods that endured the strike of a nuclear turkey. In the background, a huge lake of swirling flaming stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every minute, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the anger and spitefulness humans on Earth.

Underneath the electrocution sky, huge city block of this stone were quarried from flock and under the backbone by the hard worker of Hell ; men, women, and youngster, all with rags for clothes, emaciated bodies, and iron masks that were clamped around their straits. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slaves moved the van-sized blocks of Harlan Stone to the monument being built, all while their Demon masters barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flame whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from exhaustion, the ogre or Gargoyles would gang up on them like piranha on a fresh carcass. Men and boys would be eaten alert, too tired to yell as the frame was pealed from their castanets. fair sex and girls were raped to death and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few minutes, the butcher remains of the slave would reclaim and the damned soul would come back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the zillion upon meg of meaningless statues, pyramids, and tabernacle standing in the sands, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the dawn of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed respective hundred sea mile of desert and fought through the creatures of hell on earth, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final examination stretchability of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon seance in a onyx can on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to take out faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The Demon's hollo jumped in volume as the sled came to a sudden stop and did not move, no matter how backbreaking she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew sick as she laid middle on Selene, blocking the way. With a hollering, the Demon cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even snap back, the daimon's arm and caput were sliced off by surprise blast by Molly, who delivered the lethal blow with a hefty golf stroke of her arch steel. The monster only had enough clock time to give a unmarried dying screeching before the top of her skull was sliced off.

audience the call of their sister, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their heads in wakefulness and cursed as the social reformer came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their party whip in one hand and arm in the other, the Demons leapt into action at law with a tidal Wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, Angelica Archangelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the Demons by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more causa of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of curse. So tranquil that he might as well have been taking a saunter through the percentage, he annihilated every daimon that came close without the slightest campaign or thought.

Above his fountainhead, Selene and the others were decimating the military unit of darkness with while after patch, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force was continuously getting reinforcements in the grade of new devil and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would fawn out of the Lake of fire, hungry for massacre, and the newborn Demons would claw their way up from hole-and-corner, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an time of day had passed since the engagement began when the signaling roar were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the blaze Prince of pridefulness wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the phone of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became quiet, save for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more roars radiating from the background, midst with major power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of torment. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can care it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of brat as she remembered the power of the Master of Torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of agony are not as rarefied and few in identification number as I thought. There are at to the lowest degree a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own Titan steed. He must consume created them himself or used his major power to forcefully James Bond the nub of ogre to form them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the metal plates on the book binding of his digit and deal catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to suppress her fearfulness. Baltoh inclined his question as he tried to read their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their force into a I explosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

genus Selene's panting was ponderous as she struggled to grok such a colossal amount of energy, but her brain was just unable to sound the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to strike back to the border of the desert ; you'll be out of damage's way but you should be able to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his interpreter. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his helping hand with her helmet open and a look of not bad worry and concern on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even somebody like you to hold such and attack ? Can you win this struggle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming crash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her Kuki and kissed her, brushing her veneration aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have Thomas More trust in me than anyone else in macrocosm. What does your faith William Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"commodity. Now don't worry about me, just kick back and watch the display. I think its time I finally got some practice session,"he said, placing one hold up candy kiss on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the ogre lineage off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take attention of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let unleash !"

mollie gained a wide smile of fervor, tidal bore to see what power Baltoh would loose.

"Everyone go back to the sea ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to fight down !"rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to quell and see the clash, Baltoh's order of magnitude were obeyed and a full retreat was set in gesture, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the helper of spells from the Valkyries and archangel, all the reformer zipped across almost one-half of a thousand miles of desert in a second and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a massive motion picture screen door, a sheet made of complete spark appeared in the sky above the gang of millions with a real-time view of Baltoh at the field of honor. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black clouds fuss in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the aloofness that had been traveled. Covering their capitulum, everyone looked up at the screen door as the Masters of anguish arrived, riding on the spinal column of titan as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily kill a giant with a single swat of his hand and destroy a mountain with a chimneysweep of his tail.

morning star was built differently from the early Hades Princes so far encountered, as his torso had more of a reptilian-draconic build and grade to it, and instead of one headland, he had seven. The seven humanoid heads each stood at the end of a long powerful neck, with each head lacking eyes or a pry but instead having pointed spike and shark-like dentition. Six of the header each had a trump protruding from the top of their head word with a diadem looped around it like a ring, but the seventh fountainhead had four of each. Prince of Darkness's whole body had a much more churn up coming into court the other underworld Princes ’, for instead of scales or hair's-breadth, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic brawn, grotesque and darkness like a burn wound that had completely pealed away the frame and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed tail swishing from side to side with fervor and his wings keeping him aloft without a ace flapping, Beelzebub looked at Baltoh without any heart and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist homecoming. You, you have always been a spikelet in my side and the check in the growth of my ground forces. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you jump out to land before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally ready to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not know about Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their place and ended their poor lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven capitulum 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 demon and the captain of torment ! In the rank of underworld, only the almighty God Almighty Tenebrous has greater tycoon than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create to a greater extent Hell Princes with a gingersnap of his fingerbreadth ! You're in our world traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so confident and sure enough of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the captain of anguish and giant around and behind Lucifer. This only drew another jape from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of nirvana, I learned to be conservative and became wiser. I won't make the Saame obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in opposite directions, each spitting out a repulsion Obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The seventh head looked directly up and opened its jaws, and six triangular sticker reached out of the back of its pharynx and opened up like a blossoming flower with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF nether region, LEND ME YOUR metier !"he bellowed as the six Horror obelisk all caused the power of Lucifer and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the captain of Torture began channeling their push straight towards the celestial sphere of darkness above his seventh head, while channeling the major power of their giant mounts through their own trunk. With the powerfulness of a century Edgar Lee Masters of torture and Titans pumping through his vena, all with their durability multiplied by the repulsion obelisk, Lucifer's energy levels more than doubled preceding what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial avatar gained a look of surprise as he felt the Scheol Prince's power horizontal surface skyrocket without any sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well acquire the Throne of Hell through such a herculean combination.

At the beach of the Sea of enviousness, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their foundation as Lucifer's power levels weighed down upon them like an full sea. Finally, a keen eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed star for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprised, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to assail or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to let been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, Lucifer opened the jaws of one of his headway and launched an Apocalypse Eruption, several clock time more powerful than Beelzebub and Leviathan's. This time, the lifelike force field that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to keep back the fire at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his hand, hovering in that same spot with the ray being deflected and washing over him like a void behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Satan strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the index truly worlds apart from Prince of Darkness and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so much power with just one of his heads was a bad portent, as Baltoh originally figured that he would necessitate all seven straits together to mould and manipulate the energy.

The bam ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as match's throat met his eyeshot, the blaze Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the good time. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly condom aloofness but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's brain reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battlefield and flicked the air with his digit, releasing a contract shockwave that was as powerful as a meteor impact. Lucifer was thrown back with rippling traveling through his physical structure but didn't seem to be suffering from a unmarried popped venous blood vessel or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his forefront and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the solely thing that has been enhanced…'

"daemon Art : Mutilation variation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his drumhead, Lucifer shot out his spit like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber heater. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in sword of bone. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of vertical energy, slicing the appendage in half down the centre. Undeterred by the harm, the two halves of the spit went in opposite directions and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal brand, slicing off the rent portions of the tongue. Lucifer showed no augury of feeling any painfulness, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to grab him and reappeared to the slope, launching another blade and severing the tongue. To the sound of friction match's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his paw."Celestial Art : Star Birth."

A little sector of red Christ Within shot from the tip of his finger's breadth, flying over to Phosphorus and entering his irritating mind. In a deafening roar and a blinding flash, the school principal was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his head, but within secondment, the singed figure could be seen quivering and regenerated as the caput was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : Woodland prison house,"Baltoh cast, clasping his deal together.

On a scale never before seen in the chronicle of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the dry land beside Devil and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a mob around the hellhole Prince while branches grew out from the inside and grabbed his limb, wing, and forefront. The Tree was so expectant that it had more than three times the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a boom, Lucifer opened up his next chief and vomited up a waterfall of black gunk, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his simpleness, instantly causing the wood to bend grey with Death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in infliction and friction match opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"ogre Art : quenching Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a motorcar gun.

These totems were dissimilar from the Horror Obelisks and nether region Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty feet in peak, surrounded on all four face by man skeletal system frozen in a looking of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a Brobdingnagian mushroom cloud of ardour, dwarfing the most powerful atomic detonation with their blend mogul. 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 enviousness, everyone was watching the scene with tone of awe and fright, waiting for their deliverer to uncover himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and speak stay as every atom within its circumference sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to act. All the expanding gasses and junk in the explosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the priming coat like a sandstorm with the sudden loss of the malarky, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transformation, summoning, venomous back breaker, and zip flak. If my theory is correct, the last two heads each have their own unparalleled power.'

"ogre Art : Phantasm nightmare !"Beelzebub bellowed with his twenty percent head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Phosphorus slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of vitality from the captain of Torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from horizon, but from all other horse sense. He couldn't hear him, smell him, palpate his energy, or otherwise find any ghost of his push throughout hell on earth, Cinereo, or promised land. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a exponent to block my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in horror, believing the struggle to be over, but the Valkyries and Archangels all had surefooted smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a poor attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal pest !"Baltoh called out from inner Lucifer's mouth.

A minute of arc after the announcement of the magic spell, Devil released Baltoh and howled in pain in the neck. Everyone watching the screen of light back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained smiles of relief and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his fifth point wildly as his teeth and form slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a common moss-like stuff. It was a flesh-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly hard appetite for daemon form and Demon energy. With all the major power in morning star's body, he was the ultimate fete for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a long dagger-like blade of red and blackamoor steel and used it so sever the infected head before the virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the blade closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A steel that seals purport with which it cuts, a very handy power when fighting Demons and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will receive no More affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of thwarting, Prince of Darkness cast a spell of healing to animate his heads and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a mob and each looking in the center, a sector of red and black energy began to form, rumbling with unbalance. The maestro of straining and behemoth were struggling to emit as they pumped every drop of energy they had into Lucifer while he charged the sphere. After only a few moment, it was in a whole other conference from the Apocalypse irruption, neat enough to possibly rip a yap between dimensions or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your lame endeavor to harm me. It is time 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 sin Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. leave me to show you the true power of a god. celestial Art : galactic assessment. supernal Art : Universal Sculptor,"he said with a deep haunting vocalization as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of gross black matter materialized, as vauntingly as a batch and more ominous than the spotter of an approaching army. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or sea captain of Torture, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Phosphorus was filled with unequaled awe and veneration. It was a black hole ; a literal orb of thing so dense and enceinte that the mote compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human being sympathy. It was a beacon, the end of all reason and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The solely reason why it wasn't causing the discharge and total destruction of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the universal statue maker spell to shape the legal philosophy of purgative themselves, allowing him to change or inactivate them however he wanted.

"I would entertain on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the mordant jam's gravitational twist to pour forth out in a small controlled release.

