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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the metropolis of New House of York, washing away the filth and grime that caked the streets and alleys. It was tranquility on this late-spring day, with the pound pelting forcing citizenry to continue inside. Even the roads were mostly unruffled, while engorged with railway car as common. But while it was a quieten day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the empire State Building, at the very tip of its steeple, there was a low red flash in the Charles Grey sky. From this instant, a glow orb came into existence, resembling a crimson light medulla oblongata. It was not bright or powerful enough to draw aid from the multitude 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 law of proximity and the abnormal oestrus being given off by coal-like empyrean.

The orb did not fade after the initial twinkling ; instead, it grew in intensity and size while becoming darker in shade. Initially the sizing of a human fist, it began to flourish into an undulating upright phonograph recording as large as a dinner party mesa. There was a mo flash lamp and the saucer became still, having completed its metabolism. It became self-coloured like chalk, with shifting chromaticity of red swirling within.

total darkness mist spewed out from the underside of the disk, pouring out slowly and streaming down like heavyset tar. The mist washed over to the steeple of the top of the building, causing the metal to eat and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this minacious drape of red lighting was a choir of agonizing thigh-slapper and shout of pain in the neck, pouring out from the depths of the blood-red light. Were the atmospheric condition clear-cut, the people down in the streets would instantly stare up in horror at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their capitulum to try and protect their souls from its ravaging tone of voice. The strait radiating from this morose phantasma was one not intend for mortal capitulum, a sound that was never intended to be set unaffixed upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the people of New York spared the mind-scarring refrain.

A rippling stretched out from the center of the magnetic disc and a shadow came into view from its deepness, like a sea animal slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a digit stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the radio tower on one foot. The number was a tall young man with a be given but muscular build, garbed in brown iron boot, grey-headed loose-fitting bloomers, a opprobrious sash, and a Joseph Black hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrists were two rosary beadwork corduroy and two metal shackles. The man had medium-length dark hair's-breadth that was slicked back, a gray skin colour, piercing blue sky oculus that could almost shine in the nighttime, and hidden under his hood were two trumpet that protruded just past his hair business and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a combustion doughnut came into prospect, hovering above his head, as well as four monolithic flank that grew out of his rachis. Each was more than twice the size of his body when fully unfolded and stretched, with the lower set of wings resembling bat offstage but with scale of measurement instead of build, and the upper wings like the annexe of an eagle, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the book binding of his renal pelvis was a long black tail with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a butcher tongue, but with a tearing gibe. His fingertips were armed with triangular claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

The crimson vena portae disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the urban center, standing on the tip of the radio towboat and wrapped in his wings. His undimmed grizzly centre scanned the city below, taking in the scene. It hadn't been very long since his last visit to the human universe, as he traveled there frequently.

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

He then opened up his extension and elevated without a one fluttering, slowly rising higher into the sky. He then pushed off the air with the muscular sheet and took off across the sky, invisible to everyone below.



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her middle focused on the Scripture of crossword puzzles in her hand. Even with her judgment completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter intelligence for"Energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of daily commuter and the erratic flow of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful adult female in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, retentive black whisker that was straight yet wavy, and bright green eye. Matching her beauty was her hourglass shape, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and duad of thighs that were toned with muscularity, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each footfall. Her figure was a concoction of unspoilt genes and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the outcome came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing shameful high-healed shoes that gave a very sexy tap with each step, a bleak skirt that tightly held to her smooth thigh, and a tan line of work coat with her purse wall hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential sail of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved teaser, but not because of a specific phylogenetic relation for the mental employment. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to push herself to her terminus ad quem. She was always searching for a challenge, something to fall apart the boring routine of life, it was why she moved to New York in the beginning place ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a stall ). In this character, her challenge for today was to get to influence without putting down the crossword book or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"respective of the demonstrator cheered in return, glad for the small piece of support.

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

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

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

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

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the ill-gotten pee-pee any second now. I'll be there in a moment. By the way, do you have intercourse a twelve-letter word for a heights school mathematics form ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red middle. The tool was shorter than an adult homo but much more hefty, with long brawny limbs, serrated talons protruding from its fingerbreadth and hook-like toes, bony annexe with scaly flesh and tenuous tissue layer, twisted horn above it's disfigured Canis aureus face, a swishing whip-like tail, and jet-black skin that was covered in blooming cicatrix. The tar-like spit that dripped from its scraggy tooth burned the stone with the audio of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wings with an abnormally loud clunk, like the beat of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the ground, completely invisible to all mortal oculus. Reaching the ingress of the building, it held open its wings to their entire size of it and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past times. The pool and falling rainfall around the front room access almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the brute tried to control its excitement and thirst for blood line. Only lucky fistful of Gargoyles had ever existed in the earthly concern of the living in all of history, and here, there was more nutrient than its deranged mind could grok. Looking down, creature spotted its first victim. On the roof of a nearby office 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 stillbirth, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a loud splattering sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the feeling that he was alone. While the unholy beast was completely invisible, the man's eyes widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop that splattered on its body showed its size of it and frame.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a garble cry of annoyance as rip streamed from his backtalk and his organs spilled out onto the storey. The man fell dead to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly bedspread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoon of oil across the airfoil of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcase with bask, tearing through the consistence with its claws and chewing on the bloody center only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of bowel like a spaghetti Strand, a bright newsflash of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain as its cut off annex and arm fell to the floor with thick blood trickling from its nervure. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long sword in his hand. The handle had no safeguard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged steel had a very pin down build until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the sizing suddenly swelled with an disconnected gut-hook to weigh down the end of the sword for enhanced hacking and slashing. The steel finally tapered off to a stabbing distributor point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped exposed like a gutted fish by the hook-like border, cleaved by the wide-cut weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to express joy."You shall receive nothing from me, traitor. I was born of pain and malevolency, and there is cypher you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming nimbus flared up like burning oil and the white plume of his upper annexe stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the ogre, your silence will attain zippo. I will find him and put down you all."

With a dark roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with dark smoke billowing from its pincer like fire. With little movement, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could make his face, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

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

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

Baltoh then turned to the butchered remains of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged body was incinerated in a surge of whitened fire, removing every hint and not even leaving ash tree behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell towboat of the riverside church building, watching the pelting pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing can. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were alike in nature, comparing them would be like comparing sign cat-o'-nine-tails to lions.

Abaddon's consistence was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like fender, jet-black scaly flesh, a long shadow, retentive talons protruding from the final stage of his finger and toes, and curled horns on the top of his foreland. However, his eubstance was far more humanoid, with foresightful arm and bones, a much straighter posture, more malleable dactyl, a powerful yet leaner and less bulky physique, a android face, and even peaky hair. Secured to his wrist joint were two metallic element shackles and he was wearing a doll of armor plates around his waist, standardised to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that whoreson followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our design can't workplace if we lose another. Not even I can face him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and continue hidden, but I need to feed so that I may go strong enough to contend him. If I feed on enough soul, I may be able to at least live on opposition, but you are all to preserve a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the darkness of the metropolis, it was probable that the Brobdingnagian pool and blanket of water supply would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually dour. For even though the rain had stopped, the thick clouds remained and they refused to take into account the moon to shine. With so a great deal moisture in the city, a slurred mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worry. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt safe enough to take the air home. Not to mention the fact that the can of Mace she carried in her purse was strong enough to evaporate the centre out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a stretch of time so small that she couldn't even think of something to compare it to, Selene's globe was suddenly flipped upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rale and the touch sensation of getting stabbed at every centimeter of build in her body with hot irons while battery loony toons flooded her nervure. Her wooden leg buckled under the excruciation and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal force and dragged into the nearby alley.

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

Selene's eyes rolled randomly as she tried to place whoever had attacked her, but whatever Taser they had used on her, she couldn't imagine it being a regular model if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't motility or even produce a audio ; she was completely crippled by the painfulness of the excruciating shock.

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

"shit, she's nice patch of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some cash and cite calling card,"the endorsement one laughed.

The words felt like an icy fingerbreadth being dragged up 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 hard smacking to the cheek.

"Unless you're mendicancy for my peter, you had break shut the piece of tail up…"the first growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's just for you."

Looking through the genius of the stinging smack, Selene's eyes widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the blade. Like his tongue, the dim lightness was reflected off his tooth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the tongue as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her collar. For the briefest second, the tip of the steel was touching her tegument, and never before had she felt something so stingingly moth-eaten. To her substitute, the knife was taken off of her hide, but before she could breathe out, her attacker yanked the brand downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With tears streaming from her eyes, genus Selene cried out in bother as origin trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her chest from the assaulter's malicious and ungainly removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her doll and panties and the bit attacker went to form yanking off the shredded cadaver. Selene shivered in terror and impuissance as the sang-froid air fanned her bare thighs and firm chest. Her tit were now the sizing of finger articulatio from the frigid air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"Look at those sweet-smelling tits of hers, I wonder how often cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little blanched would look great on that dark pelt,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of Johnny Cash into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to assault her, and that fact terrified Selene to a greater extent than anything else in her life. She had to do something, anything that had the slightest chance of sparing her from this fate. Working up all the potency in her exhausted body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME ! HEL—"

Her screaming was cut brusk as the attacker's blade was plunged into the side of her stomach, cutting through her without any effort. The infliction that shot through her was so excruciate, she lost all ascendence over her body and judgment. The pain inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her build was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was insufferable. With stemma slowly filling her mouth, her body became wilted while her attackers just laughed.

‘ Is this it ? Am I going to die here ? Will these monsters raping be the hold out affair 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 thick articulation was as clear as glassful and the very sound of it shook genus Selene from her dying daze.

She and her three assaulter looked to the entrance of the alley, where a lone design stood, silhouetted against the luminousness of the lampposts in the street.

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

"Who the piece of ass are you ? !"the second attacker barked.

"Let her go, this is your final warning,"the man ordered with more authority and business leader in his spokesperson than any living homo could have.

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

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

Before he continued, four large annexe grew out of his back, with the feathers along the edge of the upper wings flanged like the pinion of a porcupine and the lower bat-like wing honed to the astute SHAPE of a blade. With blood oozing down her chin, genus Selene gasped in skepticism and the three raper staggered back, cursing in fearfulness. The man with the tongue dropped her and she slumped to the ground with stock pouring from her wound.

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

An eruption of red and black flame surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the bowling alley and every piece of trash to prove into the air. The grim fire surged down the skittle alley, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their foot. Completely ignored by the blast, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by waving of black and red fire washing over them. Their dress were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their bodies, their muscles were shredded as if by a heart grinder, blood streamed from their carcasses as their vena were lacerated at every centimeter, their reed organ exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were nothing but charred skeletons. As the spate faded, so did genus Selene's level on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the bother of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

boot aside the blackened underframe of the rapist, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hand over her naked eubstance."holy person Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's unharmed body began to burn as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her skin. Her stab wound began to close, her scrapes and contusion disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her wellness, Baltoh was surprised to find himself analyzing every in of her naked beauty, moving his centre slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his rump and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for information. Pulling out a bury missive, Baltoh read her name and address, memorizing the location 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 back and the other under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her bare eubstance while being heedful not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the cleaning lady in his arms, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been years since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his tracks like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his chest and a glad jitteriness, something that he had never before experienced with his common cold heart.

Realizing how a lot fourth dimension had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and unfold his wing. With a single powerful flap, he was catapulted in high spirits 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 of the alphabet as he soared over the city. With her prospicient lustrous hair's-breadth brushing across her face, genus Selene was brought out of wide-cut unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her lid slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's grimace, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a aspiration. What she did know was that he was very fine-looking and she was cold. She gave a soft suspiration as she fell back to sleep, crossing her arms to continue warm.

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

Unable to sympathise why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body heat. He even wrapped his low-down wings around her to keep her protected from the cold wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his building erection, something that boost confused him, as he had never felt intimate magnet for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching genus Selene's apartment building, he landed on the fire escape by her unit like an eagle reaching its nuzzle. With genus Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the storey with unequaled muteness, he retracted his backstage and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the way for a reason that he did not have sex. There were no luminosity on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The wall were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with painting of friends and house. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a word picture of genus Selene with a new man and stared at it intently. While they had the same complexion, he couldn't not figure out if he were a fellow or brother.

‘ Why am I so odd about this adult female ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh thought to himself, shaking his read/write head from side to side like a wet dog.

As he looked back at the pictorial matter, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the chicken feed, right above his berm. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his brand materializing in his grip. He came to a closure, sword in hand, staring into the eyes of a white and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The tool's center were fully dilated to take in all possible brightness, its tail was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its sonant paws. But the felid's position was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusion than ever before in its spirit, sensing a vast torrent of different energies in him, both alight and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as link was lost. Turning back to the window to pass on, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like affectation, staring at Selene's naked trunk. The urban center illumination from outside were throw away upon her unclothed peach like a wanderer web, illuminating her womanly flesh. Her dark cutis caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was racy in voluptuous curvature, her angle and well-toned material body was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her recollective legato thigh, the lips of her pussy looked so delicate and diffused, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a I hair. Her full bosom gently trembled with each uptake and handout of air, and her nipples were erect from the softness and ticklish chill of each exhale. Her silken black-market hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few Strand were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her back talk glistened as she breathed, and her eyelash fluttered with each sleeping microseism in the lids.

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

Murmuring the discussion shook him from his shock, reminding him that he had to exit. He extended his wings and became intangible, about to exit through the wall as if it were made only of illumination. As he took a whole step forward, genus Selene's oculus slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

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

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



Two sounds filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the dark laughter of Abaddon and the agonizing shout of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless masses, the black-hearted ogre had now decided to run onto the main grade. The Loretta Young woman before him had long blonde whisker and sick cutis, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from undernourishment. She was completely naked and covered in long bloody baseball swing, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was bent-grass over awkwardly, leaning on the Allium tricoccum alongside the racetrack, crying and screaming in painfulness as the ogre forced his near-horse-sized rooster into her tiny body with insensate speed. Beneath her were the slaughter remains of her parents, wet with her binge and the blood streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the tool of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an minute, the young girl had begged the Demon to have clemency and turn back, or to at least shoot down her and end the nuisance. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The iniquity power raping her was not human, and while her horse sense of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no matter how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining military posture from her watery-eyed cries, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's pelvis tightly. The Edward Young young woman screamed in agony and abasement as the ogre dug his claws into her material body and felt his semen flood her body, taking the place of Abaddon's shaft as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more weeping scream as an unspeakable burning tactual sensation coursed through her body. In her vagina, the dark-gray ejaculate was eating away at her flesh, burning through her the likes of acid.