In a yowl so trashy that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every food grain of Baroness Dudevant within the black desert and every pearl of the liquid flame in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum uniqueness. Every grain of sand from every single human spirit that crumbled away within the dune from all across time was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in disappointment as a swarm of surging nigrify Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, daystar reabsorbed the top executive of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the strength to cast cuticle strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty bit in which nobody moved, the last grain of sand and driblet of liquid state flaming were absorbed, revealing the landscape painting below. There were massive temples and altars, adorned with tan statues of Angels and archangel. Radiating from the temple like wavelet in a pond, townsfolk of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forums, theaters, and words of house from mansions to huts. It was an total web of cities.

"Damn it, I can't motility,"Lucifer cursed, barely able to mouth. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every victor of Torture and colossus was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my close. Now, get wind the true difference between our metier and let regret be the net emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a cryptical classical vox as he clapped his paw together.

Up above the desert devoid of guts, the bleak fix shattered into tens of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitative consequence and nature, Baltoh spread out the marble across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a whole star. With the laws of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto lucifer and his minions. Falling like perdurable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy wits rained down without mercy, piercing the Hell Prince and each daimon uncountable prison term, each experiencing an performance like 20 oodles of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Lucifer, the passe-partout of Torture, and the Titans didn't even have time to scream as their bodies were pierced 10 of zillion of meter, each filled with more fix than a dish sponge. From the speed and power of the falling marbles, aerosolized Demon ancestry filled the air and material body, muscle, and osseous tissue were shredded as if in a liquidizer. Upon liaison with the primer coat, a huge dust cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the grease, bedrock, and endless bed of stone, using only their weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a single tincture of Baltoh's enemy could be found. In place of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into snake pit, deepening every 2nd as the blanket of black golf hole marble basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous clapping upon the yield of his following, all cheering and clapping from his fabled licking of the Hell Prince and a low army of Titan-level daimon. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down wish 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 desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"Molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a foresightful, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this post ?"Selene asked, looking around at the electronic network of Rome-like cities scattered across the urban center. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These city are leftover from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the legal power and ascendency of Jehovah and nirvana. The holy person and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the evildoer that were cast into this kingdom for their crimes. Originally, there were hundreds of these cities scattered across Hell, like the forts that dotted the Roman border walls that served as small Ithiel Town for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the commode of hellhole and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"Well superior, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at to the lowest degree you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's grin before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his mightiness to increase the mogul of his representative so that everyone would discover him. The armored followers all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me domesticise Hell in the figure of light and justice. However, you can not succeed me past this point, as my following destination is the sand dune of tree sloth. You are all to return to the Sea of Envy, the City of Wrath, the burning at the stake pasture and the balance of the Ash Fields, and continue freeing innocent mortal. I know the next circle very well, and believe 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 traffic circle of perdition, the arena we've actually covered and the figure of ingenuous person is miniscule compared to the totality of this planet. There is still a lot of work to be done in the surface area we've crossed. If you truly wish to wait on me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the fast meliorist obeyed Baltoh's monastic order and turned around, going back to do a second sweep oar of the intersect dry land. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned urban center, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the drop off culture. Selene, Molly, Rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the only ones with him, the relaxation of the archangel having left with the reformer to serve contend any Titans of Masters of twisting that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to project out his rightful reasoning for sending away the deserted United States Army. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, several times older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying more attention to your milieu. After all, obstinate to what you've been told in heaven, you are in the sometime habitation of your forerunner. Humanity is far previous than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the 1 who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the following desert and keep going through infernal region ?"molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those Torah that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them controls social movement through Hell ; you can only move from one lot by crossing through the others between you and your name and address. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimensions with angel powers go, you can only jump back and forth between unlike areas of the set that you left from. It's why we had to actually insert Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the Dunes of slothfulness have even more rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping foresighted aloofness, and no super-speed. The only if way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those prescript ; 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 total traffic circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his feet hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't rent the Crusader with us. If we are traveling on substructure, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a mark placed on the side of the edifice, taking a moment to decipher the strange dialect of Enochian.

"The dune of acedia have another name, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of guts that can hide and unwrap anything at any time. It also causes hallucination. If we took our U. S. Army in there, we would be prosperous to derive out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the lost is of a very unique compartmentalization of levels of underworld, in that the pit Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the doomed, significance that entering the region basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his idea moves far to slowly to form thoughts, but his vigor and tyrannous existence are still rich and powerful. The monster and Gargoyle population in the desert is impossible to measure, as they can be swallowed by the backbone and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be picayune to no hazard of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The walls were decorated with fallal and artifact, ranging from bronze goblet, daggers, and flint-lock pistols, to ringing, flasks and watch, all ranging across time on Earth and each tens of thousands of Hades years old. They were resting in shelf hand-carved into the gemstone. Hanging from the cap like stalactites were strip of clothing, chainmail, and even armour. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from tree from the isle of the Damned. The cave entranceway looked out over the Desert of the lost from a towering mountain spire in the very outskirts of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in astonishment."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew wear upon of battle, I would get along here to sleep. I picked this cave because the dune of acedia are the last place anyone would make bold spirit for me. Even passkey of Torture and titan are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close plenty to the Desert of Pride so that I can find out it and exit 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 landing strip of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old pocket watch from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so slight ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful woman. The glass face of the picket was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and numbers were unseeable and the movie was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even image out the woman's hair's-breadth colouration. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal holding. Or to be to a greater extent precise, they are the belongings of the people that I am made of. When people come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their Death. knight, soldiers, cops, executioner, fathers, sons, brothers… Their coalesce spirits and will created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every street corner of hell for their holding, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuit has prevented my nonstop monster massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the mound, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flow of sentence in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the homo world and notice this property still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branches of the mound, remembering the time and skill it took to make and flashing back to each individual part.

genus Selene had a warm smile on her face, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"seminal fluid on babe, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With range linking them together, the mathematical group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chances, he refused to risk losing anyone to the grit. The going was far dumb than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy sand dune is difficult, but unlike the sand dune back on Earth, the towering hills of sand did not persist still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the sand dune rose and fell like waves on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a straight agate line and staying balanced was unacceptable. Everyone gave the mental monastic order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their system of weights and making the operose trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raffaello Santi became fed up with the out of the question march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in shock absorber, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a taste of sand.

"What the Hell happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his whole body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the footing becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending rules that not even I may soften. I can't even drop a patch because it will immediately melt and reappear in the blank around the major planet. If I were to try and move out the desert with a black hole like I did before, it would come along in distance above the islet of the Damned and most likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a celestial sphere of water in his bridge player, only for it to disappear in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"mollie asked.

"We must hang on. Be patient role and don't let your resolve to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any worry. Don't worry, I may not be capable to upchuck any spells, but I am more than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, time bends in manner that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a guts sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wafture from a Brobdingnagian payload ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean floor, the receding dune had lowered the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin degree and exposed what was underneath it. There was a radical of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of miserable excruciation 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 ?"Rosemary asked.

"Damned somebody, just like all the other people in Hades. The Desert of the Lost serve as the prison for four kind of sinners ; suicide victims that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their bother, lazy worthless parasites that helped no one, Coward that allowed crimes and tragedies occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their lifetime to one thing and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is unsubdivided : they denied themselves the reality and select to live in duskiness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their hurting from life in an eternal cycle while their mind are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning baron of Belphegor.

felo-de-se victims and the great unwashed who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their minds are played their life history over and over again beneath the sands, sloth and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were animated or stood by and allowed tragedies to take place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in spirit and turned away from the populace lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived life history, all the while, Belphegor floods their judgement and psyche with miserableness, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a atrocious fate, one that truly bunco my fondness when I think about it. But we will not be capable to help any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and remove him from power, so we must extend onward.

Everyone be careful, as your psyche may very well get your unfit enemies 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 time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easier. more time was spent waiting for a sand dune to fall out beneath their feet than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's great power seeping into their minds, causing each of them to experience nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the backrest, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with shame, ire, and green-eyed monster. Baltoh had always been his sworn opposition, even when they fought together against the daemon. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to Inferno, but now it was returning. He always believed he would go past Baltoh and be the one to vote down him, but the cocksucker was always stronger than him, wiping the flooring with the Angelica Archangelica in every conflict, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The lone affair greater than his hatred was his pity, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor rise so eminent. As his nidus on Baltoh grew and grew, his heap began to blur and his hearing became muffled.

Next in note was Raphael, he too experiencing mental 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 center. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both sluttish and darkness as well as the power of the existence proved that there was a level of ecclesiastic exponent 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 one-time Ash line of business, formerly inhabited by his harbinger when Hell was different. He had always been told that Jehovah created Heaven, Hell, and Earth and brought forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equalise king to God Almighty, came later and managed to steal Hell from the angel themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he produce spirits like Jehovah and Tenebrous could create Angelica Archangelica and fiend, but he could produce actual life, giving entities two sprightliness fourth dimension in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their trust in Jehovah because they new the accuracy that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, George Sand began to cling to his skin and apparel, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in stone with face of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground letting down, everyone was basically dropped onto the jolty jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the needlelike protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause harm. As another sand dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his mind, he began to ponder the hypothesis that he would not hold out this journey through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the inferno Princes like flies, he had seen armies of social reformer rise up and free the barren psyche of Hell, and he had seen the out of the question become vulgar. But now a bare desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the material body, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the wolf, trying to present the god of darkness while literally walking through his bully advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is snap his fingers and create an army of underworld Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fight in an ineluctable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should have come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the affright and completely incognizant of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line was Molly, who felt so sick that she almost expected to flip up. While she walked, her mind had begun to cheat on, and against her will, it strayed into a geographical zone that she had forbidden herself to search into. Memories of her torture and death at the men of the Demons back in New House of York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on white fabric. She had shed her someone body and had one that held no cicatrix of her torment, she had come to terminus with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel body, and she had even been familiar and found love, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is legal injury with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all look so fresh and recent. Maybe something really is ill-timed with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the first thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm zero but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing nix about it ! I'm miserable !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her mind began replaying her badgering in vivid detail over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red eye glowing, the pudding stone of sinner roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and snaffle them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tide. No one paid any aid to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walking in front of molly was rosemary, struggling to move through the dunes while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her core felt like a cold stone in her pectus, yet dubiety and despair was pumping through her vein. Not too long ago, she had been informal with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic chemical bond of love life, she gave into her thick, dark, scandalous desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a dire crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would have allowed a chemical group of unknown to gang bang her on his flimsy impulse. Then, after that bail bond was made, he reduced her to one of his paramour, using her as just an ingredient in an debauch, where she threw herself and obeyed the women she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his intimate playthings, and she would forever be too eager and willing to change it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each tone she took, these worm lies were repeated in her nous. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and rue, and just like molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, genus Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how arduous she tried to shake off it off, she could not rid herself of her veneration, veneration of the future. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more detached. What would their kinship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly finis ? Were their feelings for each former, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old homo animation ? Had the receptivity she felt for orgies and letting him fuck other cleaning lady been her subconscious mind trying to severalise her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their love was nothing Sir Thomas More than sex wrapped in a thin veil of false emotions ? Even if their dear was substantial, was it potential to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to think that God loved humans and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and auditory sense that God couldn't attention less and didn't botheration to get involved, she couldn't help but enquire if that was the same fate she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an God Almighty deity. What hope did she cause of being able to keep the interest of someone who could shape the universe itself ? How could she celebrate the care of someone who could create life and change reality ? With such a immense difference between them, was there even a probability of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenage young lady trying to maintain a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these questions over and over, her body was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the candidate of the end of their relationship that her solid organic structure was trembling and she could not keep tears from running down her face. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to allude him, as if to cipher out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my life story. You're the exclusively man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me glad than I ever dreamed. My intact world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make up me felicitous again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able-bodied to stop myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden stop. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our king may not possess been peer, you were my match 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 admirer, because your loyalty was so much like mine that we could have been like pal. I have always regretted that he had to be foeman instead of allies.

Raffaello Sanzio, even if your religion is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't throw up because what you learn about the world, forge your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is fictitious, your mission, your duty, and your identity are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost religious belief in ourselves. That is where true strength comes from ; resolve and confidence.

molly, you are far stronger than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an holy person to find from cicatrice in life-time as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a smell that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought ease in the course of involvement, as that only means you were too strong to let your death slow you down and ruin your future. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be happy for the bail 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 crucial to me, and I will always save you in my heart and make love you. I love you, rosemary. I know you've always wanted to listen me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a strong grinning."Even with my godly powers, there is no way for me to properly express how a good deal I love you and how I always will. I could adopt every star in the universe and write a verse form in the sky, describing my veneration to you, but I would still debate it a loser to show you depth of my love. I could create a planet with spirit, solely for the design of allowing a coinage to evolve until it is able to take a leak a auditory sensation so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphony to try and let you know how well-chosen you make me, but it would never be dear enough. Selene, I love you with all my heart, the spunk that I have only because of you."

The power of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poisonous substance of the Desert of the doomed. The three Angelica Archangelica all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulder so great that they couldn't remember the last time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their original sharpness and the slow-forming membrane of Harlan Stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Santi crumbled into gumption. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with mollie falling to her knees, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weight of his words, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of tree sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our head the whole clip ?"She whispered in his ear with her look buried in his cap like an brute in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to order when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to pick up would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosemary below, nuzzling his mitt like an lovesome cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's Holy Scripture, everyone followed him with renewed vigor. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to shoot down Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not run out. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more than conceal risk and secrets beneath the sands. Dunes would roll aside to reveal cocooned spirits with expressions of agony, demon and Bleaks that would coat for only a second and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the sand. On their journey, they even encountered roamer of the desert.

The goddamned psyche were few and far between, but they all had similar rag for clothes that covered their trunk 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 ace. These are the souls who wasted their living in selfish and fruitless fixation, shutting themselves off from the domain. For their sin, they lose all grass, and because of it, they are often the first ones to go insane. I'm not for certain if they can even be saved at this point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into junk. Don't bother trying to put across with them, as we are naught but ghostwriter in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in rags to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, spirit ahead, I think we have problem,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a swarm of sand and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking slow movement for protection, the archangel and Valkyries returned to their armored forms, using the wooing to keep on the wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow up before, everyone now ducking in the confidential information as they tried to walk through the splashing moving ridge of guts had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his eyes and typeface from the sand, unable to do anything to discontinue it in the desert. He had to play by Tenebrous'dominion while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the dune of laziness. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping sweetheart footing was next to impossible. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own arenaceous world, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted from deeply in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to image out where the vocalization had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the current of air died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A sand dune, as large as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, instant before the sand dune fell and enveloped them.

beingness tossed through the tides like a surfboarder in a hurricane, everyone held onto the string for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could kick downstairs it, but in this tempest, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very dark presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a business leader darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first base metre since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his bosom, as the chain around his waist suddenly became slack. The chain of mountains had been broken !

"genus Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the backbone, grasping her handwriting.

She held on desperately with terror 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 zilch as he sank deeply and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into open space, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his optic widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized beetleweed, red as ancestry with everything from stars to satellite, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, Titans, and maestro of straining. Compared to this galaxy, the population in Hell was little more than a diminutive expectoration of the universe, like comparing a little bacteria civilisation to all the life sentence on Earth. Even though it was an actual galaxy, the outer space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and go to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light-colored particles look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the midpoint of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in seconds, he came to the absolute middle of the beetleweed ; a impassioned maelstrom as wide in diameter as an entire solar organisation, and hovering over the center was a melanize throne, made from human and demon bones. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the Billie Jean Moffitt King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of dark had a somewhat similar frame to all Demons, but was mostly singular. Instead of grey sinister, his pelt was a deep bloody red and he was far More muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black spikes running up his ramification and forearms. He had three sets of trump, two like a goat's that curled around his ear and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temple, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old horns, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a cape that grew out of his low-toned book binding and reached upwards past his head word with five bony ridge keeping it unbending. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm tree of a Brobdingnagian webbed hand. His eyes were pitchy with perfervid flag, he had slit-like nostril instead of a humanoid nose, and his abnormally large depleted jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight foot in superlative, practically a rodent or louse when compared to the Titans or nether region Princes, but his might was truly inexplicable to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day tenacious than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally battle mortal as muscular as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His words literally carried so much weight that anyone of archangel level or lower would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrous stood up, holding his implements of war out to his side of meat."Behold ! The US Army of hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your power, I will debark from Hell and use this beetleweed of followers to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my acquaintance ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and destruct everything I have worked to ramp up. I decided to just bring to me so that we could oppose this battle once and for all. Your friends are being taken forethought of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hired man and materialized a six-foot claymore blade of red and black metallic element, the same sort of alloy that Lucifer's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate battle begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a solidus chop to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John R. Major disappointment if you think you can fight back me with a blade of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a smart jiffy as their blade met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the lighter receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backrest to each former and thirty metrical unit of space between them. Almost the full sword of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the monster big businessman had a vast cut going through his chest, carving through the left side of meat 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 leaf blade."And you're a John Roy Major disappointment if you think I would struggle you with a sword of Hellsteel. This steel is made from the matter of a black hole and has the same density and exercising weight of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic story. For the transient consequence, it is able-bodied to absorb igniter itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, draw your real blade and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the admittedly Demon King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an legerdemain, disappearing as the actual Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and brass you ; no illusions, no law, just raw power."appearance in his manus, another claymore appeared, this one with a blade of distil red region, almost like the compacted flames of a wiz."Now let the conflict of the God truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



genus Selene's bright greens middle opened and she groaned in soreness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not distinguish any of her surroundings, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey meaning. While her unanimous body ached, she managed to lift her hand and pass over off nigh of the slime. Blinking to clear her vision, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some sort of carven with the walls, flooring, and cap made of despicable pulp. She looked down both charge of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her animal foot, glad she was wearing her gas-tight armor as she realized that her whole dead body was covered in the mucus-like guck of the fleshy cave. However, her fuzz was hanging out of the binding of her helm and it had turned to lasso from the ooze. Trying to persist on her feet, she raised her vigour horizontal surface, burning away the muck and returning her armor to its pilot shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her voice echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some equalizer through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a dim phonation murmured, making her saltation. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the rootage of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a modest earth tremor shook of the folds of the bulwark.

Cringing in disgust, genus Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the flexure, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were interfering peeling off his pelt with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt flavor on his facial expression and parentage oozing from his wounds that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of Gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to go suffer until the end of time inside the Inferno Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to draw in him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail main and tried to pull him free of the fleshy prison, but his limbs almost appeared to let fused with the paries. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh shit, I am so dingy,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't issue, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand years, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to palpate my body get peeled away by those tiny bug and the strength pulled from my soundbox by Baal. There is null that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't concern, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to belt down Tenebrous and release all the innocent souls. But I need to know, sustain you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was Andrew D. White. He went that way just a few hour ago before you landed."

"One of the Archangels. Ok, thank you,"genus Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the audio of her clinking armour, Selene had her great power levels raised to crystalise her path, knowing that there could be danger around every corner. She felt like the television camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with erstwhile gluttons, all locked within the wet folds and in different stage of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

leaping over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a swarm of the bloodsucking Gargoyles, edacious and eager.

"Celestial Art : knife Of egg white Flames !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a alluvion of fire almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a short 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 while and looked down into the pit to see the impairment she had caused. While not even ash remained from the leech, the Interior of the overweight tunnel didn't even have a single burn mark.

"No, that's not potential !"

An echoing roar and sudden closing of the paries countered her incredulity. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine shaft, the corridor ahead began to shut in on itself, threatening to catch her once it reached her position. All the people trapped in the sheep pen of the paries moaned in hurting from the sudden movement. Hoping for dissimilar results, Selene aimed her deal at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eye from the lightness, she fired a massive balance beam of electricity, hoping to waste the tunnel back open. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it unit like starving man stuffing his face. No equipment casualty had been done ; her plan of attack was a failure. Cursing the berth, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a glide. After falling a hundred human foot, she was tossed out into a new bedroom and on a bank along the slope of a pool of gastric battery-acid, as large as a pond. With the sound of move echoing from the shaft behind her, genus Selene cursed and leapt across the green bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of Zen that covered them. With whiplashing upper, they pulled Selene down into the pool and the gastric superman consumed her. Beneath the Earth's surface, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the courting airtight, but she could already palpate the disgusting liquidity burning through and melting the outer stratum and her fuzz had already been disintegrated.

draft Forth her blade into offspring, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flutter of her wings, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the other side of meat with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing spell."supernal Art : Time replenish !"

Through a small form of prison term modification, she began to mend her armour, returning it to its archetype state, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the Angels used in metre of exorcism.

A loudly scuttling sound drew her attention and she raised her oral sex with a condemnation. Crawling out of the flock of the fleshy walls were one million million of the worms and spidery parasites that Selene had seen before, all voracious and bold.

"Angel Falls Art : holy suntan !"
Shining brighter than a stage luminosity, a deluge of favorable fire surged down from the side by side corridor, forcing Selene to pass over her optic and shield herself with her wings. The holy flames filled the sleeping accommodation like a overflow, incinerating the parasites but leaving genus Selene unscathed. As the locoweed cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the castor. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"Damn, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar spirit faces, confide me, I'm gladiolus I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to incur Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be soft. Baal's torso is basically one giant network of breadbasket and the interior are almost completely resistant to damage. My magical spell and blade just slew off like oil on water."
"fountainhead if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to feel a genuine going, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, great than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing off bullet and pure molten gold instead of magma. castle and dungeons had been built into the face of the volcano with damned mortal streaming in and out, either going in to incur their punishment or coming out with gold bricks tied to their consistence with briery wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely actuate and lacerating their anatomy. For over a hundred miles, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with mountains of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the lap of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifact stretched from across time, including target such as Persian coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of one dollar bill bills. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a Chain of endocarp, leading to the mineral vein of evaporate gold beneath the land. There, the cursedly souls would sky their sheeny free weight back into the ardour and march back to the mountain to remember it in a solid state 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 Earth, there were four sort of penalisation : you either carried the gold to the infernal region where they would be melted back down and flow back to the vent while barbed telegram cut through your muscleman like a hot knife through butter, you would labor in the volcano to make the atomic number 79 bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to melt off the bones, you were thrown down into the orchestra pit where you were boiled in molten gold with your torso always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the mound of trinkets or treasured metallic element, forever feeling your osseous tissue shatter and your organs collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

Molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean sure death if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was little chance for survival against mammon, Prince of greed.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to make sure that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the goddamn soul, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the molding and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a subject of trying to witness our carriage. But I know nothing for sure enough, as I have never been to Inferno. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the identical outskirts of the dependable circle."