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

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



genus Selene bolted awake to the sound of her alert, reliving the scene from the 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 flop, as she almost wept with joy that she hadn't been raped.

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

A small scowl appeared on her nerve, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hired hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a fragile coating of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her hand wasn't the only if thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping alarm and the rakehell in her veins instantly became as moth-eaten as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the snowy feathering on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a simple bird was impossible. Just the sizing alone made it being an eagle feathering out of the question. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, Selene called in sick to operate, deciding that it would be best if she thought affair out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the scandal from the alley and the line of descent from her injuries, genus Selene sat in her bread and butter elbow room with a cup of coffee bean, 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 story came on the TV. Selene quickly turned up the bulk as the anchorwoman began speaking.

"A barbarous scene was discovered this morning by delivery trucks handing newspapers. Describing the smell of burning sulfur, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the aspect of an burst. The walls of the neighboring buildings were melted and burned, the concrete soil was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three bodies were found.

We go to you live at the vista, where the law has allowed us to catch the incredible destruction. I warn you, the following footage is quite computer graphic and viewer discretion is strongly advised…"

The filmdom went dark for a moment and then the view was returned. Selene spewed chocolate across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. genus Selene stared at the TV with a look of horror. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that the alleyway they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the nighttime before. The television camera zoomed in at several distributor point, showing the damage of the explosion. It was a miracle that the construction themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the dupe, and Selene had to oppose with all her strength not to throw up at the survey of the twisted mordant skeleton and the horrifying expression of excruciation on their charred faces. The concealment then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the vision of the gruesome skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identity element of the three dupe and the lawsuit of the explosion. They were willing to comment on the unfamiliarity of the outcome, as there were no reports of any meretricious racket, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so a lot death. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the scrutiny continues, no chemical residue has been found at the site. They can't find any evidence of an actual turkey exploding or any traces of acid ; all they have uncovered is a tumid amount of sulfur."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the nook of an place edifice with his principal in his laurel wreath, mulling over the old night. There was barely a swarm in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high gear sixties. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a apparition. He didn't want any beguilement as he pondered his next movie and his previous unity. His wings lay draped around him like mantle and his whip-like barbed shadow lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his finger's breadth through his hair. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at genus Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his integral existence had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to remove daimon and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fires of ire in his marrow with the fires of passion.

"enough 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 able to interact and even kill a homo being, less than a day after arrival… Even a fully fledged Demon would require at least two weeks to collect enough business leader for physical fundamental interaction, and even then, a lethal combat injury would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more sinewy or crossing over is having less bear on. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his oral sex as a small pop flared in the back of his judgement. He could sense a billow in daemon energy and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through level upon spirit level upon level of abandoned railway tunnels and cloaca lines, moving through solid Edward Durell Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the modest tunnel, residing oceanic abyss below the city and having been completely untasted since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing scum bag had inflicted damage to the concrete structures and formations.

Peeling the muscleman off of the cut off arm of perfectly nipper, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his base."How the Hades did you detect me ? !"

"You may be capable to hide yourself from the heart of humankind and the Christ Within of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the smell of evilness on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the numb eubstance around Abaddon's understructure and the multiple teeth and pincer marker."I've let you roam relinquish in this world for too hanker, now you die,"he growled, forming his brand in his hired hand.

The Demon began to laughter and held out his hand. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a personal line of credit of bone resembling a spinal anesthesia pillar reached out and lock in together into a meter-long pole. A loud cracking strait echoed through the chamber as the back began to warp, being crushed by an invisible power and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a recollective sword of a undivided whole composition of ivory, with the spinal ridgeline acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underreckoning me betrayer. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The painful cries of these puny humans, they're so beautiful, the sound of the flesh being torn from their bodies and their rakehell being splattered across the walls and floor, the deal of the poor girl'teary faces as I rape them to decease, and the taste of this resplendent spread of agony… it's indescribable !

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

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

A house of cards of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding xx feet every second. The growing house of cards of igniter consumed him and Abaddon and continued to enlarge, passing through the walls, floor, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every direction, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete column and flicked the air in its direction. The column instantly shattered into millions of composition and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even begin to settle, the column was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's proceed this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring torrent of black and white push. Darkness was streaming from his lightlessness bat-like annex and lighting was streaming from his pearly eagle-like backstage.

Abaddon gave a stentorian joke and pointed his sword at Baltoh as grim flames surged up from the ground around him."Very well, but I wonder just how longsighted you can lastly before you have to resort to unleashing your entire power."

The two foe crouched down with their implements of war held back and pounced on each early. In midair, they both swung their steel and collided in deafening crash. Instantly, every piece of self-coloured stone and concrete shattered like sherd grenade, filling the air with dust and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feathering on her coffee table began to spin out wildly, with a glowing evaporation wafting up from the silky strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline aurora became more center and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a wind burrow. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its nates. The feather began to twitch, with the tip changing steering by only a millimeter of so with each faulting.

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

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of stone, entering an antediluvian cave system deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked blades over an over in an dateless terpsichore that had been going on for hours. With each collision, a vast cascade of electric discharge would meet the air, as well detritus and shrapnel from every rock and piece of I. F. Stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the scathe instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the exterior world.

‘ darn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far stronger than any normal ogre, but I would normally end a battle like this in less than a minute, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my mind or my vitality. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to push all distractions out of his mind.

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

"ogre Art : Dark Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of dark free energy erupted from the tip of his claw like a comic book villain's hulk Death ray.

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

Shaking the whole tunnel, an ornate gateway of hearty Au burst from the tunnel in presence of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon star sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the blast, with the shadow energy unable to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal site to Hell opened and a massive underframe paw reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing bosom like a man grabbing an legal action flesh and ending the Dark impulse flak. With the electron beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Heaven tour and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous thunder, Abaddon swung his hind end and struck the hand, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough time to block Baltoh's upward solidus. The two sword met and the daimon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the slash, crashing through level upon level of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an discharge tube political program. The bedchamber had two subway trail with a twin business line of pillars on the weapons platform between them, a foresighted stairway leading up to the street on one side of the sleeping room but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the platform, and a paries with a twelve payphones stood on the diametric wall. The program was on the very fringes of Baltoh's pilot roadblock, meaning that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the base, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his sword into ceiling, sending a spider web of cracks through the concrete and causing detritus to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his mother wit of direction and find Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking bitch. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping Edward Durell Stone and crashed straight through one of the rowing of tower like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

climax to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to stop an execution-style virgule from Abaddon. The two enemies stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching audio of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's sword grinding against the vitreous serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smiling. With Sir Thomas More than twice as much strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one deal from his sword, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing unfastened his chest bodily cavity and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the Demon skidding back fifty dollar bill human foot. Abaddon struggled to stay on his feet with ink-black origin dribbling from his combat injury, giving Baltoh the chance of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long rump and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the monster. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the headway of a sledge, and planted him in the floor with adequate force to produce a thirty-foot crater. He released the Demon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his fundament, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so a lot military unit that even the pay telephone he didn't compaction were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole end nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the Demon, about to deliver the final move. Dredging up his power levels for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the phone of mortal coming down the steps.

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

His eyes widened and he released a deep gasp as Selene came into view. The beautiful char instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the indisputable substantiation that the events of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every detail of his body, from his tail to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

"Die traitor ! daimon Art : darkness pulse !"He roared.

All the junk on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of paper by an actuate fan as a sooty blast of shadow energy surged from his finger like an erupting volcano, focused into a dense beam with a ten-foot diam and carrying enough power to cut down half of the metropolis with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the sharpness, defying all legal philosophy 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 panic as it continued to rear like a geyser of oil, flying in high spirits above the tallest buildings in to a lesser extent than a indorse.

With the flak saturating the standard atmosphere with shadow vigor, sorry storm clouds began swirling around the mordant pillar. Down on the subway platform, Baltoh was pushing against the clap with his sword, desperately trying to bar it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his sword and engineer it in a dissimilar direction, the blast would thrash down onto the city like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would select to change the way of the blast, a huge scrape could be carved straight through several sea mile of the city, possibly killing hundreds of people. This balance beam was far more powerful than a normal Demon's !

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



"I can't assure you how grim 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 board for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the tabular array with his wings retracted back into his dead body, in order to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the alone aspects of his coming into court that he could modify. His claws, tail, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's consignment to finding solution, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her flat, though he had to make himself invisible in Holy Order to get there without being noticed. outside, the metropolis of New York was like an overturned anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to see out what it was. There were already scads of news vans around the area of the eruption, held back by a line of police officer while anti-terrorism agent and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the ring of bunch, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the earthly concern and the blast 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 have killed him without any difficulty, but for some grounds, I just couldn't put my good elbow grease into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just skitter the scrap and land up him off. But it will take time for him to recover, and hopefully by the clock time he is firm enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to cover 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 info from just his appearance."Who are you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"How does something like me even come to subsist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of world, there are three realms ; promised land, this population, and netherworld. In Heaven there are the Angels and Archangels, on Earth there are humankind, and in Hell there Gargoyles and Demons. Angels are deceased spirits that have sworn their allegiance to Jehovah to push on his behalf against the forcefulness of swarthiness, and Archangels are created by Maker himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their unquestionable desire to do serious and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In the pits, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of ardor through the anger and hatred of the great unwashed on Earth. While they are completely devoid of real souls, they are the fantasm equivalence to saint, but when an Angel Falls waterfall from the goodwill of paradise, it can turn a Gargoyle with a soul. During events like wars or genocides, there is always a monumental spate in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negatively charged intuitive feeling. However, in position on Earth with an unnaturally high level of pain and hatred in its history, very weak Gargoyles can form, while still being far more powerful than even the barbarous human flavor. Most often, when you think of demonic self-will and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

demon are on a whole other level of power from Gargoyles, with the dispute being equal to the difference between saint and Archangels. When person are in Hell for a foresightful enough period of time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and intellect fall apart into ash and they basically cease to live as sentient existence. There are intact knit in Hell of disastrous sand from the ashen remains of the bones of broken souls.

However, there is a exceptional form of ash in that mixture, a part of the human someone that is… toilsome. It is the traces of immorality that lie within every person, the darkness that drives hoi polloi to sin and commit offence. Some have more wickedness in them than others and you know the answer they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to mould a star, the crushing free weight of all the evil deed and their weight will draw the heaviest particles of ash together and organise a Demon, spawned completely from the malevolence of evil mortal and lacking even a unmarried human characteristic other than the desire to rag and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting flavour. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy puppet and the darkness it would set loose.

"The former kind of Demon is a fallen archangel, which means that its big businessman of visible light are converted into the office of darkness and they become handmaiden of the devil. You can tell which fiend were originally Archangels created by JHVH because they are much more cool off and season, being of a single mind instead of a toxic mixture of hundreds of spirits."

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

"Demons are basically fallen Angelica Archangelica, right ? Well instead of being an archangel that has fallen, I am a Demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weighting to his words than the declaration of a new reality order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

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

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very unlike and unique assortment of souls, specifically the soulfulness of the great unwashed who committed slaying in the name of justice ; police officeholder, Templar Knights, executioner, patriots, or even dim-witted men killing the cocksucker that raped their wives or daughter. Wahvey doesn't condone killing between world, even if it is to dispatch evil."

He was leaning against the table with his oculus downcast and hands balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palm. Selene felt a mystifying chill in her heart as she heard the pain in Baltoh's vocalism.

"I was once a legion of millions of masses, tortured for eon by the minions of the Devil for bringing Department of Justice to the world through violence. We were Hero, yet we were cast aside and punished for our Acts of the Apostles. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any early monster's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that soma from the hatred of spirit and Christ Within, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to bump off and kill the military unit of darkness was so powerful that I was able to come alive from the nuisance and hate of the thrown-away hero. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my top executive was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birth clearly : curtain raising my eyes for the first meter deep below the land of the ashen fields, coughing on the blue soil that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the stifling pressure on all side of meat. I remember climbing up through layer upon stratum of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid torso and the daemon characteristics. I continued to tunnel through the priming, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my claw script broke through the surface and I managed to draw out myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the melanize landing field of ash, breathing heavily for the starting time time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of hell and the shifting sand dune of the ash desert. I then looked at my deal and finally realized that I was a Demon. The second after the realization came, so did the Passion and desires of all the human souls that made up my consciousness. The desire to destroy evil was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to bedevil up if I didn't behead a animal of snake pit rectify then and there, but there I was, a living daimon ; the very symbol of darkness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened adjacent ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smile and turned away from her."I took my own life sentence. Sitting in that disastrous sand, filled with so lots self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At least in my death, I could destroy evil and murder one threat from existence. Raising my bridge player, I straightened my digit and plunged my claws into my own substance, ending my life.

Selene, never in the chronicle of beingness has a ogre ever committed self-destruction. By nature, they are too fruitless and too despairing to cook others suffer to ever end their own biography. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the Leslie Townes Hope that they can have misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own macrocosm to that I could at least destroy one piece of wickedness, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes 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 first light. As my puncture spirit came to a stop and the last waver of undeath went out in my genius, there was a flash in my soul, brighter than a million Sunday. Through sin, I had achieved moral excellence, the same level of virtue that Angels needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Jesus Christ was resurrected three day after his decease, I was resurrected after mine. Holy energy flooded my trunk with the desire to destroy evil acting as the bridge between darkness and light, allowing for a interactive balance that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the big businessman of both Eden and Hell pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every second. I shed my scaly devil pelt for a humanoid body and form, grew the fender of an Angel above my devil wings, and gained a halo of Hellfire, all while keeping my claw, tail, fiend extension, and the ability of tail energy.