"Intruders !"a fiend howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hired man at the Demon and launched a good time of lightning, but the brute dodged the blast and returned with a dark heartbeat, all the while alerting every satanic entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the flak, causing it to deform and change direction midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the dry land, a skeletal manus reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The Demon looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even realize he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a swing music of her arm. As his tar-like pedigree splashed the undercoat, the roars of his Comrade could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"seed on, we have to make for the border !"mollie said as he flapped her extension.

Flying low to the basis, the two hero swerved between the passel of rubble with the force out of underworld firing shaft of light of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would cause a dynamic explosion, throwing artefact and trapped psyche into the air like specks of crap. As they glided at top speed, a emaciated mitt fusillade from the ground and grabbed mollie's ankle. The evildoer was not nearly potent enough to subdue her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize mollie and send her rolling across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past tense her.

molly looked up and her eyes widened as a building-sized stack of gold bricks was directly hit with a Dark impulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the lot to tend over and organise an avalanche of crushing metal. Normal gold could never hurt Molly in her rule form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not go intangible and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a knock-down gale force current of air, more powerful than any Earth tempest. The powerful malarkey and the vane of energy it carried repelled the bricks of amber, hurling them back at the giant in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to burst bones and a few from getting melon-sized holes blasted in their thorax. With another flapping of her offstage, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A deafening yowl pushed aside Molly's acquired assurance as a literal mountain of old self-control erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the cast of a colossal polo-neck with armored legs, cervix, and look and fortress on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing eyes, the turtleneck swiveled her shank in their counsel and began firing iniquity Pulses, tossing the champion through the air with the explosion alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its stove, then it can't scathe us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an burst and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to detain low to the ground. If we go up above the piles, that matter will dash us out of the sky,"mollie said as she picked up a imperial rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragic sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to solid ground. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a kicking out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, mollie and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like betrayer through a maze, with the turtleneck quickly losing pot of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade Shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a itinerary of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to Molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! supernal Art : Sonic sprint !"Molly swore.

"saint Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, mollie and Gabriel shot past the polo-neck. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another way of destruction in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper hurrying, the turtle took aim with her carom and hit them both with a direct shelling of nighttime Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armour like a dyad of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to unhinge it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to stay awake as she used a spell to restore her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the polo-neck like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beam of light of light caused massive amounts of destruction to the fortress on the turtle's back, each wallop equal to the crash and explosion of a propane truck. But regardless of the legal injury inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like chassis through a healing spell, insuring that the cannon were always in operation. While Gabriel distracted the creature, molly went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star nascence ! Celestial Art : Null Gravity !"

She fired the small sphere of red sparkle as the second spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature fusion reaction erupted underneath the polo-neck, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, terminate her !"

"holy person Art : Jehovah Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flipped turtle with his brand in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very shopping center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the priming with Sir Thomas More ability than a airplane clank and instantly shattered every osseous tissue and dental plate in her body. parentage and moxie sprayed in all counselling as the turtle was ripped candid like a bloated carcase, sending blades of bone through the air that were as strong and sharp as metal.

"tinker's damn, she was tough,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not yobo enough. get on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his steel.

No sooner had the flaming steel been sealed before molly and Gabriel were both brought to their genu by a dark DOE on the air, making their tree branch feel like dumbbells. The aura was partnered with a loud atrocious thunder, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, sin Prince of greed.



rosemary's eye slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to forecast out where she was. She was suspended on the paries of a medium-size dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's bedchamber. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the room. The floor had dipsomaniac carpeting and the paries were decorated with house painting and statues of raw design, many in the midsection of amour. There were no room access or window in the way and no visible source of twinkle other 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 Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her powers to recover her armor or break her binds, but she could not muster up the posture. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in nominal head of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her melanise hair's-breadth and grey hide shade, the womanhood looked exactly like Rosemary ; Lapp body, Lapplander height, like grimace, same everything. She too was completely naked, standing two substructure below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosmarinus officinalis mumbled, wincing from the telephone line that was being worn into her neck by her metal collar.

"The Circle of lecherousness,"the cleaning woman answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosemary's titty, tickling her tit to full-of-the-moon gunpoint with her breath. rosemary shivered at the suddenly glint of rousing at the teasing of her exposed body. She tried to heighten her mind, needing to regain control and chassis out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a silly nickname. I have no grammatical gender or physical structure other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet innocent body,"she said coyly before running her tongue up Rosemary's flatbed belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the center of her bureau.

rosemary's breathing became prompt and shallow as she tried to suppress the powerful rush of arousal and hot pants that swept through her. The animal touch of this unknown's tongue against her vulnerable raw body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to hire extra special attention of you, so I decided that since you are an extra especial guest, I would show that hellhole isn't only about pain and torture. You can also bask in endless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosemary's adolescent breast.

Rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a easygoing moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger's breadth into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy, swirling it between the soft sassing. rosemary could feel something unlike from this touch modality, like the charwoman's fingerbreadth carried an galvanising charge. It was as if she were working a trinket shock toy in her pussy, making it adjacent to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the world power which I use to electrocute the curse souls here. But this is a special gift for you, you'll experience joy that will mock your barbarian fancy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between rosemary's perky bosom, sucking playfully on her teat and scrubbing the peach flesh with her tongue.

rosemary's completely body was blushing red and every breath carried the sonant moan as she desperately tried to oppress her arousal and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her limbs secured to the moth-eaten Harlan Stone wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being capable to resist Asmodeus, Rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually slavish alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her thighs were moistness with the wetness from her moistening slit and she was crying in pity, having given her trunk and intellect 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 rip that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your soul will belong to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to save her smooth wooden leg pressed together, but unable to overpower her chasteness.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her peg and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her recollective serpent-like tongue, gently prodding Rosemary's snap with the quivering tendrils. Rosemary struggled not to respond to the burning delight between her stage, but minuscule cracks of violet igniter were popping around Asmodeus'clapper as she used low shocks of lecherousness Lightning to rag and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the backtalk of her devotee, Asmodeus locked her lips with the lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping puss, hungrily drinking in her juice. Stimulating her clit with her sassing and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet inside, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a maestro, making it next to out of the question to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raffaello Sanzio was outdoor Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The archangel had seen the"Prince"of Lust snatch the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the high tower of her rook, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the logic gate of her mountain-sized Joseph Black rook, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The rook was split into three column that pierced the calamitous roaring cloud and made the skyscrapers on Earth look like two-story huts. It was made from the petrified bodies of au naturel men and women and along with being formed and placed to ply social organisation for the castle, they were also arranged in complicated positions like wintry terpsichorean, reenacting scenes of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower towers where phallic shaped, and between the trine of spire, ear-splitting sally of reddish blue electrical energy would arch across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein's monster story. Lust Lightning surged through the towers in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windowpane to glow like lightness. The constant daze brought forth screeching of agony from all the citizenry used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution various sentence each minute.

Unlike the rest of perdition, the sex dispersion of the devil was equal, with both male person and female beasts coming out to fight him. The residuum were in the castle dungeons, raping the flavor that had not been used to fix the structure. Women were raped to the point where humans would die, forced to know the bother and humiliation of interminable Demons all taking twist on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the dose flimflam as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle bodies and onto their naked pulp. Often, their breasts or ass nerve were devoured or the fair sex would be forced to eat the butchered spell of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly cruel portion, being secured in branding iron Maiden-style cages that had tails piercing their limbs and body, as well as a length of barbed wire holding out their lingua. The only when parts of their consistence that weren't covered by the cage bars were their circle, where their penises had been forced to withdraw full erections by the ability of a rigidity spell. Unable to move or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female daemon used them as pleasance hard worker. However, like their male opposite number, the crotch of the female devil were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their pussies were like pith grinders, with the interior walls lined with ridge and blades as hard and sharp as Methedrine. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the flesh of a man's member like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot Sir Thomas More bloodline and mutilation, only for their wounds to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to pair like breeding horseshit, the men would roar as their John Milton Cage Jr. shocked them almost endlessly with lust Lightning.

Firing lance of destiny from his deal to slay the Demons as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the high-pitched tower, knowing that Rosemary was in extreme danger.

"Hang on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his blade and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, rosemary too was coming. Against her will and purpose, her body had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an coming. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, imbibing in the juices that sprayed from rosemary's pussy like a hose. As rosemary achieved her coming, her eyes began to pass 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 judgement,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the starting time whiz that greeted her. Was it the irritation in her cover and joints from her hunched-over position on all fours, the drip of her saliva off the galosh gag in her rima oris, or the flavor of the low temperature flooring and shackles against her wrists and ankle joint and the alloy dog collar around her neck ? Her mind was a muzzy 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 mother wit were fluctuating randomly as her semiconsciousness slowly faded.

As her middle and sinew began to regain their sharpness, she tried to push herself up but could not be active her hands or human foot away from the floor. She was shackled in place on all tetrad. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of light on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a bunch of people, forming a annulus around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to draw in forth her wings or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how hard she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at to the lowest degree try. Her efforts brought chuckle of amusement from the men and charwoman watching her, making Rosemary flush in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high cad drew her care and a woman came into perspective from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a attorney or secretary with a black annulus, a gray wooing jacket, and a span of glasses resting on her nose with her hairsbreadth in a bun. Her face showed a mix of seriousness and ennui on her expression as she flexed a riding harvest in her hands. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to speak to her, to call out Selene's name, but her gag muffled every word.

At the sound of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the crop."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my retention a complete blank ?'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered, having no estimate what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the audio of Selene's eminent heels clicking on the floor. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"Spread your legs,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a hard smack on the ass with the whip, sending the brilliant sound echoing through the way. Rosmarinus officinalis yelped as a stinging wale appeared on her left ass impudence, but the painfulness sent a euphoric Rush through her body.

"Spread your legs,"Selene repeated.

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, spreading her stifle as far as she could and putting her snatch on display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whip slide across her inner thighs and skirmish against the lips of her snatch. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad young woman, and now everyone gets to watch as you get put in her place,"genus Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but flashy skag, causing the unruffled skin on her great ass cheeks to realise a slight swell.

audition her Bible and feeling the strangers'optic boring on her exposed body filled rosemary with both plethora and arousal as her submissive side began to give away itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass with soft yet stinging tap, making her shiver in joy as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the time Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a foliage, desperate for More punishment.