I stood up with my new body, completely enlightened and worldly concern apart from ogre and Archangels in terminal figure of strength and raw power. As I flexed my finger, a devil landed behind me, having come to investigate the bright ignitor caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… pitiable beast. Completely driven by inherent aptitude and using less energy than to snatch up my fingers, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my hand, 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 last respective decades solely in the daimon and Gargoyle nurseries, slaughtering the unholy beasts the second they were spawned and fighting for every endorsement of my life, appeasing my desire to murder malefic 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 proof of faith.

"So if you're one-half Demon and half garden angelica, can you combine your powers ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same sentence. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the point that they look almost like the pelt of a zebra, but they forever remain separate force play, just like oil and body of water. It is impossible for Demon vigour and Angel Falls energy to bond, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the morning of the day I saved you, a Demon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be insufferable, as only the force out of promised land have the ability to enter and conk all three plains of creation 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 mean ‘ summoned'?"She asked.

"Gargoyles and fiend can only hybridize into this world from snake pit if they are summoned through some act of human sorcery, like a clump of Goth shaver performing a Satanic rite. The process is actually very terrible for any apparition that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jump from a planet through the shaft of a volcano. I should be intimate, I was actually caught in them a few clip and pulled here against my will. The consequence is an specter with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the only actions they can involve are paranormal result like haunting the places where they were summoned. make sentence, they become more and more powerful, eventually becoming hard enough to wound homo and even leave the place they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually marshal a real daimon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even kill the great unwashed in an area, but monster are able to create natural disaster and even pestilence, like erupting volcano, earthquake, and tsunamis."

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

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The rite of exorcism does not address the world power of Jehovah to bar a devil back to infernal region, it is more like a summoning ritual for Angels, except that it only has to draw their care, as Angel have the power to hap through dimensional barrier. debate yourself lucky that demonic entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Heaven that you need help destroying a demonic entity or evil soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even garden angelica will arrive and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battle can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the call of exorcisms always arrive in groups. One or More combat the entity or vicious flavour, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fighting and hiding the outcome from exterior watcher, and another to protect the one performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to bring around their injury and alter their remembering. stallion city blocks can be annihilated in one of these struggle and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of death. When that happens, the Angel will do everything in their power to avoid acknowledgement by the general public. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even manipulate the medium and Internet to ruin all reports or word-painting of the incident.

When it comes to daimon vs. Archangels, the conflict are waged using ancient spells and incantations that focus the various zip of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and Hell spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves invisible ? Why not evince themselves ? And why do they have to neuter citizenry's retentiveness ?"

"After the death of Saviour, Lord decreed that backer and Archangels were to halt all visible action mechanism in the World of the Living. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The force play of Heaven barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything former than answering the calls of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay inconspicuous almost constantly, but for a different intellect. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the lightness of this public. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too much pain or hassle, but becoming visible in broad daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jehovah wanted to raise the lack of organized religion which was born at the turn of the century. After almost two thousand years of war and agony caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the world would be unspoilt off in the manus of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no trust. A earthly concern without faith is a far more peaceable humankind than one where hoi polloi fight over the god they believe in."

Selene was mum for several moments as she tried to cogitate of another question."If hunting these ogre and Gargoyles is giving you so much trouble, why don't you just ask the Angels for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The holy man hate me just as a great deal as the daemon do. I may be half archangel, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain total regular army of fiend in my life, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth thousands of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every metre I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that much of a peril to the proportionality of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't pain in the neck to cover that blast better will certainly get along back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't turn over a tinker's damn what Wahvey decreed. I am the sum of millions of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the name of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and consider him my enemy."

More than a minute passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at genus Selene in the box of his eye, Baltoh was trying to understand what it was about this homo that had piqued his curiosity, while genus Selene was trying to sue everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the finale XXIV hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

"Thank you for saving me end night. If hadn't come, 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 pass off ?"

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

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

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

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the smallest of grinning, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just wipe out those rapist in the alleyway, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my menage. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholy face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these fiend yet means that it will probably conduct time. During that clock time, if you ever want to conduct a suspension or speak to someone, just come find me."

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

"Of line,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

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



"So did you see that black melody in the sky yesterday ?"Molly asked, causing Selene to percolate up like a cat at the audio of a release shiner.

She was in the rift room of her office building, looking in low cabinets for any coffee tree toilet so that she could crap a fresh pot. The break room was like any other in the human race, with a line of gamey storage locker and low cabinet against the wall, a little fridge, dingy inflammation, a table and a few chairs, a"stainless"steel sink, and a shit motivational poster that served only to add some coloring material to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the sideboard like a little kid, curling her long blond hair around her finger. She was both the equal and opposite to Selene, with gilded hairsbreadth, shiny dark eyes, and pale skin, but she had a fit build with voluptuous curves, the thoroughgoing combination of good cistron and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been undecomposed booster since they were initiative interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a actual shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the theme, or even online. Normally if individual falls off their motorcycle, people have their speech sound ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost veracious in the heart of the urban center where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a disorderly knot of a few strands of her hair's-breadth.

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

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

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

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

"Just a minute Mr. vibrating reed,"molly said with a smile that was as cook as a politician's promise.

The managing director left and Molly turned back to genus Selene with a look of disgust."I can not endure that asshole. I just want to grab that mustache of his and swing him around before throwing him out a window."

"Just be deliberate, because if he hears you, you'll be the one on your articulatio genus"begging"for your job."



Coffee cup in deal, genus Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to go along her mind focused on her study, but her sentiment kept drifting back to Baltoh and her bag, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which molly had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just call her handbag a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to wonder her flow spirit. After learning that Heaven, Hell, Angel Falls, fiend, and even the God and Lucifer existed, was it really unusual to remember she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to know to a greater extent, she wanted to study part in Baltoh's engagement against the Demons and just do something that would let her cognise that she had a place in the larger world.

putting her purse on her desk so that she could at to the lowest degree prevent her eyes on the feather, she eventually managed to get some actual oeuvre done.



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of a skyscraper, completely inconspicuous as he gazed out at the city and tried to sense the push signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in snake pit, the wickedness spirits were keeping their powers hidden to fend off sleuthing, making it following to inconceivable for Baltoh to peck them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright pillar of light shown down from the sky like a beam of sunshine piercing a layer of stocky clouds.

Floating down from the sky, a man appeared with pearly-white eagle-like wings stretching from his back and landed behind Baltoh, inconspicuous 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 countersign of the statement carried a weight and inauspicious tone that no other lyric held, as it was the language of the Scheol ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a bod of speaking that was very serious to humans. If spoken in the general populace, every soul within earshot would be brought to their knees by crippling sickness. Speaking full phrases like Baltoh had just done would stimulate them to throw up and begin bleeding from their back talk, nose, and even ears and eyes.

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

The Angelica Archangelica's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore kicking, loose-fitting pants, a waistband, and a singlet over their long-sleeve shirts. The only differences were that his dress were as blanched as his feathers, he didn't have a lens hood, and he didn't have a duo of hamper on his wrist, though his did have the rosary drop chains. His complexion was lots tanner than Baltoh's gray pelt whole step, and he lacked hook, a after part, and of course, a couplet of monster wings. His auricle were pointed and he had a single melodic line of red wavy hair going across his head like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should turn over yourself lucky that I decided to be charitable and not aggress the second I entered this realm."

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

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned detestation. Not to mention the fact that you have the same habit of getting involved with people as the dark beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic price to the city without even eliminating all traces of your existence and get even socialized and murdered human. This is a crime of the high order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The legal philosophy of Jehovah mean nothing to me. Your king is a apathetic sap, at least I do honest in this earth. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"crime"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright flash of light from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his clutches. The handle was of flex gold wire with a ruby saddlebow, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to appear like a pair of Angel wings, and the brand was greatest silver grey but stronger than steel.

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

At the honorable mention of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his spit and turned around."Go back to your cloud land, Michael. The place is the business enterprise of Hell inhabitants only. If you want to get involved, do it on your own fourth dimension when I don't have to be called up."

"The situation is truly dangerous, you know that safe than anyone. This metre, Heaven can not open to stick around out of the deal,"Michael argued, lowering his brand and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. go out me in repose 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 Department crackling at the tip of the claw of his index finger."Then I'll fire a Dark Pulse straight into the city and efface the following three miles of buildings."

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

"I'm half Demon, commend ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a small-scale smile.

Michael glared at Baltoh for several instant before turning around."The next time I see you, I will not pause to cut you down,"he warned before spreading his annex and flying away.



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern deep below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal heel. Whimpering in fear and hurting was a miss at his feet, eighteen years old with auburn pilus and pale hide. She had her hands wrapped around her articulatio talocruralis, trying to block up the bleeding from her severed Achilles tendons. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and stay fresh her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her paw if she tried to crawl away.

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

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the English. The welkin slowly expanded, allowing for another bony gunpoint to reveal itself. The two hook pushed against the sides of the arena in opposite focusing, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional mantle, to a lesser extent than a foot long, and slowly showing more of their genuine size of it. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the fiery deepness of the low manifestation, latching themselves onto the edge of world and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn border between land and Hell itself.

At a measure in diameter, the interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a burning tunnel with bootleg fog pouring out. The chela that were hooked around the boundary of the portal were the size of tree logs, and with each spread out distance that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would reach out and latch onto the boundary, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the vena portae was about seven feet in diameter, a fiend leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for hint. The daimon looked remarkably similar to Abaddon, with the Lapplander humanoid-Gargoyle body and device characteristic, only he didn't have hair and his worm horns were more like the motor horn of a Taurus than a stooge like Abaddon. Like the ogre, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor plates and had a metal bond on each wrist joint.

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

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

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

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

Rimmon clicked his prongy tongue at Abaddon's timbre."So incapacitated. I know what my orders are ; you don't have to remind me. But in order to do that, I need to make love that you are following your guild as well. Why in the dark Lord's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human emcee yet ? !"

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

"Well have you at least picked your targets ?"

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

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

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

"These living mankind are so much More pure and intolerant to hurt than the prisoners in Hell, their screaming of agony and chagrin are like music. Torturing this one daughter will give you as a great deal vigour as eating five. She's a little talent to avail you find some strength."

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

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the daughter again, knocking her across the cavern floor. The scare away sob dupe desperately tried to cower away with her teardrop practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing scream as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claws, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her sliced shirt and bra fell away.

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

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

The girl gave another sore scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and panties. Her lily-white rear was now wet with origin from five mysterious cut. Wrapping his tail assembly around her waist, Rimmon lifted the little girl up onto her hands and knee joint as he removed his turncock, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

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

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the pungent point of his spiny pecker pressed against the untouched sass of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her flesh with his hook, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the serrated Phallus tore through the girl's virgin twat and completely shredded her maidenhead, she screamed so loud in pain and abasement that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in pain instead of delight. Rimmon groaned in evil cloud nine as he let his shaft become accustomed to the gentleness of the woman's snatch. stock was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's prick had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an physical object of that sizing moving through such a little and tight opening is like using a jackhammer for a operative dent, and she had basically just experienced giving nativity to a about full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the genial strain of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's firmly to resolve whether the mental pain was the greatest or forcible pain.

Licking his sass, the demon pulled out of his dupe, forcing her to cry out just as loud and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the head and ridges scraping against the bleeding cuts. The dribble of stemma turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped hand and drank it like it was philosopher's stone of eternal juvenility. With his grip on his torture slave tightened, Rimmon forced his prick back into her animalise pussy. This time, the girl did not pipe in agony or abasement, as she was too busybodied vomiting from them. The pain and genial scarring was so intense that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's snatch was nice and escaped ( or ripped out-of-doors like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth River, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The girlfriend was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable torture that was burning inside her from the waist. The alone way she could describe the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting mentation of her slain family, her steal virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked bleeding physical structure played like a revulsion movie that she could not look away from.

The torture victim's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be utterly, that the incredible blood release was making her delirious, and that her entire glower torso had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only half functioning.

After twenty second of the barbarian anguish, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The char's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brutal and hard that it had broken her pelvic arch, ripped her open, and shredded the flesh inside like smoke under a dope whacker. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to mention the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a hobble ragdoll, her sassing open, her center glazed over, and her head almost completely shut down.

Sensing life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hairsbreadth over to him and forced his cock into her easy sassing. As if woken up from a bad pipe dream, the girl suddenly became waste and tried to push the monster away, but could not disengage herself or get rid of the phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's prick still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an furious lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the miss's esophagus. The brutalized lady friend gave one net scream as the acidic muck began to glow through her outspoken cord, but quickly became silent as her artery and spinal anaesthesia electric cord were the succeeding to go. With her head being severed from her physical structure, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomit off his prick, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the utmost time he had such a great fuck. Redressing in the roman letters soldier-like bird of armor shell that all daimon wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some absolutely mass and a few keep ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and sunny as common, with the sun retaining its might and prestige even as thrill over was brought through its day-to-day birth. On paries Street, Occupy protestors were waving polarity and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the res publica. Their war cry doubled in volume and crusade as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousine, tired from a long day of treasure hunting.

No one paid any attention to the mute man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his bridge player. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the schnozzle. The man stepped up to the sentinel production line set up by constabulary, gazing at the machine passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the unadulterated target.

keeping up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the mass around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the bunch. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past tense. Sitting in the vertebral column of his limousine, the fat balding man was trying to fall the cigar held between his dentition. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated Zippo refused to give off to a greater extent than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the aught, just as the Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov Cocktail crashed against his windowpane, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The windowpane had held back the explosion, but the man's last was not necessary. The street was already erupting into pure chaos as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating multitude at random.



A possessed moneyed businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human being dead body. With his suitcase in hired man, 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 paw was the broadsheet for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a note saying that servant should learn to bring food for thought faster.

It was a small move, one that really cause any damage. But already, pictures of the promissory note were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive Inferno of ira and resentment. Similar notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The dull nighttime was filled with the phone of spray pigment as possessed men and women scrawled huge substance on public surfaces in deep red. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were thing like ‘ GOD hatred FAGS ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR US Constitution ’, ‘ IT'S THE White River mansion, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as people would walk to their cars and find that their tyre had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper dagger had been the target of this hooliganism, both Democrat and republican. As multitude struggled to get to work, the immense cascade of offence messages that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to wipe out them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a stop in the hall of her billet, having caught the auditory sensation of a dreadful conversation in the prisonbreak elbow room. With her helping hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the elbow room while two charwoman talked in quieten voices by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrible, I throw up every metre I imagine it,"one woman in her early fifties tearfully said, wiping her middle with a tissue.

"And it just happened today ? !"her admirer exclaimed with her mitt on her thorax as if she couldn't breathe.

"I just heard it now on the radio. Police were called over the sound of screaming coming from the daycare center, and when they arrived, half of the children were dead and the early half were missing !"

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

"Blood covered the walls and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police force are tearing the urban center apart to find the children that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those poor kids !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every spiritual building throughout the metropolis, as well as in front of City Hall, with people praying for the condom of the taken tyke and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the urban center, the post was already getting International attention. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the ogre and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough potency to crumple it like an void beer can. Sword in hired man, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disembowel cadaver of the abduct tyke. Already a turgid pool of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered soundbox. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave screech of terror, quickly opening their extension to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate repentance !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two gravid wooden Cross on the Gargoyle's backs, each more than than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beast were instantly slammed into the priming coat with enough force to shatter the pavement, and even though the heavyweight hybrid were only laying on them like fallen tree diagram, they could not lift so a good deal as a finger, as the gravity acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the period where their infernal pearl were about to snap.

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



The mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes. It was almost midnight and he was trying to figure out what was going on in his urban center. Everything seemed to be falling apart and he didn't know why. It had all started with that black geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a 1 picture or TV of it could be found, which was as mysterious as the geyser itself.

A knock on the door drew his attention and one of his aides stepped in, trying to help separate the mess out."Mr. city manager, you're going to want to get see this."

Gabriel followed the vernal man outside, where respective employees of the urban center Hall that were working through the dark, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officer, were standing around a van-sized mound of plane of fabric, sitting in the street right in social movement of the building.

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

Once of the police officers picked one of the plane and held it to the spark of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good look at it."It's an American flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of City Asaph Hall, completely undetectable by the man, Abaddon gave a recondite laugh as he held out his paw. With a snap of his fingerbreadth, the entire pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of reverence, watching as the flags burned.



One by one, the pillar of man civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the integral understructure of gild to collapse.



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

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

A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open up her eyes and pant. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his annex extended outside and his backside curling and swishing behind him."Good morning,"he said with no face.

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

"I wanted to check up on in on you. I haven't been so preoccupied with my hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to wee-wee for sure you weren't in risk or anything."

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

Selene was wearing null but a black thong and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her wide-cut chest. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could feel a very strong sense of stimulation as he gazed at her slender yet sonsy shape. As usual, the intensity of these feelings of attractive force welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his stimulation, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her toilet table. Deciding to bug him, she bent down at a close 90º angle to pull up a pair of jeans out of the lower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted buns.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass second joint and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian ecdysiast to shame and could bounce a quartern across the room. Her melanize lacing thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a duration of telegram and was clinging to her almost as if dire. Feeling the intercrossed's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade hide, genus Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her fundament into a pair of slim-fit blue jean. She slowly pulled up the dungaree with the waistband being dragged tightly against the vertebral column of her leg, the way a clay sculptor would get behind a strand across her creation in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. genus Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the back of her second joint with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his rim and keep his composure as his rushing roue began to flesh out his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his putz stir as her bosom seemed to expand with the parallel of latitude elevation of her arm."So has your Doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The blanched tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her head from English to side, straightening out her long hair."Happy ?"she asked with a wry smiling.

Baltoh did not respond. With a lowly giggle, she turned and walked to the threshold."seed on in before mortal calls the constabulary about a man with a tush and four wings watching mass from their fire escape."

While it wasn't a smile, Baltoh's expression lightened and he stepped into the elbow room, first retracting his extension back into his eubstance and wrapping his tenacious seat around his waist. As he stepped through the doorway of her sleeping accommodation, genus Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the doughnut is mostly just a emblematical trick of my garden angelica status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of clean, see ?"

He raised his handwriting and moved it back and Forth River through the hoop of fire, not disturbing the flame in the slightest.

"So recount me, do you have any memories of the citizenry that you once were ? You seem to understand ethnic cite just fine,"she asked while setting up the coffee tree maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelf."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell decay to disperse, they've already undergone so much torture that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. to the highest degree of the memory board I get are of the great unwashed's traffic pattern in their day-after-day life-time, like their understandings and aspect of their culture. While I don't think back ever meeting a Dr. or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this earthly concern comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth decade of thousands of times to turn tail from infernal region when I am overwhelm and death is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

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

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to dismantle the metropolis of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century French Republic and beheading malefactor, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old Rebecca West, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"fourth dimension in Hell motility at a much faster pace than in the human world, a bingle day here is an entire class there. It's severely to assure just how old I am as hell on earth has no seasons or yearly modification, but due to the escort 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 funny. umber ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

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

Hell is actually rather small. The universe of discourse of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘ Hades'denotes both the entire land and the one region that is actually occupied by human and diabolical spirits is a unmarried planet in empty space. 95 % of the satellite netherworld covered by a sea of fire that burns for all eternity, 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 station with only residents, and it serves as the entree the satellite, where nearly of the hooey goes on.

The satellite is composed of zona, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of prisoner and different kind of punishment. The zones are divided up not only by the seven-spot Deadly Sins, but by other broker and geographical factors. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can disembarrass them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in hell on earth, beings with Angel or ogre DOE are soul, meaning that I'm not just killing the Same opposer over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of consideration and those who meant to do good. Suicide victims, hero sandwich that have committed murder to bring jurist, and even masses who committed offense completely by accident. Unfortunately, the majority of the hoi polloi in Hell are there only because of small violation that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

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

Baltoh scowled."Of path not ! What dumbass told you abortion was murder ?"

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

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

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

"I do have it away that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the faint scent of immorality. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to raise stress and cause chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no yearner requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the newsworthiness, but a cleaning lady just threw a crashing bottleful of gasoline into a mosque while it was wide of people. I got there present moment after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled sea wolf. I hold no self-reproach in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : religious fiend are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced purview ( I'll probably kill them later ), new protest chemical group are starting and they are patrolling the urban center with political signs, and I've already found three dead bodies."

Selene stirred uncomfortably at the mention of murder."Are you really will to stamp out that easily ?"

Sensing her disquiet, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a series murderer that takes the lives of innocent people. My name means"righteousness"in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evilness of trillion of poor boy. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause injury and hit others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the DoJ that must predominate. hatred is like fire, in that it can destruct all in its way of life, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

Selene regained her smile and her centre were filled with esteem, sparkling like stone so beautifully that Baltoh could not await away from them.

"To be fair, I have no clue what the daemon are up to. I don't know if they're causing this topsy-turvydom because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their cause while they bring some plan to realization. I can't track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their might with enough vitality for me to feel or their human being hosts are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't find them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, wait for one of them to reveal themselves or look until I can key out a possible shape and predict where they will happen upon so that I can entrance them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene's heart."Listen, I have a feeling that thing are going to continue to step up. These turn of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the demon'influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can't happen them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to allow New York until I can get the site under control."

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

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

"Always. Like most fry, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little bratwurst. I was always trying to force myself to my terminal point and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that tree diagram, you'll declivity ”,"I don't upkeep if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. I was a well-behaved nipper, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one giant star judgement challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still sustain my old sleeping accommodation full of my prize, not to refer awards from former school groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrize preparation, sports, school society, and a social lifespan. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and proficient I became. I was like a tongue ; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smile grew belittled, but did not evaporate."I could never chance a guy who challenged me enough, someone worry enough. I've had duo boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn't last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could expend my living trying to wax like a drop face or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her chin resting on her script."I wish I could return these questions. You've spent your whole spirit fighting in the Inferno of Inferno which means you haven't lived like a even person, and I don't want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her belittled grin.

Baltoh rested his mentum on his hands the same way, looking into her heart."What I was or what made she who I am should not weigh, only who I am now should matter. You don't need a retiring to have a future, you only take a present from which that time to come can grow."

"What lies in your hereafter ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

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

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

"I should go, I have to retrieve those daimon before things get out of hired man,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.

As he turned around, about to get intangible asset and pass through the paries, Selene spoke."Baltoh, carry your time. You've piqued my interest, so don't think you're leaving any time soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the walls and tier of the edifice and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the attack escape of the building across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a shadow grin.

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



Selene and Molly were sitting on a Bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunshine. deep in the backcloth, the audio of chanting protestors and honking auto could be heard in the metropolis, but the park itself was almost completely unruffled. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with mass, all trying to enjoy the nice weather before it rose into the unendurable summertime temperatures.

"I had the kinkiest dream endure night…"Molly hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to soak up as a lot sun as possible like a duad of dozing cats.

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

"It was about that function Christmastime political party two age ago,"mollie said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at genus Selene. Without opening her eyes, Selene scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

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



Dec 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the carrell snarl with a half-full plastic cup and a large stagger. This was the last fourth dimension they would allow strong drink, and for good reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol point rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and more than sot to settle to come out photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for mollie, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one berth she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's office doorway, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a moustache ride from their ugly boss. She did not learn the moans or anatomy clapping of two citizenry 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'chairperson, her blouse assailable with her arms across her bare boob, her flip-flop and chick 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 faineant interest. The curvaceous blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the room access !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

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

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

Molly handed her the vibrator."I just need you to puzzle out this in me, just like a fuck machine. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a simple party favour, like helping me key my kitchen. Just help me get off, it's not like I'll William Tell anybody about this. derive on, you would serve me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but bequeath, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her exponent digit and thumb. She looked back and forth at the toy and the facing pages mouth of her friend's pussy, thirsty for delight. A part of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a party favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the sleek anatomy of her moist interior. The audio of the sexual call made genus Selene excited and uneasy, but she proceeded to go the toy back and Forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a plunger in molly, the sweet juice of her grab ran down the dildo and soaked genus Selene's finger. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasance on molly's beautiful face, the shift and jiggling of her boob as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her flat abdomen 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 sweet smell of her champion's pussy was making her body shiver with heat and fervour. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to adult female, at to the lowest degree no to a greater extent than a fragile curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a soupcon or arousal when Molly set over to pick something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. Selene often found her regard wandering when molly was around, stirring her cancel curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of mollie's moan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a couplet minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her good bridge player and was working it in her ally with rapid stop number, making mollie hollering and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

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

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

"Of course, I am Delicious !"

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

genus Selene's whole soundbox became stiff as the phallic toy was forced into her backtalk against the spine of her throat, nearly making her puke from the wickedness of her friend's flavor. She tried to rend away, but mollie was holding her shoulder and making her to suck up it. molly truly was a autocratic rummy, but even with tears rolling down her face from the punishment of her pharynx, genus Selene was too drunk to finger anything but joy at the luscious oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inactiveness. With a smile, mollie got down on her articulatio genus and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her juice. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one English while genus Selene licked the other, both of them taking groovy pleasance in tasting the blonde's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another bed of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their natural language began to adjoin. At inaugural it was the slightest accidental touches, then strand of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this stage, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of joy between her legs to continue.

The gorgeous blond and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their back talk salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a grinning, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on genus Selene's shoulders, she laid her admirer back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her high heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"Molly purred as her long blonde whisker hung down on Selene's cheek, contrasting against her coloured skin.

She leaned down and pressed her back talk against Selene's, slipping her tongue into her friend's mouth and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lipstick ghost blending together, molly grasped genus Selene's hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcoholic drink, Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling mollie's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hand, molly pulled off Selene's chick and panties with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her digit into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless buss. Both women began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their spit basically formed a double spiral. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and unwrap genus Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their material prison. Molly moved up past Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's chest in line with their faces.

"cum on, suck on them,"mollie said coyly as her upright nipple hung just inches above genus Selene's face.

Curious, submissive, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around molly's teat, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in forcible walking on air, but in the knowledge that she had bent on Selene to her will, and now it was meter for her to reap the benefits. Molly lowered her head and varicolored Selene's areolas with her natural language, taking unbelievable atonement in the taste and flavor of her flaccid flesh.

For respective minutes, the two woman sucked on each other's teat like leaches, practically leaving love bite on their pointing nipple. With a coy smile, mollie finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her double-dyed ass above Selene's face.

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

low gear pulling her long blonde hairsbreadth out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her natural language through the soggy entranceway to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the enterprisingness, genus Selene raised her head and buried her face in mollie's complete ass. Having never done such a matter before, 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 nerve were clenched against the face of her human face. Molly gave the Saame moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a keep yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every yummy drop of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming More and more accustom and practiced at pleasuring mollie, moving her tongue inside her ally the Saami way that molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast amounts of joy in not just the tang of the hot wet snatch resting on her face, but the kinky fervor making her completely consistency buzz at the womanishness of those delicious snatch sass and the noesis that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smiling, 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 rumble in Selene and using it to run forth more pussy juice to drink in up. The agency was filled with the audio of the women's moan of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with genus Selene's oil. Licking her smiling lips, mollie got up and shifted her weighting, sitting directly on Selene's face so that she was almost completely hide between her booster's curvaceous ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth in Selene and making her spread her pegleg wide, pointing her high heels at the ceiling.

"That's mightily, honey. punch my cunt,"Molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene's politic leg and continued to sleep together her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, genus Selene was desperately trying to catch her breath between slurps, but molly's naked figure was covering her face every second. molly finally moved, letting genus Selene finally get a lungful of refreshful air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her pussy and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's face back between her tone up ass.