Selene walked back into rosemary's aspect, making her eyes as wide as dinner party dental plate. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade cutis and her broad breasts jiggled with each move, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nil but her high heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inch in diameter and almost a fundament long. In Selene's hand were the riding crop and the handgrip of a trinity, the other end being attached to the metal collar around Rosemary's neck opening. With a cranny of the short whip, the alloy shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"ejaculate on, walk like a fiddling gripe,"Selene ordered, jerking the ternary and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, Rosmarinus officinalis followed Selene like a dog with her snatch already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her optic were fixed on Selene's round ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous swing of her pelvic arch. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bounce, genus Selene led Rosemary around the way, past the shadowy looker-on. The veil strangers laughed at rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and molestation only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would commit a rough yank on the leash.

genus Selene finally brought rosemary back to the centre of the room and pushed her case down against the base, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her substructure, holding it just above Rosemary's human face."Lick it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the blackness shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like hound, and kissing Selene's metrical unit and ankle. Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing Rosemary up onto her human knee. Wrapping her finger's breadth around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosemary, who was like a cervid caught in the headlights."Suck it, suck it like a beneficial little hussy,"she growled, holding the triad tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her backtalk and wrapped her rim around the safety phallus, bobbing her head back and Forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the tactile sensation and heat energy she missed. A firmly smack to her right titty told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her Mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosmarinus officinalis by the hair's-breadth, Selene forced the all toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to vomit. With tears streaming down her face, she held still, trying to retrieve some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and genus Selene held her haircloth. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

pull her back with the troika, genus Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was brace before forcing her to occur back and go forward sucking it. Holding her parted lips a centimeter from the head, Rosemary took her conclusion deep intimation as the layer of tongue on the toy dripped onto her breast. She didn't take the altogether thing in her lip, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying sassy bed. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her breasts with the riding crop, making the sensitive human body turn red with swoon welt.

genus Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's mouth and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the terra firma. Pulling on her leash, she forced rosemary onto her manus and stifle and crouched down behind her."Bad daughter need to be punished, are you cook to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's hair and pinched her pap brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big cock !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her whole body was shaking.

Spreading the mouth of her pussy, genus Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping pussy, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her finger's breadth into Rosemary's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to affect as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a velocity that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's f number just continued to grow, with her large firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's cunt with the strap-on.

Her backtalk held open by Selene's fingers, Rosemary looked around the room at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their ramification from their energetic arousal. The hammering of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a cold car. Just as beautiful as the belief were the dominative growling of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how truehearted Selene was moving, rosemary wished she could count back and see her bouncing bosom.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to clean off the dildo with her glossa and cheek. Rosmarinus officinalis 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 back and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto rosemary's thigh, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous acquirement, swinging her lower eubstance and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

Rosmarinus officinalis was whimpering and giving soft rallying cry of happiness as the hard rubber toy was driven into her. Her face was blushing red from the joyous feeling of her trunk being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as a good deal stimulation as potential. Rocking back and forth on the frigidness floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the mess of her bouncing chest and wishing she could find them and lick them.

Feeling the approach of her first orgasm, Rosemary licked her deal and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky look and the unrelenting pounding of genus Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt soul grab her hands. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosmarinus officinalis's second joint. As her script were pinned to the ground above her psyche, Rosmarinus officinalis opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's face and her bowling ball breasts. rosemary was desperate, longing to get hold of up and enfold her lips around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to absorb my tits ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and luxuriate her little sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosmarinus officinalis's face. The former Archangel immediately went to Ithiel Town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of diffuse shape with her wet tongue and suck on her nipple like a piss bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful poke, genus Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosemary's breasts especially hard, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic flavor of her custody being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the pleasurable compounding of the vast dildo pumping in and out of her bit and mollie's liberal tits smothering her face, Rosmarinus officinalis was sent to the breaking item.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first climax, but unlike all of the other ace, there was no jet of climactic juices spraying from between the back talk of her kitty. Instead, the juice from the climax suddenly flooded her mouthpiece and pharynx as if they had been poured between her backtalk. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected boozing, as she could not witness the source and the gain of Molly's breasts on her case made her tactile property like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her trap down and forced her to toast it all. While Rosemary was filled with veneration and struggling to get air, the force of the two adult female and the brat of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the sexual climax itself finally ended, the mysterious torrent of pussy juices stopped running down her pharynx and Rosemary was able to take a breather without problem. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her clapper across her back talk and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juice as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and mollie shifted position. With her knees on either face of Rosemary's head, molly set herself down on the onetime Archangel, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped Rosemary's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on display. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet sleeve of mollie's snatch, Rosemary shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her smooth erect end and her cunt, and they weren't the hands of Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger's breadth with her succus and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. rosemary was so hornlike that she was desperate to feel the finger penetrate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and shrill hum of delight as she felt a soft mouth going to work on her wet pussycat, the stranger working their lips on the entranceway and flexing their clapper inside, stimulating her clit with expert acquirement. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the stranger insert their finger into her bunghole, working it back and forth in the tight wet squeeze, using her pussy juice as lubricating substance. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another couple of paw squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her mamilla, and the length of the nails and unfitness of the helping hand told her it was Selene. The virtuoso was so mind-numbingly euphoric that rosemary was struggling to take a breather with Molly's delectably sonant wet pussy smothering her face.

As the alien worked their moment finger into her asshole, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the finger, a cold inclemency on the backrest of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"Master,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her spit from mollie's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's chela, he had never really used his work force very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the small metal plates on the backs of his script and fingers, and even though he had lost his hanker forked Demon tongue, his powers of pleasure went well beyond simple physical striking.

After various minutes of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under Molly's pussy and graciously sucked his digit clean with a look of adoration on her boldness as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, rosemary laid her forefront back and Molly changed her view, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's face with her business firm ass brass while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was unable to have got rosemary's wooden leg back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's legs counterpane, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to finger a tumid stack within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him move into her, stretching her pussycat with his head and shaft. The sensation was much sharp-worded than ever before, his rooster feel so huge and hot in her slender body. The muscular missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the get-go time, Baltoh forced his turncock back into her like a hammered wedge heel. Moving his unit body fast that he would kill a mortal adult female or even an Angel, he began fucking her with abstruse mightily shoves. rosemary couldn't assist but scream in happiness as he fucked her into levels of pleasure that surpassed her wildest fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his dick with the Saami speed that a humming bird used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten seconds before he gave another shriek orgasm, but this clip, she was gear up for the rising tide of her cunt juices to replete her mouth and throat. Knowing how to take a breath, she gluttonously drank her twat succus, even while she continued to lick Molly's anus. Once her sexual climax came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breath of stand-in as Baltoh pulled out of her and Molly moved off her boldness. She was allowed a minute of arc's abatement before she was forced to preserve, this time with Selene straddling her human face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth rim of Selene's pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis groaned as Baltoh entered her mother fucker. 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 sobriety and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the mystifying turning point of her anus. Without the deep lubrication, such vicious hammering would be insufferable to reach without wound. Rosemary was giving an unending shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's drive and the kinky amativeness of Selene sitting on her cheek, but Molly working her fingerbreadth in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two clock time, Rosemary was quickly brought to her third sexual climax.

Not sure how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the bell of her climax, and the sore spiritlessness in her broken body. While it only felt like a s, when she woke back up, she found herself on her manus and articulatio genus with genus Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the vast rubber toy lying mostly in her snatch. Rosemary suddenly gave a aloud shrieking as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the beginning time since she had sex with Baltoh in the Christian church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully perverted feel, it did bring tears to her middle and get her wince.

As she raised her point, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and squeeze her buttock. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony look on his facial expression as he held his stopcock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her sass to go down on it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and Forth and blowing him, genus Selene and molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into Rosemary's pussy and Molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her whoreson.

As they reached the perfective machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosmarinus officinalis's masochistic desired and grabbed her caput, forcing his entire prick into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating phallus, and even threw up a little. Tears were streaming down her font from her budge gag reflex and she was desperately trying to pass off, but she was on Cloud 9 in terms of sexual XTC, being punished and violated while looker-on watched like the viewers of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As meter went on, Rosemary slowly began to wander towards unconsciousness, and she could imprecate her senses were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and softer to the hint and she could no longer palpate Molly's knocker against her spine or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three agency by Baltoh… or transcript of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty rooster, one was beneath her, bucking his coxa and pulverizing her bruised bit, and the master copy was still skull-fucking her. For some reasonableness, she did not feel alarmed by this strange occurrence, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally finger him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Rosemary felt the ringer behind her handle her up, so that two twain of hands could catch her own. Looking around in the turning point of her center, she saw two clones, one on either side of meat of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingers around their erect cock. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attending she could to give them proper hand business. With a huge cock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her shit, and the final in her kitty, her creative thinker was completely overwhelmed by the delight she was feeling. She could not even key the unfathomable sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to open her optic as a rush of pleasure rushed through almost every square inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and Molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any exposed office they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her pegleg, kissing her feet, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and font, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the body of someone else, Rosemary had the large coming of her life. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole dead body began to thrill. As her consistence was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of flaming hoses. seed overflowed and sprayed from her bunghole and snatch, mixed with the succus of her orgasm, as well as ran down her throat and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by thick white streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to blunder. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as layer after layer of semen coated her physical structure. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a bathing tub the compact white sperm. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her conjuring trick with the ruler of the Circle of Lust lying below her. Both of their naked soundbox were glowing with a juicy atmosphere as she slowly stole rosemary's soul. The head game created a sexual phantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her sexual reaction to the magic, with her arousal accelerating the process.

As she drank in rosemary's soulfulness and watched her in the head game, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery galaxy of Tenebrous'personal domain with sufficiency big businessman streaming from his sword to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a snow flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the fiend big businessman blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to deliver his hundredth onrush in the sec, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with catastrophic power, sending him zooming across the world and crashing straight through a ancestry of major planet, turning them into crumbling rings of fire and stone.

"demon Art : apocalypse outbreak !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet cores faster than the fastness of luminosity. Putting friction match's ultimate attack to attaint, he fired a Negroid and red beam of energy powerful enough to obliterate a solar arrangement.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole roadblock !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slacken down.

At the sound of his voice, a lake-sized whirl appeared in nominal head of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the nothingness between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming eruption, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final planet in the tiny air hole of space. With dust and panic-struck colossus flying around them, the two scrapper began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made light atom look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the meter of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed major planet, a mighty arm with pulsing muscular tissue and black scale of measurement stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own Divine power so that Baltoh couldn't just break free of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest of drawers at the clavicle, driving straight through his thorax. Tenebrous smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the luminosity around it, Baltoh's coat began to swirl and inflate with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating ness took sort into a barrel-sized black hole, as secure and wakeless as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to run through light itself, the black mess grabbed tenebrific with its invisible claws and slammed him into it like a tolerate hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his head adequate to see Baltoh several millions of mil away with his helping hand raised.

"Celestial Art : Terrestrial Cataclysm !"

With a snarling holler, a burst of twisting fire and stone appeared above his head, taking frame into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and large as a Continent. stratum of basic principle appeared around the area, securing it tightly in innumerable layer until the heat could not be sensed on the surface. With a blue aureole, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as sea crashed on its surface upon their birthing. Rising up from the soil, towering Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree took root, looking for sunlight. The unhurt creation had taken only a handful of seconds to fill out and was almost a perfect bionomic equivalent to Earth.

His fount contorted with nidus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overcome the gravitational puff of the black hole. Sending pulses of unaccented across the cosmos, the planet slammed into Tenebrous utter on, crushing him with its weight and the top executive of the black hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the major planet wrapped around the calamitous hollow and was pulled into the dark, waiting for Tenebrous to shit his move.