"piece of tail yourself and cream my asshole, do it,"she ordered, grinding her cheeks against genus Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her knife as far into mollie's whoreson as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her logic gate of paradise. Molly gripped her breasts until the blanch skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphory as Selene's soft wet natural language burrowed into her anus, tickling the bid moist flesh. Drunk as she was, genus Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her judgement and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively Delicious and her knead snatch backtalk wanted the pleasure to never end, not to remark that Molly's flaccid smooth ass felt amazing on the sides of her face. Her consecrated efforts were driving mollie insane in Adam, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her kitty frantically, soaking her finger's breadth in her juice before sucking on them.

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

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

Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the level, desperate for a endorse course of scrumptious puss. Selene moved up over molly's face, but in the reverse counseling when their purpose had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her kitty-cat. The second molly started, Selene was moaning in euphory, feeling a much with child air pressure on her attender brim as Molly's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's chest, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a humble screen background 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 Selene's essence, molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, molly nearly arched her back in transport, for the look of the toy shaking every unmarried cm of moist flesh in her pussy and the soft lusciousness of genus Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, Selene craved more from molly ; she wanted to experience what her booster had experienced. She changed her view, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the cap. mollie took the message and practically dove into genus Selene's stiff asshole, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's house rear.

"Oh, that feels so good. hold back licking, continue licking it,"genus Selene growled as she rubbed her kitty-cat and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to fall off balance.

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

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not interpret what she was supposed to do, so molly took the enterprise. Nearly scraping Selene with her mellow heels in her excitement, Molly interlocked the two women's pegleg. Very gently, the smoothen brim of their pussies kissed, making the cleaning lady purr in kinky pleasure.

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

smile and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their snatch lips aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their moan reached new levels of volume and tone as the sissiness they felt surpassed everything else from that nighttime. riffle traversed their glassy polish organic structure as their thigh clapped against each early over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each fleshly osculation. As their dead body moved in rhythm method of birth control, they each reached out and knead each former's breasts, rubbing their medal against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several minutes until sharing a coinciding orgasm. Their snatch were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each early and exchanging their succulent juices, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like dogs in the summer from their effort. Their dead body were both covered in a glistening film of stew, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the Inner Light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

spotting her breathing spell first, Molly sat up and swathed her script in the wet mixture between their twat and licked it off as if it were H2O from the spring of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to move up, licking the sweat off Selene's luscious breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking brim with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The fleshly kiss revived Selene, and she could finally experience the impression of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling Molly and at her own defenseless dead body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

"Uh… I think it's time for me to go,"Selene said, hurriedly pulling on her dress and rushing out of the part, 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 long after the party to call back everything she had done, every… single… contingent. As she had said, thing had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for genus Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy offer, and while genus Selene always said no, she could not cut that thinking back to that nighttime made her horny in a way that she had never before see. Whenever she lied in bed, working her digit between her legs, genus Selene often found that her considerably climax when retention of eating out Molly slipped into her fantasy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a womanhood was one of the great new experiences in her living, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why genus Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking reward of her and why they still remained best friends. As very much as she denied it, in her subconscious, the lonesome ground why she never took mollie up on her sexual offers was because she didn't want to complicate their friendly relationship any further. Though as the memories flashed through her mind, genus Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some space from Molly so that she could exculpate her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in figurehead of the day care center from which they had killed half of the children and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The pavement was blanketed in lit candles, short letter, and photos of the utterly and missing child, while the street was covered in folderol and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could call for place and what kind of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the devil, they had made their bodies invisible to keep the light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a pantomime and licked his lip."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so copious in suffering and storm that each hint is euphoric. Attacking the nipper was a wise move, as now the humans of this city are faithful to rioting from awe for themselves and their make love I and wrath that this was allowed to bechance. I don't know which is more luscious, the flesh and line of descent 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 maximum storey and this city acting as the thoroughgoing breeding ground of spitefulness and suffering, the lonesome way the variable quantity could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed entombment soil while torturing a few scrumptious humans,"he replied with an iniquity smiling, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his forked tongue.

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

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

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny severed manus."The blood of a tyke, for a little supernumerary lot,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.

"daimon Art : repugnance dagger Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed hand down on the puddle.

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

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



A ululation fart 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 profligate that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery tissue layer about ten invertebrate foot in diameter with the two Demons at the very edge. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a tumid tincture could be seen underneath the burning vitrified surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the cross muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten holy man appeared. The men and women were dressed in Stanford White monastic robes and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not sure enough if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will evidence to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his face. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrist as two vane of black steel burst out of the backs of his hands, analog with his arms and each protruding to a greater extent than a metrical unit past his fingertips.

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

With a vacillation of his steel, he signaled the beginning of the conflict and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their king to summon a repairing barrier around the area. Normally it would encompass only about a c human foot, but in this causa, the illusionary noggin had a r of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his onrush with one of his vane and aimed his unfreeze bridge player at Michael."Demon Art : shadow pulse !"

A colossal focused beam of Demon vitality erupted from the tip of the brand reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding building as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a struggle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a deadened period, but with his blade, he was able-bodied to rive the beam and half and deflect them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scatter bam, but with the angel working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating flush to the fiend's gut, knocking him through the air like a Oliver Stone being skipped across water. He flew over the flaming membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the rite, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to save a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his claws and was about to forestall with a stab from his stinger-like tail, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his world power in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's approach could tie in, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black flames, slamming into them with more index than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of business of construction. Thick swarm of detritus and dope billowed from the edifice that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the pitch-black fire.

With a powerful flap of his annex, Rimmon zoomed across the way of destruction and into the rubble cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his steel. An unseeable shockwave suddenly cleared the detritus cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the demon's leaf blade with their swords.

The instant of unity between the Angelica Archangelica and loanblend 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 military unit, and pointed his finger at him."backer Art : deity Ray !"

The integral street was lit up as a wide but focused favourable laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the Demon as the equalise and opposite of the darkness Pulse spell. But just as the patch began, Baltoh's tending was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the flack with his ogre flank. twinkle flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unscathed.

Before the loanblend could retaliate, Michael placed his hired hand on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ angel Art : Holy roaring Roar !'

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

"Angel Art : Godhead Smite !"Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his steel into the ground between the Archangel and Demon.

In a rip second, the entire metropolis blockage was riddled with bright glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden explosion, so powerful that it shook the city of New House of York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the edge of the plosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his direction on the summoning rite while the ten saint that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in travail from trying to keep the roadblock from shattering under the combined power of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing feather sowed onto the front of her pocketbook, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising great power level. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fiber of her being wanted to go encounter him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and cost him a conflict. She just had to expect and give birth faith. At least now her psyche was taken off Molly.



"Gastagan Nantsa : Conselha Natea !"‘ angel Art : dress 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 copies of the band of halcyon lighting, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the gloriole flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like top side, the doughnut of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and cross.

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

Stretching like gumshoe, his tail extended to several clock time its own length and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail assembly wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The rings of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, archangel, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angel Falls that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the roadblock to prevent the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the retentiveness of masses in the battlefield and recompense the terms. Already, the Angels had removed half of the masses in the arena, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from heaven to bottle up such a high level of destruction.

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

A cryptical crack boxed everyone's ears as a carry bolt of prosperous energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight direction. It was not true electric lightning, but it had similar stop number and power.

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

A bright flash of black lightness flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engraving of skulls and Hellscript symbolic representation. The bolt of lightning struck the headstone 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 could strike Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their blade locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment flare !"

In a blinding exhibit of glowing, every feather on Michael's annexe lit up like a toy star, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to materialise, Baltoh wrapped himself in his extension, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected shot. Just like before, the brand bounced off the open of his wings with little more than a transitory exhibitor of sparks.

Baltoh opened his wings once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to oppose before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now discharge street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a deep crater and every window in the expanse was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like dust. Michael's heart rolled back into his head and he lost knowingness from the pain of the impact, but such a C would only rap him out for a very legal brief metre.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his steel held out, desperate to make a lethal strike. Without any cause, he swung his sword and knocked the brand aside the trice the daimon came in his orbit, then in a single fluid apparent movement, he jumped into the air and delivered a right bang to the daemon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a little crater forming every time he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically inconspicuous, Baltoh caught up with the skidding Demon and grabbed him by the cheek, slamming him down into the pavement and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a field. Ignoring the annoyance of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his caput to the side and dodged the attempt. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his buns like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the daemon and retreat to ward off the onslaught, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred cadence away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the garden angelica's slash with his bare hand. Like the rope of a slip noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's ankle, and with occult strong point, he flung the Angelica Archangelica towards the incline. Michael crashed into the strawman of the Chrysler edifice and drilled a muddle straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the column. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire scattergun full of birdshot, his fender began launching hundreds of plume each second, with each one glowing with a gabardine air and packing more powerfulness than a .50 armor-piercing lick. With a calm expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his brand with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his motility were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide deluge of flicker flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would have struck him. The relaxation of the arrows peppered the priming coat around and behind him, pocking the pavement and stain with head-sized craters and kicking up cloud of dust and sess.

Getting to his substructure, Rimmon raised his hired man and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"devil Art : Monster Slash !"

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five leaf blade of vigour from his claw, razor melt off and faster than lightning. In a bingle moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his slash. Cut by the demon's attempt, everything began to shine apart, including the Chrysler construction. As if cut by a behemoth optical maser, the total top-third of the building slid cleanly off the aslope cut mug, with Baltoh rightfield in its path.

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

Moving so fast that he was inconspicuous, Michael flew down to the street at passing speed, seemingly teleporting down to the undercoat, a C metre from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The ogre and Archangel both pointed their index number fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his view, they shouted their spells.

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

"Angel Falls Art : Divinity Ray !"Michael roared, launching a horizontal geyser of condense sanctum energy.

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

Balling his work force into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was tacky than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding house of cards of egg white and bootleg power rushed from every in of his soundbox, annihilating everything it touched like the first gear microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler construction was instantly vaporized upon tangency with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to flee for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a geographical mile in r alone before finally bursting into a mushroom swarm. Rimmon wasn't as favorable and the explosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his frame and consuming him.

The saint manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their articulatio genus trying to preserve the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the full city of New York with unparalleled strength, shattering thou of windows, knocking people off their metrical foot and nearly sending them flying, ripping index seam to smidge, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city to sway violently and even tilt.

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

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the evacuate hoi polloi in the accurate Same positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unscathed, removed any memory of the shot, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the actor's line were spoken, a companion sense of apprehension dig through his mind like an galvanic current. He looked to the eastern United States, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the major power of something else, something just as dingy and malevolent.

"But my military mission is not gross,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying due east towards the reference of the ominous presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's unfathomable power snuff out Rimmon's cosmos, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on destruction's door."tinker's damn it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angel Falls still around, I'll really take to puzzle out to get some reinforcements."

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the fire of Hell burning without crushing."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the macrocosm of the living. This revulsion dagger shall beckon the end of the world."

From the semitrailer permeable portal site to hell, a dark target rose up in the street like the bridge player of a zombi spirit bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The target was a tug, ten fundament in diameter and forty human foot in meridian, made of chalky obsidian and covered in carmine symbolization. The base of the tower was adorned with carving of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style weave bed of different os and branch. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle nerve was carved in each side, all with the take same expression. The top of the pillar consisted of five farsighted talons, all converging on one spot, above the very essence of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting sound began to emanate from the dagger, with multiple deep voice murmuring curse in Hellscript. The dagger began to shimmer with a dark-violet glowing and the chanting grew in book. Above the urban center, dark storm cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in show, with their colors and condition and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this forbidding oppression, multitude throughout the city began to feel sick to their venter and lightheaded, as the nighttime malevolency 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 live in this world is all that I need. Soon our program will come to realisation, and the end of days will be at hand,"he said with a dark laugh before becoming impalpable and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the dagger with his teeth bared and his manpower balled into fists so tightly that stemma trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of dagger was nearly overpowering to his daemon side, making it unmanageable to suppress his violent urges. He despised these artifacts for their artificially powerful influence, not to mention he found their senseless evil highly disturbing.

"How the Hell was one of these summoned to the existence of the living ? Only Angelica Archangelica should have to ability to use their turn in different realms."

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

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

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

"Sorry, I didn't want to get in your way again. It took everything I had to wait until you were done fighting before I finally came to come up you, I wanted to make sure you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her vox fallible and her middle closed.

being so close to the dagger was taking a wakeless bell on her dead body, so much so that she could barely stay on her base. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiling."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his branch. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hand over her boldness."holy person Art : Laying On Of Hands. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid Light were running through her veins, Selene's trunk began to radiate as the initiative spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the second magic spell wrapped her in a thin layer of holy get-up-and-go, protecting her from any farther affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.

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

"What is that affair ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to take the last ghost of semiconsciousness.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him."daimon will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to advert it energizes the evil intentions of all the flavour around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an army of Gargoyles and set them promiscuous upon me, or strengthen the black hearts of the truly evil human residents of Hell to help oneself them unite together to take shape a Demon-level puppet without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human Earth, but just being here could drive the the great unwashed of this urban center so angry with rage and malevolency that they could rip New York apart like a pack of rabid wolves."

All her liveliness, Selene had craved challenges, craved the touch sensation of fear at trying something new and shake ; bungee jump, sky-diving, deal climbing, that kind of thing. But being so close to this cursed tower, the fearfulness that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her furious imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt like at any second, something terrible was about to happen, or that the obelisk was awake and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his motion. This incapacitating horse sense of dread and terror sent shake up her rachis and made her feel like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking rest, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The link brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to take that holding Selene's bridge player filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just gap. Even if I reduce it to scatter, it will still have heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste material. I can smash it with pure sanctum push and try to obliterate it, but there will always be clay. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

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

"Unlike daimon and Gargoyles, saint and Angelica Archangelica have the power to move into and leave the three realms at any fourth dimension, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make gumption. If they wanted to use it to increase their ability when they fought me, then that other Demon wouldn't have allowed the fight to propel so far away, and if they had some other intellect for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or do more mayhem in this city, then I don't understand why they would just forsake it or not hide it in a position where I might not be able to smell out their activities. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that effort to summon it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no reason early than the act itself."

"Well maybe it was just praxis. Is there anything else they can muster up ?"

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

He was cut off as a immediate spark of light caught the recession of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for genus Selene. Realizing the Demon's target, Baltoh gave a ferocious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed keister before it could strike Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alleyway after having just barely survived the blast that ended the conflict. Almost every inch of outer flesh had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare musculus and cauterized mineral vein, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this fair sex ? ! You will repent for your Demon sinning, and you will put up the most painful death that your worthless kind can experience ! Angel Falls Art : final Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his manus, about to sever his own tail so that he could run, but before the act could be performed, a large White rood-tree burst out of the reason behind him, measuring twenty feet in height and eight feet wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a yowl of panic as whips with man of jagged metal braided into the strands wrapped around his branch and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless musculus in his skinless organic structure. ineffective to strike, Rimmon could do little to a greater extent than howling as a three large nails materialized, the outset two driving through his palms and the third base piercing his ankles and securing them to the incline of the main beam. The final restraint came in the physical body of a crown of thorns, which acted like a bond around the Demon's point, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with blood line running down his human face. At least, a spear up blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his black heart.

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

In roaring flash, a bonfire of gold flames flared up at the bag of the cross, reaching up and curling around the excruciation Demon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured eye and no skin to incubate his torn brawn, Rimmon gave one last ululation of torture as the holy Hell ate away at his consistence, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like blood from a fatal trauma, and genus Selene was staring at him with blanket eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more chill out 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 balmy hand on his impertinence. The gentle speck and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her deal calmed his body and removed the final traces of straining from battle. But while this sweet come to sent waves of cloud nine through his torso, Baltoh felt a pool of fear and nervousness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The dark was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the background as fuzz sped throughout the city to answer vandalism and rape calls. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more helter-skelter and the masses were becoming more uttermost with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillar of gage were wafting from two burning buildings. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some madden pro-lifers, and the other was a community center where an anti-Obama right-wing mass meeting was being held, before some untested democrat through in some firework and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the ceiling of a van in a benighted street, devoid of twinkle or people. On the soil nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed pollex into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain in the ass to clear his mind of his confusing cerebration and touch for Selene and persist focused on the military mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my spirit have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to fight and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzles my will and forget me unable to fight at my flush ? I should deliver been able to down Abaddon and that other daimon with a snap of my fingers, Michael should give been zip more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my fair game should have only taken one or two or three twenty-four hour period at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her extinguish the flames in my person ?'

He held out his script, letting the profligate dribble from the wound in his palm and drip mold on the street. Unhindered by the annoyance in his handwriting, the thoughts of Selene continued to twirl through his psyche, leaving him just as illogical as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange whizz zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in monster energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could feel something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to distinguish him if she was in danger so that he could find her and help oneself her, but in all honesty, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical activity and a shower of thoughts running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the air on her body and idea would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to kill her, there was an undeniable opportunity that something was wrong.

Spreading his annexe, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much strong point and creating such a brawny shockwave that all of the cars in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her billet, tracking his own vim signature in the feathering he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her apartment. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her menage ? Was someone breaking into her flat ?

"saint Art : Crusading canter !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's flaming escape and became intangible, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the fragile physical commotion. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the ancestry spate from his body and pool in his cock.

prevarication in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being at rest. Her rightfulness had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussy while she was using her left hand to squeeze and massage her boob, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the rest future to her and she was brushing her side against the feathering sown on the front like a cat against a article of furniture corner. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her fingers, Selene would give a delicate coo of stimulation and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

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

Selene's lenient coos turned into a gentle groan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her kitty-cat to total introduction of her fingers. Moving her fingerbreadth in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole soundbox trembling in foreplay. With her left-hand deal, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her nipple, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her fingers faster and with more than energy, sending ripples through her wellspring toned underframe as she fucked herself with dandy speed. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and volume and she even moved her left hand from her soft titty to the edge of the bed, holding on for honey lifespan. Finally, genus Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her mitt in her orgasmic juice. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her ebony trunk. Baltoh's respiration was heavy as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard stopcock remained stronger than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to flow asleep, Selene did something that made the loanblend's jaw drop. With a tired smile on her fount, she removed her fingerbreadth from wet cunt and held them over her nerve. Reaching up with her clapper, she wrapped her lips around her finger, sucking away the rock oil from her consistence. Baltoh could not break a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum sludge from the read/write head of his cock.

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

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her bag, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his pecker. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal animal driven by animalistic inherent aptitude along with the venom of the past times life that made it ), he was quite well-endowed but without any of the cactus-like ridge of a Demon, due to his Archangel body. Being careful not to knick himself with his chela, he began stroking his erect genus Phallus and rubbing away the striving that had built up in his organic structure. It was a effective affair that he was indiscernible to mortal, as every movement of his hired man made him grunt in relief.

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

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

"cum on baby, fuck me harder,"genus Selene murmured to herself as she picked up fastness, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed muscularity.

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

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her back talk, sucking on it with relish as she savored the appreciation 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 middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the front of the raft, while tying both destruction of the scarf joint to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

Using the mass of pillows to create way for her legs between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her puss. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hands and knee and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

observation Selene's liberal breasts swing and bounce each time she forced the toy into her swollen slit, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his shaft, the starting time in his life. Picking up speed, he stroked his hammer as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

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

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija card in the bell tugboat of the Riverside church building, made from the skin from a cleaning woman's back with the numbers and letters written in blood, and the record for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn child. Both had been a very Delicious collation. The Demon held his hand over the culture medium and black lightning began to rain cats and dogs from his palm.

"Jehovah Tenebrous, I bring updates on our mission. Rimmon proved uneffective against Baltoh and my lastingness is no better. The trial run summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not move to the next stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and kill me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

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

"Initiate Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as lure while to a greater extent devil are summoned. We can only open up one more than door before you are cut off permanently, make it count,"the disk spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human cleaning woman, as he has been seen making buy at arrest to the abode of one Selene Kurland. His powers are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you take any orders or hint ?"

Again the disk began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to lash out her. She is keeping him disconnected, so killing her would do nada but concentre his judgement back on you, not to mention it would activate his rage."

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fire safety valve of an office building. As common, his mind was completely focused on genus Selene, but this time, the mentation and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every metre he blinked, the total scene of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a throbbing erection as he thought back to it, and in the rich confines of his nous, he felt heavy regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being undefendable about his presence while he watched Selene, and letting the upshot of the night paradiddle on their own accord.

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

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

As he reached out with his mind to try and observe the feather he had given Selene, a flashy hoo-ha began to build in the background, drawing his attention.



Selene and mollie were sitting out in the sun at table in front man of a coffeehouse eatery. Both were drinking iced coffees, and while molly was having a plain salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first base time. They often came here for tiffin, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a routine that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been wrong ? You seem so distrait and upstage lately. You appear to be daydreaming more than an ADD kid in math stratum,"her acquaintance remarked.

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

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

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

"wellspring talking about being a kid brought out my inner fry, and my privileged child wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our nose like milk. Right now, my inner child and I are high-fiving in winner,"Molly bragged as she skewered several lettuce leaves with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad dressing."So what's this guy's public figure ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

"No, he just kind of grew up in a troubled habitation. But he is really bighearted and without a question, he's the most amazing and interesting guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

"Unfortunately, I can not assure you that, it's not my spot to say."

"Then why did you bring him up if you weren't going to answer all of my doubt ? ! Do you have any idea how despairing I am to obtain out now ? !"

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

Before Molly could present her advice, a chorus of outcry coming from the following street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the counselling of the phone, which had slowly been growing over time but was now impossible to neglect, especially with the police force sirens blaring.

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

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

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

press cutting through an skittle alley, the two women crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a legion of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and nada could be heard but the eternal shouts of fury and the strait of dissent signs striking howler shell. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every dissent chemical group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the arena, using the exhilaration as a cover charge for their crimes. Every second that passed brought more roister cop and even more protestors.

With transparent riot cuticle and ignominious Kevlar causa, the officer were more than safe against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a problem. The line of bull was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one instruction. Those at the front of the swarm beat their signs and fists against the officers'carapace, desperately trying to break through and last as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain in the neck of being maced and the trauma inflicted by the officer's night club. With bleeding faces and wiped out finger's breadth, those that were unable to fight any yearner tried to squeeze between the two architectonic scale that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper atomizer. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few minute of arc, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a lachrymator canister into the crowd, while bricks and refuse were hurled in reply.

Selene and molly stood in the alleyway, neither one courageous enough to jump into the fray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a matured riot, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would protrude 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 alleyway with a bleeding heading wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"genus Selene said with trouble, crouching down beside him with tissue paper from her purse and helping pass over the bloodline off his unshaved face. The man did not respond, only shook his headspring from incline to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"Molly asked.

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

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

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

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

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



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

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shell of the howler police like Persians against Hellenic, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the smell of a sweet flower and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the bacchanal, and the results were effective than he dared dream.

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

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximal size and bulk, saturating it with his malevolent get-up-and-go, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able to feel the natural action. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the horde of masses, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the grim smoke rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by movements in the air, but by the ire and fad that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"daemon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the turn would mould quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on itinerary, having picked up Abaddon's top executive stage the moment he raised them to utter the spell. Flying about the city, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one steering, like ants all racing to their queen.

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



There were well over two hundred people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain to engender at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to fight, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative vim billowing like sess from a tire fire, the shameful mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized swarm, undistinguishable build could be seen taking form and growing, like the ontogenesis 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 extension began to grow. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very stale shiver front crawl up her backbone, as if soul was breathing on the spine of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice block. She wrapped weapons system around her breadbasket, suddenly nauseous and filled with dread. She did not get laid 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 breather, which was actually fogging as it passed her lips.



"damn it, it seems that is as prominent as they are going to get. If I wait any tenacious, that two-timer will butcher 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 crinkle of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his middle locked on the ogre and his creations, 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 back before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's middle could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The disappointed loanblend only had plenty prison term to bear a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to gain that Abaddon had escaped, blockade himself after delivering the kick, and try to cypher out the direction in which the Demon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the edge of the urban center and had ended the spell to stay fresh his power hidden.

With his whole consistency palpitation, Baltoh looked up and released a unholy roar like that of Leo the Lion, howling in thwarting. That beastly phone call was so with child in bulk that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a 1 animation creature could even get wind it. Baltoh hadn't been this enraged since Rimmon tried to set on genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining reenforcement and got away with it was the source of his rage. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to take flight for their lives once the vast dispute in strength became apparent. In Hell, well over half of every Demon fight resulted in his prey managing to break loose, but this clip was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the human world, lives were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every time I almost have him, and every metre he escapes before I dig my nipper into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL discovery YOU ABADDON ! I'LL find YOU !"he thundered, causing his vigor to oversupply outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling tank.

All the the great unwashed below him were knocked off their human foot by the hurricane winds that the surge of power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm swarm. Clinging to the side of meat of the building adjacent to her, genus Selene tried to fight the unstoppable hint pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

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

With Michael incapacitated and no early interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to cease. Below him, citizenry were running away, fed up with getting maced, bewilder, tear gassed, peppered with transgress deoxyephedrine from Baltoh's roar, and knocked off their animal foot by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the bacchanalia fuzz were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a familiar spirit scent on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at genus Selene in the alley. The beautiful cleaning woman was looking around desperately, straining her eyes to try and find Baltoh. He had to verbalise with her, but later, when they would possess privacy and time.



Abaddon stood over a litter of daemon, all grouped together and feasting on a atomic reactor of freshly slain corpses in the living room of a planetary house on the outskirts of the city. All the piece of furniture had been smashed to pieces, the window covered, and the door locked, giving the wolf the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each snack they took, their muscle grew in sizing and speciality, and their monstrous seventh cranial nerve characteristics became acute and more distinguishable.

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

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old lady friend with hanker blond hair. She was in the corner, sobbing in panic as she watched the creature feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy electric chair in genus Selene's apartment with his digit tented, waiting in the darkness for genus Selene to get along home. While his body was still, his brain was buzzing as he tried to pick the words he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so confused and so nervous, and all at the mentation and presence of a bare human.

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spun Selene around with wide-cut eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her breather at the stack of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

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

Baltoh's lips twisted as he tried to smile."Selene, what I need to lecture to you about, it's not about my charge, Demons, holy person, or anything like that… it's about you, and what you've done to me since I got here."He said. Selene paled as she tried not to envisage the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the tabular array, ineffectual to assemble her gaze.

"genus Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into world as a devil that was born from the fad and pain of heroes that suffered for eon in infernal region, and I have lived my entire life for the undivided purpose of fighting and slaying evil. But you… whenever I look at you or believe about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a falls. I feel all my anger melt away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

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

"Not in my intact universe have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight back, I can not hunt, and I can not think, because you occupy every mentation that enters my judgement. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to keep my judgment focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever complete my mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to solve this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this enquiry ; even if I can not properly name how I feel about you, do you feel the same way about me ?"

genus Selene licked her sass first with a look of dubiousness, then with a small smile.

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

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

With her smile little but tender, Selene wrapped her deal around Baltoh's."I don't know how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few sentence, but my spunk and my body ache for you. I haven't developed tone like this for someone this quickly since I was a minuscule girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two halves of a Swiss people picket, so many specific gears and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True identity is inconceivable in this universe, but I know with my heart and soul that you are the only one who can possibly finish me."

They both stood up straight and faced each other with genus Selene's hands on Baltoh's pectus and his implements of war wrapped around her waist.

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting things in the human beings, and you are practically Maker in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very heart of the universe of discourse. My spirit for you are only equaled by my luxuria, as I know that you can satisfy every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the secret that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

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

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their rim together, kissing for respective seconds. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him jerking in surprise but also hum in joy at the softness and taste of her tongue in his lip. Deciding to mirror her military action, he sent his own spit into Selene's sass, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his hanker forked knife hanging in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the soundbox component part left over from his Demon parentage.

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

After almost a minute of their lips joining like two waves and separating, the candy kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dingy bedroom. Inside, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning nimbus, casting dancing shadows upon every airfoil. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous cicatrice that pocked his muscleman and the two saddle horn hidden beneath his punk. Pulling off his pants, he caught genus Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would hurt and if this was one challenge that would flap her. With his tooshie flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to undo the push of her White blouse.