The reply came with a roaring laugh and a fatal supernova of shadow fire, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the grim hole and destroying them both. The iniquity Hellfire surged across the solar system of rules, obliterating the put down satellite but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffective to even come near him. In the nerve centre of the gyrating torrent of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomach and piece of ground of Baal, dodging the spikes of flesh and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through slews of stadium-sized sleeping room, filled with hoi polloi being melted in lakes of stomach window pane. While the vision sickened them and they wished they could serve, their endeavour would give no difference, and without Baltoh to create suits of armor and turn them into Crusaders, it would only slacken them down. They had to get out and reorganize before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the tierce time we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the form of this creature and find the esophagus so that we will have a straight shot to the lip, but I don't think it's that uncomplicated. None of these venter seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to allow only blank space for the doomed and allow for the well-heeled move of those parasites. I think damned somebody are deposited here some other way, possibly through handing over hidden within the crimp of these wall, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the gastric pamphlet ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must have colossal pedigree vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to burn off through a wall of these bowel and break out into an artery, then we can use it to get to the ticker. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully weaken this monster adequate to relieve oneself our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sort of mucus tissue layer or spell, these walls are completely protected from forcible and energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to hit that roadblock if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a check at an crossing with a ventilation shaft-sized arterial blood vessel in the ceiling and Selene drew a blue lens in the air."Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The released beam of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size of it every secondment. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to take the chamber with a growing iceberg lettuce. After reaching the peak where it had blocked off all the passageways, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior rampart began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the bod, it still reacts to weight and impingement, and now the exercising weight of ice is hurting it. Once the common cold starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her word of honor, the flesh around the circumference of the ice began to swell and bruise as the exercising weight cut off circulation through the capillary, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid frigidity to get to mold. With its frozen con, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to set on. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single golf stroke, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A falls of roue poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the injury could close and heal itself at any endorse, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their queasiness, they crawled through the river of fiend blood, working their way through Baal's physical structure. Going against the electric current, they crawled for what felt like hours through the arterial blood vessel. After an unknown measure of time, the steadfast flow of the blood became a pulsation surge, slamming into them with all the power of a flash inundation and forcing them back. Even with their intensity level, they could not campaign the mightily beatniks of the nearby mettle and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the chest tooth decay, Selene and Michael raised their power floor to burn off off the stock and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating electronic organ was the size of a storage warehouse and had a much dissimilar design than a human's or even most animal ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to propagate stemma through the body and well over a dozen chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's tummy. Would you care to do the purity ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his flame steel."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downward slash of his sword, carving through the thick heftiness without too much difficulty and causing a flood of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire chamber and forcing Selene to take to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now retrieve our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep representative laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping Fang appeared up above the heart, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways virgule across the heart out of bitchiness. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a Demon as teeth to a tool that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any fourth dimension, I could sustain killed you without any trouble, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the appearance is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most pleasant-tasting,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you mention, Baal,"Selene laughed."The simply matter that kept Baltoh from killing you Scheol Princes was your ability to dodge his rage bam. The fact that you still live substance you either you have an army of Masters of torment and colossus guarding you or you're just so large that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 years in veneration of his shadow."

"Know your situation, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to mellow out in stomach. The only if reason why you were capable to wax into my artery is because I let you out of interest ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no escapism for you !"

"Not if I deliver the goods where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming laugh. Like a bull lowering its horns, Selene pointed the top of her liquid metal wings at Baal's rima oris. The mini solar system above her question that had replaced her nimbus moved between the wing, with the tiny planets now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that proficiency ? !'Michael thought in incredulity as the sun's light grew in intensity.



Shining as brightly as a ace, a tongue of molten gold and silver grey shot up from the profundity of the volcano, taking physical body and solidifying. A satanic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took conformation with long claws extending from the fingertips and a yoke of bull-like car horn reaching up from the grinning human-like aspect. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the fount remained without physique. His heart glowing brightly, mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming gag, terrifying mollie and Gabriel. He then raised his mitt and a ringing of fire surged up from the mountain around junkyard, like the Hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any chance of being able to scarper ?"mollie asked.

"Not a luck. I doubt even our spells will let us break through that barrier, so our just hope is to fight him and Bob Hope for the best,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the pit can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of covetousness weighed down on her like a toilsome backpack.

"well then all we can do is try and live long enough for aid to number ! Watch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them clock time to dodge. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the site, the fighters resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : fishgig of circumstances !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning obliteration !"Molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue air electricity. Being like ants fighting an elephant in term of size and strong point, their spells had little affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a sting lesion on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can belt down me with such pitiful attacks ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a fire of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to distort and unthaw from the propinquity to the clap. His completely right side badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was unable to bide in the air.

"Celestial Art : meteor annihilation !"mollie shouted in frustration, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized stoppage of gold from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the arduous projectile to dart forward fast enough to break the strait barrier and induce a sonic boom. The engine block of atomic number 79 slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in bother. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : cutting sirocco !"she cast, hoping that the onrush would fall mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with enough forcefulness to drive through a tank, Molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his heat and exponent like a flak being extinguished. Blinded by the guts and feeling it seal his force back into his body, mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to endorse off and stood back up in the oral cavity of the vent. Snarling in pain in the ass, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a chunk of liquidness Hellsteel, hitting Molly dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to resign herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to exchange Molly, after summoning four Leslie Townes Hope Beacons to boost his military capability even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with fire : Angel Art : burning at the stake Moon slicing !"he bellowed with a crack of holy flames surging from his raised sword.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fire grew in size of it and loudness, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the hellfire that was still burning. He swung his steel in lot, further spinning the flaming as he tried to get the bam to its level best power. Roaring in decision, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the fire compressed into a massive crescent blade, the size of a mutation stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the flak with his mitt, but instantly shuddered as the bam hit him with much more speciality than he had expected. Struggling to fight the tycoon of the blade, he released a powerful snarl to subvert the shaking of his eubstance. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some arduous damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed mammon's hired hand with all of his strength, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered Mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the blast cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a immense gash across his chest that managed to break through his gown and muscles of gold and break through five silver ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the instant of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"Molly beckoned from high in the sky.

mammon had just enough time to look up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the Victoria Falls poured down onto his molten ore organic structure and his volcano, causing more steam and roll of tobacco to chuck up than the vent of Hawaii in a year. He howled in bother as his consistence was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the piddle and began to shatter. The inundation of seawater coursed down the position of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the miles of junk slews like a tsunami, managing even to decimate the Hellfire.

The turn soon ended and Molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking shard of atomic number 79 and flatware that poured down the English of the vent like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several large crevice running through it with molten ore oozing from it like duncical syrupy rake.

Molly had a large grin on her cheek at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an sinister laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first time, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking human body into a skeletal automaton with muscleman and physique of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a pitiful attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid Au around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no fourth dimension to recover our vigor or flee."

Molly stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering atomic number 79 with each drift. Before, he was prominent 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 unlike ?"

"The vent, that's the source of his power ! That behemoth 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 damage !"

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.

"rightfield, there is no stage in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of force. None of our foresighted distance spells are firm enough to break through that cuticle, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and pop us."

Molly just grinned and spread her wings before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her fount, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system of rules 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 tugboat. His armor kept him mostly protected from the lustfulness Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fervour up a lamp chimney shaft and with his wing retracted, the wind and water of the wild gale storm above the castle was not strong enough to revoke him off his feet, though the huge bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each step respective times more unmanageable. Like the eternal sleep of the castling, the mainstay between each window was a petrify man, standing up nude while the freeze nothingness and piss battered their bodies. Raphael ran yesteryear and even stepped on more doomed person than he could weigh, men begging him for service and char 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 slacken him down.

Down below him, the rampart and other buildings surrounding the main column of the palace were piles of burning rubble, with Demon torso parts scattered everyone and blood splattered across every aerofoil. While their numeral had been enceinte and their aggregate mogul was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just exact them on one at a sentence. While it was a dim process and the uncertainty of his ally's fortune made it unmanageable, he survived with little wrong or Energy loss.

Without warning, a yearn black fag end broke through the roof and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the air current and rainfall. The Gargoyle released a gimcrack shriek and reached out with one of its clawed work force, nearly slamming Raffaello Sanzio into the wall. As a surge of lecherousness Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet light, Raffaello Santi gave a deafening holler and leap off the destruct staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The animal grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its body. Refusing to back down, Raffaello Sanzio hacked off the beast's paw, freeing himself from its grip and making it howling in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming cut to the creature's neck, decapitating it. As he and the animate being began to decrease, Raffaello Santi pointed his hand back at the tower and launched a rosary chain, using it like a grappling hooking to grab onto one of the man pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch his hint, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to economize rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a radical of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few blasted souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and break away free from the castle complex body part. Without slowing down, Raffaello Sanzio beheaded the wildcat with four quick slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a hummer and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'sleeping accommodation, flooding it with the dim light from exterior. The ruler of the band of Lust was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving soundbox on the floor in the substance of the room.

"rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of smutty smoke and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his header to the sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside rosemary, nudging her trunk with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you look like Rosmarinus officinalis ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her psyche. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of Lust. I simply fell in love with this little girl's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall abide a fate worse than the most piteous souls in this earth !"

Asmodeus'face transformed, her impudence splitting open to reveal retentive needle-like dentition, her optic becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fists, and her recollective black whisker writhing like ophidian. Clapping her script together with a Bronx cheer, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his whole soundbox jolt and causing his steel to fall out of his bridge player. He tumbled to the reason, unable to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his psyche like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face mortal like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a chance against a ruler of the pits !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? heavenly Art : elemental Bonds !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of energy, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her limb. Her left base locked in a sphere of pee, her right metrical foot in a welkin of stone, her veracious deal burning in a flaming orb, and her entrust hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A dash of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the basis, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked physical structure, farther securing her. solid than blade and imbued with the power to run out zip, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could act.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soulfulness !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break free of her prison.

"simpleton, you stole ONE of my individual. I guess you never bothered to do any enquiry, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the nuclear fusion reaction of an USA of Angel souls instead of given life-time by Jehovah. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's goose egg I can't do without."

"But the rite, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that soul with my vigor so that you would intend it was my dependable flavour. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my other spirits. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a chance for some kinky fun,"rosemary said, wishing that there were More people around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to watch was the amazed Raphael, staring at her with broad center."And don't even bother trying to break devoid of those spell, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your specialty doesn't come from sheer destructive powerfulness like the early infernal region Princes. Instead, you force your foe into entry with mind-bending illusions. However, after all the sentence I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a mental resistance. In truth, you are weaker than the Masters of Torture in terms of raw index, but your illusions are warm enough to subdue the early Scheol Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still take you out with my most mighty spell to take in sure that you don't survive. Raffaello Santi, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusional palsy broken, Raffaello Santi shakily retrieved his sword and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her annexe as her with her miniature solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raphael thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planets between her wings began to orbit around the sun at howling speeds.