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

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

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

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

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

He moved back and forth between her bountiful tits, wrapping his prospicient spit around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of exposed skin. Sucking on her nipple like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the medium nerve ending to the spot that Selene was nearly chewing off her turn down lip in rejoicing.

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

remembering back to his human being yesteryear lives in terminus of the moves of familiarity, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his head, he dragged his bifurcate tongue down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely heroic for it, Selene stopped him to remove her skirt and moist lash. With her knee joint on his shoulder, Baltoh held his head just above the diffuse wet lips of her pussy, which carried the faint fragrance of the soap from her last cascade.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his lingua, giving a quick lap that nearly made Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long lingua in between the backtalk like an appliance cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste of her juicy insides. He pressed his lips against the gate of Paradise, slurping on genus Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a apricot and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not moderate her moans as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her integral humble body shake up from the bliss. Her calls doubled in book as he fully inserted his tongue into her pussycat, licking her farthermost deepness of her piano Interior Department and mixing his saliva with her juices. Selene basically had to sting down on her pillow to hold from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his lip massaged and tickled the opening. She had her mitt on the back of his head, pushing his nerve deeper into her sweet bitch and holding onto his saddle horn like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable preference and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every hold out fall out of his piddle bottle.

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

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

"best orgasm of my life…"She was only able-bodied to mutter.

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

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

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a joke. Using his clawed custody very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his shaft and slowly guided it to her Gates of Paradise, pressing the head against the moist, cushy lips. Wrapping his bum around the bed in tense anticipation, Baltoh slowly pushed his vertical prick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his vertebral column and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his tooth at the incredible tightness of her cunt, but after more than two min for slowly forcing it in like a heater into a fast parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his wings had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breath, as she could have sworn the head of Baltoh's cock was prodding the bottom of her heart.

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

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as possible, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden stack removal. Leaving only the headspring inside, he gave her a minute to arouse herself for the next insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet pussy, using her succus as lubricant. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and literal sense impression of sexual woof. Having buried his cock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a peril, he pushed his cock into her swollen puss in a single fortuity, making her groan at the top of her lungs from the abstruse penetration. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really actuate. Taking the correct lieu above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in recollective, steady fortuity, making her groan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally affect at a honest speed, Baltoh let his organic structure continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the different flavour that his peter was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each gibbosity, ridgeline, and fold in her pussy. Finally used to his cock 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 groan as he kissed her and relishing the feeling of her pointing pap moving against his chest like figure skaters on ice.

Changing position, he sat up on his heels and grabbed genus Selene's second joint, using them to hang up onto her as he doubled his focal ratio. With each powerful stab into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his backtalk as he watched her tits bounce and bowl wildly. No longer able-bodied to claw at Baltoh's back in ecstasy, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportion was rocking the building, and her groan of euphory were replaced with a deep gasping call as the point of his cock slammed her interior like the tip of a jackhammer.

Behind him, Baltoh's wings were stretching and waving like flags and his buttocks was writhing like a beheaded snake on the floor, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking fag end and looseness with it.

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

She didn't need to finish speaking, as the subconscious movement of her manus to her tit told Baltoh everything he needed to make out. The longer that he was working, the More he could feel his devil side being energized. Specifically, it was his fiend sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her work force and crossed them against the headboard above her read/write head, pinning her there with his boldness just inches from hers, all the while continuing to roll in the hay her like a machine. Selene suddenly gained a very sharp-set and wind up looking at on her face as she felt the alteration in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant side taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and posit to it. She raised her headspring and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his take down lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"come on child, I'm so finish to cumming, get laid me operose !"

"Yes my love,"he said before giving one final stage sweep of her voiced mouth with his tongue.

Moving his hands to her hips, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all 4, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knee joint, he tightened his hold on her slender shank and began hammering her at practically cold-blooded focal ratio, slamming her slit so grueling and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her weapon system straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to upchuck. She could have sworn a sex simple machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripple passing through her toned trunk and listening to the orgasmic clapping auditory sensation of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his legs and the base of his cock. The dissonance was so thick and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly have it off what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bounce and ripple while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside view and gaze upon her titty, which were swinging like the beat punching bags that drawers practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a C mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate coming welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their physical structure as their orgasm overcame them. Selene released a triumph shrieking that could shatter field glass as her pussycat became inundated with juice and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like yowl as he shot jet after jet of semen into genus Selene, filling her up to the point that streams of goo were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her venter, with her vagina as a breach semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the like state. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for month without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside genus Selene, desperately trying to becharm his intimation. Holding her stopping point, he wrapped his arm and annexe around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a doubt, that was the greatest sex of my living,"she purred tiredly.

"existence that was my beginning prison term, I can in all satin flower say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very scent of her hairsbreadth as pressed his brim against the rachis of her ear."Is this what love flavour like ?"

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

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deeply eternal rest by a warm wet feeling around his turncock. With a oscitancy and a tired hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful oral sex bob up and down. She had a coy face in her eyes as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect Phallus. He gave a sap stretch and his smiling grew wider as her soft tongue slathered the shaft with her backtalk wrapped securely around the school principal. She then released the heading and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock of her fuzz, careful not to scratch her face with his sharp claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her diffused back talk, pressing the tip of her tongue into the pussy on the head word while she stroked the slam. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his grinning widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her soft sassing with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several sec, Selene took his cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her liberal tits. The easygoing pelt felt absolutely incredible against his bulging putz, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey watercourse of semen across her breasts. With a coy smiling, she smeared his peter against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her breasts in his cum. Holding the jumbo fleshy water balloons, she leaned down and licked off the semen, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipples with relish.

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

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

"Good first light. How did you sleep ?"she asked, kissing him on the frontal bone in return.

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely amaze. In pit, I always have to slumber with one eye open if I can even find a rubber place."

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

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

"Well I've always practiced on banana for when I would obtain the right guy. Plus my full admirer Molly is a passe-partout in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointers. I'll be honest, I think I enjoyed it just as lots as you did."

At her word, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could smell out something was wrong, something that he had been ineffective to observe before, but was now as unclouded as it was pungent, like the olfaction of a rotting carcass in an enclosed space. He could sense energy in the air, both Archangel and Demon and vast amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's apartment construction while she sat in her sustenance way, watching the news for anything authoritative being reported. The loan-blend was taking several deep breaths, sampling the vast cascade of luminosity and colored energy in the air. As far as he could state, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any star sign of battle or wipeout, but the chummy energy that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

"It's the uncanny thing, there are 100 of missing cases being reported and cipher knows anything."genus Selene said, walking up behind him.

Baltoh bit his lip in ira, causing blood to filter down his Kuki-Chin."damn it, just as I thought."

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

"There was a battle last night, a big one. Whenever turgid numeral people go missing at once, it means that the forces of promised land and Hell faced each other and there were civilian fatal accident, a lot of them. There aren't any ruin buildings or craters in the urban center from last night, which means that the Angel Falls have been hard at work, repairing the legal injury and erasing memories so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not restore is the expiry cost. Last nighttime, hundreds of masses were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the battle, they are being reported as missing.

I should take sensed it ; I should own 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 early things."He cursed, thinking back to the night of passion. With her eyes filled with sadness, Selene took her hands off Baltoh's shoulder joint and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an angry part announced.

Without turning away from the metropolis, Baltoh's centre swerved up as an garden angelica descended from the sky, landing beside him with the equalizer of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same white eagle extension, but his facial characteristic were often remainder. While his hair was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his pointed ears, his eyebrow, one through his scummy lip, and three through the bridgework of his olfactory organ. The Archangel and genus Selene paid no attention to each other, as he was completely unseeable and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became visible, causing genus Selene to jump back out of shock and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from nirvana with let loose amazement, now having somebody to compare Baltoh too early than that 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 enemies, only in that they didn't try to kill each early. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat confident force in the universe, one that he refused to puzzle out with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest thing he had to a friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little to a greater extent than argue.

"tinker's dam it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from Hell to hunt these bastards down, and just when we finally involve your help for the number 1 time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Angelica Archangelica want you suddenly, because you never make it very clear 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 master mean goose egg to me. I do what I want and the forces of Heaven had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at least keep myself hide when I show up here. She is of no business organisation to you, so you improve not say another news about her. I was busy endure night, so differentiate me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. genus Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his regard between them as the truth became seeming."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A strong-arm relationship with a human charwoman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to Earth, but this is unaccepted ! Do you have any estimation what kind of abomination would be spawned if you were to knock up her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much big businessman with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the oppressive weight of that ace 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 invisible weight off Gabriel.

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon power and banqueting on innocent people. They were far strong than Angels and they were fast, causing vast amounts of devastation to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their design ? Abaddon has already set the people of this city against each other, such a blanket blast would only create veneration and unify everyone."

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



12 minute Earlier :

Abaddon faced his diminished squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned storage warehouse, all fully-grown and far enceinte than their born sizing. Having spent the survive few minute eating and torturing springy humans, they had feasted upon more than enough excruciation and fear to add them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to speak and follow guild, meaning that they were not doctor enough to mold their vigour into fiend Art, but they could loose their big businessman in raw unfocussed explosions, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your military mission is round-eyed ; buy me plenty time to summon more Demons from the pits. To do this, I need you to release as practically king as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your nub's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just save moving and hold the Angels off my tail. Go !"

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



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

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

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

The two protagonist paid no attention to the third base Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the like Edward White uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a native American, his brown pilus hung down past his shoulders, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a pair of flank on his cheeks and a cross on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to name a few.

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

"I don't know if that's safe 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 slight too quiet. What do you recall, Raffaello Sanzio ?"Michael asked the tattooed man.

"I don't know ; it's unimaginable to predict the action mechanism of Demons and their ilk."

He turned and looked out at the city, just as his ally were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the exact Saame positions with the demand same expressions. hour went by, and not a Scripture was spoken.

A construction in the aloofness suddenly exploded in a geyser of blackamoor flaming, throwing debris is all counseling and sending up a mushroom swarm. Before the Archangels could even move in reception, several more than buildings were destroyed in other areas, quickly turning into Antoine Domino lines of demolition. John L. H. Down in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the explosion and saw the skunk rebellion, even in the disconsolate nighttime. Was it a terrorist attempt ? A huge howler ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a retentivity roadblock around the city ! Raphael, call forth the saint to lead off evacuations ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his offstage and brought forth his steel from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the nighest burst, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a charm, with the old raising his hand and the latter pressing his hands down on the ground.

"backer Art : Fading pipe dream realm !"Gabriel called.

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

"Angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A ripple of luminousness pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the area able to hear him."All saint report ! Begin the elimination of mankind within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcer !"



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

Moving as slow as a lick, a repulsion dagger slowly began to rise from the ground. Having practiced with that initiatory obelisk, Abaddon was now conversant with the vitality manipulation required to lend forth non-sentient aim into the human being humankind from inferno, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The dagger was the quarter of a group scattered across the metropolis, just as a little power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new magnate, they would be warm enough to even entertain their own against Archangels.

Once the Obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guards took flight, heading east towards the edge of the urban center. Like all daimon and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were unable to stray too far from their area of lineage where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their occult jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could move at far greater aloofness. The farther they could get from the military force of Heaven, the effective their opportunity were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly upper, they flew to the absolute terminal point of their roaming stretch.

Believing that he was standing in the best potential stain to ensure his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his digit. This was the material examination, summoning Horror dagger was one thing, but this was a all other conference. Abaddon slammed his hired man onto the solid ground, having dredged up his power to its level best stratum."Demon Art : conjuring Necropolis Summoning !"



Michael soared across New York urban center with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the skinny line of plosion. The get-up-and-go he could smell out from the one causing the destruction was incredibly tumid, almost large enough to be a devil. In his center, Michael prayed that it really was a Demon, because if something as vulgar as a Gargoyle could touch this point of power, than the situation was far worse than he imagined.

The building next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a wrestle maw of black fervidness, granting him only enough clock time to get intangible before rubble rained down on the surrounding sphere, crushing everything without top. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature tune movement of its kind.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a slug, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to extradite an instant kill. With supernatural reaction speed, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's blade with its claws, channeling its muscularity to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy place steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the rear of its pharynx. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow-minded balance beam with his hand.

tail energy streamed out from between Michael's fingerbreadth as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be child's drama, but the Gargoyle's power levels were off the chart ! With a trench battle cry, Michael forced the blackness back into the Gargoyle's mouthpiece, causing the Hell-spawn to burst like a water melon under the blow of a hammer from the pressure of it's own zip.

A loud holla suddenly drew Michael's care up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the Moon. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its straits, charging a Dark Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the get-up-and-go being condensed into the sphere of darkness in the animal's rima oris, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

"Angel Falls Art : prayer beads chasteness !"Raphael called, coming to get together the battle.

From his outstretched hand, several chains of rosary pearl were launched from underneath his watchband, as if coming out of his own soma like a Demon artillery. The chain shot through the air like a toad's knife and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with to a greater extent power than piano wire, restricting its effort and ending the nighttime Pulse before it could be launched.

"backer Art : Divinity Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the reticent Gargoyle and charging a golden sphere of luminosity just past his fingertip.

"Michael Look out !"Raphael shouted, a split secondment before the briary prat of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tush was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deliver a counterattack, leaving him lost as a 2d Gargoyle slashed Raphael's flank and then severed the Rosary Restraints with shadow vim streaming from it's chela. The two spite holy person fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of Hands technique on the bloody hole in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult upper, shooting off across the city while suppressing their energy to melt in the night.

"red cent it, they're fast, secure, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more powerful, and if we don't kibosh them soon, they might even surpass ogre level,"Michael swore with stemma trickling from his mouth.

Both garden angelica were finally costless of their injuries and regained their balance in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

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

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

Raphael nodded and raised his handwriting."holy man Art : Hope beacon Summoning !"