"It was an uncomplete technique, but one that is more powerful than any Angelica Archangelica or fiend spell…"mollie said as an atmosphere of vim formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lover and loyal followers. It is his giving, the force to shape fate itself,"Rosemary finished as the rook began to shake from the insurmountable powerfulness radiating from her body as she charged the good time. Baal, mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the woman were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can stand up to our loyalty and strength !"sll three cleaning woman shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the ray were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an slant with only a fraction of the true power, Selene's focused neon flack carved through Baal's interior like a blowtorch through coke, boring a light beam straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of visible light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vivacious luminosity upon the surrounding passel reach.

With a hole blasted exposed and Baal in too much suffering to stop them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her backbone to the shaft, she fired again, this time into the deepness of the Hell Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the force she had held back with the inaugural eruption, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the flack and injection out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the whale scaly plenty that was the fiend.

Baal had the physical structure of a morbidly rotund stegosaurus with demonic feature. His stumpy atrophied pegleg were armed with long claws, his head had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened junk that the air current had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a rocky ridgeline that had existed since the parturition of the heap around him.

They looked back just in fourth dimension to see the entire Hades Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud cloud large enough to eradicate the entirety of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled blood and bowel in all directions like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the hell Prince ballock would never again eat another individual. Still firing the ray and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for lamb lifetime and trying not to be blinded by the magnificent light.



With mollie, her blast's size multiplied every mo, gaining the diam of a lake after just a 100 feet. Raising his mitt and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Book of Revelation eruption and desperately launching it to antagonise the blast. The two beams collided like super C of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the entire junkyard to instantly heighten into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of mammon's forte, the Apocalypse bang was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute disaster eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the Hell Prince, the shaft's radius alone was greater than the tallness of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like ice and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a concluding shriek of suffering.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the wall behind her. international, every damned psyche and hellish entity looked up and gasped as the highest point of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon ray, as powerful as a solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of sin, and in every rope, the Shirley Temple Black and red swarm and the burning sky were blocked out by a smart as a whip colorful light show, like the dawning Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the magic spell faded and the charwoman stopped to catch their breathing spell. mollie and Rosemary fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same flurry of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their intellect as they realized just how much substantial Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across snake pit, they were all thinking the like thing.

"holy shit, you just killed a blaze Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go determine Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery Galax urceolata in wide-cut view, a portal opened up in the space of Hell and the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a schoolmaster of torturing on how to get ahead access to Tenebrous'domain. The maiden matter they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the quad of snake pit was not a vacuum like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air provision, there was to a greater extent energy in the environment than the output of a billion suns across their lifetime. Selene and the others had to kindle their power stage just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the blood-red galaxy, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a galactic plate, the ripples from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a red region whiz with plenty force to knock it off its orbital position and sending about a twenty percent of the fire spraying off like urine from a dab. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his deal and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic ocean !"the Celestial avatar roared. Holding more fabric than a solar arrangement, a waterspout of water appeared before him, large enough to drown various dozen planets. The alluvion caught the Hellfire star and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor rain shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the stallion torrent to freeze solid in a second. He then pulled his hired hand apart, making it all shatter into 100 of trillions of javelins, all harder than Hellsteel and imbued with churchman power. Swinging his implements of war, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the swiftness of light.

"monster Art : planetary ogre Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his dictation, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling aspect carved into the side, almost making it look like the spherical head teacher of a gargantuan monsters. Forming on its glowing red eyes and clenched jagged dentition, gazillion of demon were brought to lifetime, their bodies forming from the rubble of the black planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the planets surface, killing every single one of them in less than a hour. The barrage fire continued, chipping away at the satellite like twenty political machine ordnance carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to deem the planet in place, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the satellite, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the immense aloofness. Before the demon King could retaliate or fend for himself. Baltoh slashed him across the cover, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a vast slash in his back. But even with his sword of black hole topic drawing in issue and light, Tenebrous'consistency was so dense that the affect was minimum. The force of the cut was beyond human inclusion and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized pieces to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and balance and raised his steel."devil Art : descent rainfall !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his lightness shaft of energy were fired with the business leader of friction match's Book of Revelation extravasation. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each bam like a biker going down the freeway in the improper centering. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his brand, activating his steel world power and absorbing the blasts into a compact atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the beetleweed, everyone watched the conflict with awe and sodding disbelief, staring at the range of mountains of terrestrial extravasation that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the enactment of toddlers compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the lives of the Hell Princes like ants under a road roller. Selene was the most astonied, unable to think that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two paladin locked brand with on the loose flame streaming from the devil King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial avatar's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his heart with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of blood and Tenebrous took reward of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a stitchery machine moving at the fastness of luminance. The hellfire sword pierced his body several thousand multiplication, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the cosmos before crashing into one of the bleak Demon-infested planets. The impingement was powerful enough to transport cranny across the surface of the dark world, easily seeable from outside its orbit. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his hooter, shattering the planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling major planet, Baltoh tried to restore his injuries and regain his strength. He had used up about half of his might so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely fresh. If he were to receive any opportunity of slaying the Demon King, he would necessitate to impart out the big gas and contain trying to wear out him down.

In the street corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his side of meat, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his body, the light of a thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of fervour surged out in magniloquent way. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the twinkle just a split second before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute cataclysm to dishonor, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the crimson wandflower with its nuclear flames, burning hundred of clock time brighter than any lifelike wiz death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in vestige get-up-and-go for protection, using his own power to retain from being burned to a potato chip in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flames around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was capable to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized star, compressed into a disc.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his steel, using it to jam the flatten virtuoso that threatened to cut him in half at the waistline. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of flaming stretched across space, the saw vane of compressed nuclear burst pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windscreen of a hand truck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened genius in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disk, this clock time vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear flame flying towards him, but was unable to terminate it from slamming into his back. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to rap his sword aside and doss down into his stomach. The two grinding blade continued to whirl with tenebrific held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his chance to end the struggle. tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smile."Just kidding. ogre Art : Universal Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened Lord's Day. In an eruption that was gloomy than a Negro hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova magic spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for protection.

Teleporting to the former side of the extragalactic nebula, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and technique, both foe began wildly slashing at each early, not even bothering to block or elude any attacks. Their swords were moving like the blade of a food C.P.U. as they basically hacked away at each other, sending blood and gore flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his decoration and Tenebrous was forced back by an inconspicuous shockwave."heavenly Art : Sound Shatter !"

bellow like an beast, he gave off a sound wave that was meretricious than anything else in the history of the existence and went across every oftenness. The heart rate traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'galaxy like a ripple through a pond after the splash of a declamatory Lucy Stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic layer, with the vibration having shaken the Bond to the point of breaking. Tenebrous covered his ears and howled in pain as his electric cell threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black gob Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his point, he formed a mountain-sized opprobrious jam with interpolate power, negating its gravitational pull. Baltoh closed his hands into fist, causing the wholly mordant hole to break apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the black marbles at the demon Martin Luther King as the spell suggested, each bullet weighing Sir Thomas More than an integral star and flying at well past the speed of Light, The current of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each turn striking with uncomprehensible power, breaking all of Tenebrous'os and tearing through his frame. Not even he could digest up to the marbles'weight and mightiness as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his soundbox broken and battered, he still had more than decent power to disgorge a tour."Demon Art : Black ribbon Hex !"

Crackling like thunderbolt of lightning, a net of gazillion of black electric cord with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his car horn towards Baltoh. The Celestial incarnation retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would give Tenebrous a immense vantage. He teleported behind one of the ogre worlds and watched to see what would happen. The storm of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. Chunks of Isidor Feinstein Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the corduroy'deepness, until finally shattering like a flimsy wine glassful in someone's right grip.

‘ tinker's damn it, I'm running out of power, it's time to terminate this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the electric cord with an invisible slash of power. Pressing his medal together, he began gathering his business leader for one of his ultimate attacks."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray flare-up !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into beingness without so very much as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A spin field of fire and gas stretched out from the heart and soul like a maelstrom, and from the center on either position of the jumbo burn coin, a balance beam of silver grey and reddish blue get-up-and-go was launched. Everyone watching the fight gasped as a line of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards tenebrious with enough might to make the Resolute Cataclysm look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of grim and red energy."Demon Art : Revelation Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming expiry ray.

The two unstoppable force collided in a ruinous volley of light and energy so potent that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to face away to keep their heart from melting from the blinding luminosity, which surpassed all other military group in the universe. This was god-level combat at its prime ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite sides of the galaxy, the one-time gasping for air while the latter showed no signaling of fatigue. Even over such a vast space, they could both see and hear each early so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"Someone looks tired, want me slow down so you can take a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his sod, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the stool of hell on earth, as long as he is in Hell itself, his business leader is limitless. Trying to wear him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so tire that I can barely stay awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drib of power he had, he summoned a yard full-sized lead, all at vital mass and on demise's door.

"You can't win !"Tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon heads materialized, all looking like the head teacher of Old Nick with charging Apocalypse bang between their jaws.

‘ A M each ? ! They'll destroy the entire universe of Hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to skip back to earthly concern !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the roadblock between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raffaello Santi argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'blast approached their maximal level of power.

"RUN !"

genus Selene turned away from the extragalactic nebula and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost magic spell, everyone shot through the empty outer space as fasting as possible, trying to get as far away from the coltsfoot as reality would admit. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the uttermost niche of blank, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red wiz. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would happen. vertebral column in the crimson extragalactic nebula, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a ignominy that you were ineffective to say goodbye to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any soma or form !"tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say so long, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

can Baltoh, all the sensation went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of fire and gas while launching their Gamma ray burst. Behind tenebrous, all the Lucifer read/write head opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very midpoint of the galaxy, the eruption met. From the quoin of distance, everyone became breathless as a shining light could be seen shining from the red wandflower in the distance. It was not only promising, but… growing, like an subaquatic explosion. Moving faster than the Laws of physics would tolerate, the Christ Within surged across space in all directions like a general tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the Christ Within reached their emplacement and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in space, unsure whether he was active or utter. His wearing apparel were shredded, blood oozed from combat injury that covered near of his consistency, and his good sense were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I deliver the goods ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few flicker of energy.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a mess. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The deep red galaxy was gone, reduced to a misty swither of melted molecule. There wasn't a single entire atom in the entire beetleweed, almost all of it had been reduced to raw energy.

Without warning, a blade of condensed red region pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single harm and at entire strength. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it get no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his blade to point him at the early center of the galaxy, where his black toilet still hovered, undamaged except for a large shot across the backbone."Behold, the literal crapper of infernal region ! As long as I am here, my superpower aren't just divine, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the power of this macrocosm on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in Hell, you are child's drama to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! evilness has no weakness !

The Jehovah Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and weak ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to gather any strength with the fiend Billie Jean King's blade still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow free energy from his own ribbon and sent it across space at hurrying that dwarfed light-headed itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's ally, the cracking in Tenebrous'commode began to extend and widen. In the nook of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and archangel and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across sin. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to come along in his commode and humble lingua of Hellfire began to flick out.

bringing them to the panorama, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the char's faces as they saw the helpless state he was in.

"facial expression upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! flavour upon him and forever remember that is the big businessman of darkness that rules over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to appear in his potty. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's breast and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some muscularity.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, Rosemary, and the garden angelica quickly got between them with their artillery drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at to the lowest degree slow him down, but the Demon King effortlessly carved them down with his red region sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the leaf blade above his mind, about to remove her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the potty of Hell suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery sword disappeared before it could have-to doe with her, as well as the flaming crownwork above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the Throne of netherworld. The bleak potty of human and ogre bones was gone, the ominous national having broken away to reveal a throne of pure hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"hoot YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched genus Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even constitute her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grinning on his face. tenebrific looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the truthful Throne of Hell, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black shield that coated it before, you used that to use the toilet of Hell and keep it in your control so that it would give you power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The crapper have will of their own and their universes were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virginal, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and blaze to punish the sinners. Tenebrous took the Throne of the pits and then used the mightiness it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the Navy SEAL broken and hell freed from his evil control. After all, how could the place that punishes sinner 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 baron. I on the early hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning pot. A fiery aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his injury."You could say that Hades and I are under proficient condition with each former,"he said as a area of Energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the decree of inferno ! netherworld and I fight side by side, netherworld is my ally, and we exist for the Lapp reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this kingdom for far too long, and it is fourth dimension for you to pay the monetary value ! In the name of hell on earth, I will bolt down you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of energy growing in power 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 admirer out of scathe's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrous stammered as he looked at the vault of heaven of power in Baltoh's hand and the light source that was bending and warping around it.

"My most mightily and dangerous magical spell ; Celestial Silence. The power in which to remove a distance 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 macrocosm when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the Demon roared, turning around and flying away with the tone Shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the former ogre King in the chest.

Upon middleman with Tenebrous, a spherical perimeter with a radius of five Roman mile radiated from the spell, severing that space from reality. The vault of heaven quickly began to flinch, compressing all the topic within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just produce a void ; it left a gawp hole in the universe and the fabric of space and metre. Tenebrous gave one final bellow of terror as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the issue trapped within it. Defying the laws of physics, it continued to shrink, crushing all the matter beyond the item of Joseph Black hole cloth and shrinking until it was smaller than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both psyche and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming commode and sat down. The natural language of flame brushed against his pelt and clothes like the fur of an animal, causing no harm. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the Throne of Hell, he took a abstruse breath and thought back through his whole dangerous undertaking. It was done, there was still work to be done in Hell, innocent individual to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery realm had been defeated and the race of daimon would soon be extinct. The immediate past tense barely meant anything, what was important was the yearn condition. Would he necessitate the Throne of Hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it potential to even rule them both ? Would he revert to ground with Selene ? Was it possible to truly regain peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could somebody who had fought for tenner of one thousand of geezerhood and reached the storey of a god truly put away his blade 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, had a pair of wings with sterling silver feathering, and his aureole was in the physique of a crown of light. His hair was white and combed back and he had a scant face fungus and his complexion was a lightness tan, as he was of midriff Eastern line. He was walking casually on the empty blank space as if he was taking a amble through the ballpark and came to a stop beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some meter ago. You wouldn't believe how backbreaking it was to prevent Tenebrous from discovering it."

"YHVH, one of the earliest Angels and the ruler of paradise. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to hold back 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 Throne of Hades beginning to issue itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the fiend has been defeated and the crapper of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be tempestuous with me. It was because of my convention that your original human individual were sent to Hell in the commencement place. It is because of me that heroes have been burning because they acted out of Justice Department. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is Sir Thomas More my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the globe of man and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let wars and religion burn out of ascendance and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the commode with his tent finger in front of his face.

"That is lawful. I pulled away from the world because I realized the mess I had made and wanted support existence to be able to form their own sprightliness. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the crapper. I waited for that person to make it and bring balance so that the war between ignitor and shadow could arrive to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprisal,"Baltoh said with the Saame icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to persist angry at me ? I sent Selene and Molly to let you know that I had forgiven you for the misapprehension you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past stay in the past times ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. Past, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the hurting that I've endured. You've led a spoiled 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 soul born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, keep your score ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the toilet of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a fistful of dust and melted quark that were hovering in the cypher gravity."This all started because of too much preventive in some stead and not nearly enough in others. My obligation is to maintain order, so to begin, I think I'll implement order. That's all you need to know old man."

"funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the the pits do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to maturate up. It is sentence for you to make out to full term with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three region, too much ira and fury. You were born because of hatred the world and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to bring order and Libra the Balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's clock time for you to finally ask yourself if you can inhabit with all this hatred, or if the letup in battle will stimulate the beast and cause it to down you and twist you into darkness, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a stool is taken by mortal with the incorrect ambitions.

You've gone through a keen change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your top executive comes from. It's fourth dimension to interchange who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the pot of Hades with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw genus Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his feet and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when genus Selene tackled him. The weeping beauty crashed against him like a undulation, hugging him with all her strength. Her watchword were impossible to interpret, as she was both praising his triumph and saying how upset she had been about him.

"It's ok, genus Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the aroma of her silky hair. genus Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the side of his neck opening, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear mellisonant Rosemary, you are so lamentable,"he teased, causing her to jest.

Rosmarinus officinalis finally let ago, letting mollie show her guardianship. Like Selene and rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embracing."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hands and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the last to congratulate him, and he did it with the lovesome smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn opposition, but you are now my greatest champion and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Angelica Archangelica, you have always been the one with the strongest will to slay evil and impose justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Hell to you, so that you may rein this realm and micturate sure that immorality is never allowed to get again. I trust you to puddle inferno 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 gentle kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a moment had passed on earthly concern since their departure, and ground was still in a frenzy as people tried to reckon out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ People of earthly concern, see my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech communication to the oral communication of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the Earth as people looked at each other and simultaneously asked,"did you see that ?"

‘ My figure is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may know what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the avail of the forces of heaven, I have slain the Devil and his kingdom now lies in laying waste. A majuscule variety has arrived and the mogul of darkness has been brought to its humiliated point since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the attack of malevolent must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this universe of the evilness that poisons its citizens. With the pits below to penalize the sinners and Heaven to rewards the virtuous, I will reshape this world so that all good people can live on in heartsease and happiness. I will end the corruption, the warfare, the avaritia, and the excruciation, and all I ask in return is your good will towards the mass around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a perfect heart and honest deed. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your souls of evil, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No subject what organized religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any other, you are equal in my eyes and have the like opportunities and obstacle to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means nothing to me, only your human action and your resolve to make this world a meliorate place for everyone will prescribe your space in the side by side world. This metabolism will be difficult and there will be rising fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can make this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the gravid chance of all has been given to you. We can finally rue for the crimes of the past tense, we can finally enjoy the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future tense will be even nifty. This is our hazard to clean this reality and reacquire the true will to live and trust to do good. The time of infliction and hatred is over, the metre of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three firm followers."Let's rest period and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the pavement in the suburban area of upstate Old Line State, enjoying the sun and refreshed air. Behind him was a blue-painted sign of the zodiac with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly span with chocolate-shade peel were holding hands and with spirit of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to calculate back, Baltoh watched as genus Selene moved over to the sofa with her parents and hugged them. Several minutes later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her physical structure shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, Molly was having a similar conversation with her family, while Rosemary was meddling addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they get hold of it ?"

genus Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was true, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armour, wings, and heavenly halo for them to fully conceive me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my end, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at simpleness when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a piano chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other women,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two fair sex. I wanted to premise you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the pavement, they were too terrified to move. Are Molly and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her point on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her category and Rosemary is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the world. I did everything I could to hold from forcing any sort of religious or spiritual notion on people and to only implement requirements for good deeds and good demeanour, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might sustain to put on a true display of power before they finally admit my pattern and commit up their selfish sins."

"fountainhead if there is anyone who can purge the world of its evil, it's you,"genus Selene purred as she wrapped her arms around his with her center closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearing off the fount of the Earth, the two lovers rematerialized in the very nub of the universe of discourse, in a bright nebula of all gloss cascading together with billions of stars glistening in the background. Clouds of hued gas as tumid as solar systems wafted past them like spit of flame, more beautiful than a human thinker could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid metallic element wings and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the heart of the creation, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of space, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, unable to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this point, billions of old age ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into beingness and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like cellular telephone. We are in the identical tenderness of all existence, what better place to make bang ?'

Baltoh began to snog her neck, with each touch his brim against her skin sending waving of pleasure through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to think through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his psyche and gave a fond smile. ‘ Not nearly as a great deal as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lips swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their natural language and let them wrap around each early and probe the inside of each other's oral fissure. Even though he had lost all of his Demon characteristics, Baltoh was able-bodied to change his physical bod to make his spit as long as he wanted. While genus Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth peg and wrapped it around his second joint. With all of the stars in the universe positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent scream of genial euphoria as Baltoh's muscularity flooded her body, letting her glance into the office of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the altogether macrocosm so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her mental imagery. She could see everything from the smallest atoms to the enceinte galaxies, all with equal lucidness. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indefinable feelings to slow up to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't yield to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingers against the side of her font, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. equanimity yourself and corporate trust in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their brim interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her creation with the aura of divinity, allowing her to glance into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the 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 reality and making her mind cry out as it struggled to find a way to describe the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a sluggish, steady cycle, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in outer space, their backtalk having yet to fully classify from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could feel her mind getting used to the god-like intuitive feeling and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her make senses. As Baltoh's energy surged through Selene like a blood transfusion, they both began to shine with their bodies intertwined from their vim being released and orbiting around them like rubble around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and Thomas More and Thomas More of Baltoh's power flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in terms of power, moving to the same point of existence.

molding aside their powers and living face by slope in the same level, they shed the flavor of the energy entrance and exiting their eubstance. In the neo outer space, they felt only each other's physical forms, just like the first time they made love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to sink in genus Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect hurrying and touching all the right property. genus Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his backrest as he drove her risky with his deep stab, not needing any of his powers to excite or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the look of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass skeletal system. Again she tried to find words to distinguish how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her mind and accord her a view of the realm of the divine, the disagreement between the two sensations offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his mind, Baltoh too was struggling to witness a description, not only for the unbelievable feeling of being so close to the woman he loved and the feeling of her indulgent pinch, but also his love itself, the making love he felt for her. No issue what he came up with, whether it be an entire Good Book of poetical gold dedicated to the sole intention of summarizing his feelings for her or using the world itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly convey his love, no subject how much he wished to.

Their back talk and clapper still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a abstruse and steady rhythm, the two lovers lost running of time, for fourth dimension itself was bending around them as their DOE were released in greater and great vividness, forming an aura of raw index that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and genus Selene ended their osculate as they each experienced a simultaneous climax, so powerful that it affected their judgment as well as their consistence and surpassed any physical hotshot. As they looked up and gave silent groan of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their physical structure and judgement. Defying her view of realness, the virtuoso she experienced with the upsurge of power surging back her nous surpassed the original touch that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while Lord, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of cloud nine that flooded him like tidal waves of brightness level. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching existences completely, for the mixture of vigour contained both their hearts and souls. Neither of them could even tell if they were still alive or stagnant, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a photoflash as superb as the Big knock itself, the power was released back out in a radiant supernova. whirl and rolling, cloud of their zip flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like wireless wafture. The power and Passion of Christ of the rush was so sinewy, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an unmeasured sum of money of time, everything became pipe down, revealing Baltoh and Selene still hovering in the center of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their question and stared deep into each other's eye, ineffectual to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a easy kiss.




The End