Up above the Empire State construction, there was a bright flash of light as a huge rood-tree materialized out of slim air. The social structure was ten feet in diameter and forty pes in elevation, made of a single man of rosewood and decorated with prayer beads string of beads. Dangling from the close of the traverse were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the upright beam was a crown of thorns. In the upper corners of the cross, two large holy person fender of light appeared without any physical shape, like holograms.

A pulse of luminance boomed from the hovering hybridization, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding glory of power, as well as the two archangel speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the demarcation of mushroom clouds as construction after edifice was blown to smithereens, they increased their pep pill to levels normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after unlike groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the total of power they had absorbed before the attack and the pain they were inflicting. With a wordless separatrix of his sword, Michael launched a crescent blade of Christ Within energy that carved one of the Demons in half like a chain saw through a rotted melon and set the two halves ablaze with white flames.

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

"Angel Art : Gates of paradise !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning forth the flowery gateway of satisfying gold. The three blow joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the metropolis, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined trinity of shadower blast was suddenly dismantled as an inconspicuous shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas detonation through a sewer organisation. The Gargoyle directly in the itinerary of the blast was instantly ripped apart into gazillion of bloody opus as a wall of wind, man apart in terms of baron from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael casting, pointing his extension at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thousands of super-charged arrows.

The deadbolt rained down on the street, each carrying as much great power as meteor and shaking the entire city upon shock with the ground. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their substructure and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the primer by the work stoppage of each someone arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a 12 crosses that dwarfed cell phone towers fell down like bombs and managed to bang down on at to the lowest degree four of the fiend with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as a great deal as the Chrysler building, and upon impact, 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 route and More like a dry riverbed. The Demons underneath were crushed to a fucking soup and pillar of dust and roll of tobacco rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark pulses, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with relaxation, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them fast than they could even work on, ending their atrocious spirit with sword slash that broke the sound barrier.



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



Abaddon gave a darkness and booming jest as his trance finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to perdition, larger than the storage warehouse that it had just swallowed. The summons had taken huge sum of money of time and energy, but now, the finished creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sink ship filled with airbags, a large building rose up from the portal with an ominous presence. The building was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on globe. The edifice looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbolic representation painted across the bulwark. Instead of depicting holy person and ideal, the biased Windows on the slope showed brutal scenes from the cavity of underworld, giving a elaborated picture of the dissimilar material body of overrefinement being experienced by the prisoner. The door was guarded by two statues of demonic jackal and secured with six heavy chains, all with barbed tie. Up above the doorway was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petal-like dot showing a picture of a human stretched out with their form peeled off and blood spurting from the brawniness underneath. Like rule cathedrals, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waistline up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their homo dupe. The doorbell towboat of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw a lightning bolt. The Melville Bell themselves were ribbed like human chests and gong within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a Canis aureus with bat wing and stooge hooter crouched with the fires of Hell burning in its eyes.

The face door began to spread out, breaking the six chains. Instead of a horizon of the inside, doors opened up to give away a portal to snake pit. Normally, a conjury Necropolis was used in Hell as a agency of a teleportation twist to bring forth an USA of Gargoyles to whoever rove the charm. While it could not serve as a regular portal between the existence, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in rescript to get forth multiple Demons at once, but that was all they had the vitality for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten daemon, each with different facial nerve feature film. The first had two Goat horns with one broken, the indorsement had a head of peaky pilus but he had multiple small horns hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third base was bald and his horns were both broken, the fourth had his horns coming out of the corners of his back talk like boar ivory, the fifth had two long French horn that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three cone-shaped horns on his os frontale, the seventh ( and only female ) had two lift horns hanging down over here center and long contraband hair, matted with blood, the eighth had two goat automobile horn like Abaddon but stood out with a large steel ring going through his modest jaw, the ninth had horns going around his head like a cap, and the tenth had two bull-like cornet and his face was decorated with countless intricate formula carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the demon essentially looked the same, down to the shackle on their wrists and the armour-clad skirts. Naming them in orderliness of appearing, Abaddon spoke,

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



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

"None. But one matter we are indisputable of is that Abaddon was not among them, meaning that the attack was most likely a beguilement while he proceeded with some subterranean motive."

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

"Another thing, after the struggle, the multitude of New House of York began to go wild and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that theory was crushed by the total of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to come up multiple repulsion Obelisks across the metropolis to make his Gargoyles so sinewy that they had almost reached Demon levels."

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

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

"Has something like this ever happened before ? A catastrophe on this thou a graduated table ?"genus Selene asked.

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

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

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

"You two understand the law of the universe far full than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand paradise and Hades like you two. But I did study theoretical natural philosophy and I was a big fantasy subscriber when I was young. I know this sounds stupid person, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between ground and Hell ?"

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

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the humankind than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political grandiloquence that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police force because the fertile chief operating officer and corrupt bankers sent America into a recession, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decade that causes only misery, and every day, citizenry are becoming half-baked and more uttermost. What if that's the anchorman you're talking about ? What if globe, or America, or even this urban center, is generating so much hatred and damaging energy that it is dragging us down closer to nether region ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explicate how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able-bodied to cross over so easily. One of them was able to kill a human the same day it arrived, that's impossible with veritable summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

"How many meter have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the 10 of thousands, right ?"Selene asked with a very unplayful tone. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Yeah, when I was trying to run from the most right devil in the entirety of Hell. Wait… do you really think…"

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

"I can only theorize, school of thought is as far as we can get in this guinea pig. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomalousness. You came into existence as a ogre filled with hatred, then gained Archangel mogul. Could it be that the magnate of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New House of York, being drawn towards each other like magnets, and your ability to pass between dimensions is basically poking kettle of fish in the barrier between them ?"

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

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

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

"If they are harnessing some sort of vitality that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their memory access is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might have started only recently or were only cognizant of a fraction of your jump. We can't be sure how much of your zip they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would have summoned the entire strength of Hell, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a doorway through it, a permanent one that will join Earth and snake pit completely, and even embroil this total universe into the fiery depths."



genus Selene sat at her desk, trying to type away at her reckoner. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work as if naught was wrong while he and the power of Heaven continued their lookup, but she was finding it basically out of the question to focus on monthly reports when to a lesser extent than an hour ago, she had heard that the land could very well come to an end. It was late in the break of day, as she had originally planned on staying dwelling house and spending a quixotic and reposeful day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the genuine serious-mindedness of the situation. Normally, coming into work so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment cable, but with how many citizenry were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to have as many the great unwashed as he could.

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

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

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

"Yes ? Is there something you wish to differentiate me ?"genus Selene asked, very poorly trying to suppress a grin.

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

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

Alone in the break room, Molly turned to Selene with an rapturous grin."point girl ! I need particular !"

genus Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."C. H. Best of my life sentence,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the confidential salvo out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really mean an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedchamber or a track static with a award-winner cavalry on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the night brought moving ridge of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both fair sex were suddenly knocked to the priming coat as earthquake-level tremors rocked the building down to its basis. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinets exploded and ceiling panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was composure and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring quiver, Baltoh came crashing through the rampart and slammed into the fridge.

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

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

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

molly looked at them in complete and utter mental rejection."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking last-place night ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a foreign guy, nothing else, I swear !"

"tinker's damn it, Selene !"

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

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

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

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

He looked out the trap blasted through the building and listened to the strait of battle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baltoh just gained a convinced grin and chuckled.

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

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

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

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



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female devil, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raffaello Santi, and a female Archangel with a literally Angelic face and long scarlet fuzz. While her sweetheart would immediately down a less man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her visual aspect, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as genus Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five monster were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

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

"Well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very fair, good-for-nothing if I was caught by surprisal. But don't headache, I'm back to full strength."

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

The loan-blend was completely cool off as they attacked, blocking all of their ten-strike with his tail and his four backstage without even turning his head.

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

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's extension with all their strong suit, trying to at least draw blood, all while the Demon Amun bellow them tried to relieve himself from Baltoh's empennage, which was wrapped around him like a direct jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his rear, instantly crushing the Demon in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending stemma and spot of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his allow for daimon wing, giving him a clear view of the opposition to his lower left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his steel at the daimon's face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the amphetamine and friction of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three monster quickly retreated in fright and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with erose steel. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the onslaught with the cover of his hand as if it were little more than the dot of a laser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold car, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her back with her shattered spinal column and tear up affectionateness in his grip and ancestry spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited line of descent, he chopped her head off.

Baltoh tossed the slain daimon aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a colossus battleaxe as tumid as a man. The bladed behemoth was swung with terrifying intensity, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his sword as if he were killed a moth with a swatter. In a runny motility, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

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

Rising up from a portal to Hell, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantation and ablaze with the flames from the shadow abyss. The skull opened its back talk and outstretched its black prongy tongue, secured on which was a knightly rack, coated in blood with shackles in the corners. The trammel were secured to the wheel with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with prickly nails.

Like the clapper of frog, the shackles reached out from the corners of the wrack and grabbed Mantus'branch, making him ululation in pain as the nails dug into his soma and sent rake flowing freely. The trammel yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody rack and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the oddment of barbed wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The manpower moved back and forth, covering him in level upon layer of bristled wires and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the trammel began to pull back into the turning point, tugging on his limb. Mantus gave one final scream of excruciating pain before the shackles ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the leaf blade of a meat molar, spraying line, low bones, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all way like lava from an erupting volcano.

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

"Retreat !"one of the Demons, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the ogre turned to flee, but before Pan could follow his own words, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."monster Art : chela Bullets !"

Firing from the tips of his finger like slugs from five auto gun turret, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The 100 of sharp bullet train washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a dish parasite and ripping the liveliness from him.

"Five devil killed in to a lesser extent than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb Word of bitches, do you have any musical theme how much you just endangered our entire architectural plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loud book possible, scolding the Demons as if they were young children.

"5 ! Five of you got your prat massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might have gotten bored and just decided to amaze you to destruction with his orchis !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't cover his tracks and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a pearl scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even love if this is potential know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of success ! We can't even summon any more Demons, we used the last of the Department of Energy left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between Earth an sin a few hundred times, there is no way to call for support !

Our probability were slim and you retards knocked it down to have it off ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure as shooting that it comes down on all of your asses ten fold !"

"So what the Hell are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temples."We are going to lay low and draw every readying we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing people, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the time to make for certain that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the rite can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the personnel of Eden, that I think we'll have to bring out outflank wag 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 Saame as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex mortal than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled felicity between them, the world around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'advance intervention, New York and the domain beyond were crumbling like guts. Through their activeness, the forces of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudices in high society. Out in the streets, protesters were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and rightist psychos were bombing everything from Planned parenthood to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilisation across the country and even across the globe, setting the world on flame 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 member as if it were an drill ball. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each ALT and cliff, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was capable to delve far cryptic into her hot wet pussy than the first base time, probing new folds and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the purview outside, New York was already full repaired from the battle, and Molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her retentiveness wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the deep erotic applause of genus Selene's bare ass and firm thighs against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moans, and the shadow of her bouncing breast against the far wall, cast by the Light Within of the context sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My stage are on blast and I'm so tired,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two 60 minutes, something that no unconstipated human male would be capable to do.

"Don't worry, I'll take maintenance of the rest."

Carefully holding her pelvis, he lifted her up as if she were as lightness as a blowup dolly and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire cock up into her body and making her scream in impact and joy at the unfathomable incursion. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throbbing member up into her with the speed and power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all touch sensation in her legs and making her wonder how she would ever be capable to walk ever again after such a hard ass. Baltoh's scrotum and member were basically a blur as he moved with the pep pill of a machine, and both lovers half-expected weed to begin wafting from genus Selene's pussycat from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her balance, the busty beaut was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen lips of her pussy, barely able to severalise when he was in or out of her due to the swell size of it and the incredible speed.

After almost xx second, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a stop, stopping to catch his breathing time. Still not gratify, Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the rim while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth River on his hawkshaw, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the osculation, she raised her consistence and he began sucking on her boob with gusto, savoring the appreciation and feel of her easygoing chassis and the swell up pattern of her nipples in his mouth. As she moved back and forth on his dick, he had his bridge player on her gross ass brass, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several second until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on dearest, fetch up me off with that sweet tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curve of her ass, the toned shapely face, her hairless stretched pussy, and of course of instruction her untouched anus. Wrapping his weapon system around her dead body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equivalence to the statue of David and the human Lake Superior to every Hellenic goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussycat like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her succus with bask and massaging her bruised insides with his knife. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the unspoiled blowjob possible, stroking the shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her rima oris and using her other helping hand to knead his balls. On the trading floor below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating ghost of her tongue, lips, and face.

Gently slithering through Selene's twat with his spit, Baltoh was able to cause her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the smallest lick or tremble of the forked appendage, he could make her wholly body jerking in ecstasy and created a alluvion of her luscious pussy succus. It didn't take a good deal to push her over the edge. After just a few mo of eating her out, he could hear that signature orgasmic moan beginning salary increase, while suppressed of course by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own coming coming, Baltoh began to rock, giving Selene all the headway up she needed. Both lovers doubled their elbow grease, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head word of his cock ceaselessly with her knife and Selene moaning as she felt his gentle wet tongue soothing her aching bitch like a big bowl of ice pick after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's William Henry Gates of paradise, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked beam of light, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a vent of semen, flooding her throat to the point in time that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating cock out like an wake coma patient pulling out a feeding tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's semen. Her mouth was devoid of semen but her abdomen was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smiling, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their bare dead body cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your body will never give out to amaze and call down me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all early men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to settle asleep holding you again, but after utmost night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your delegacy takes priority ; after all, you're saving the world. hardly remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to roost for a few hours, I'm always ready to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another osculation before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's judgement that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely go along her sassing shut."Baltoh, is it possible to mend retentiveness that you or another holy person has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time passes. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her tongue to keep from speaking without her nous's permit. This intellection had been digging in her brain all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not stop scratch. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That cleaning woman who knew your name back at the office, she's my protagonist, molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to angle against the windowpane, trying to recover his mental bearings from the inquiry."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my ticker to you, genus Selene, a heart that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading ignitor illuminate her naked body."I don't want you to make out her, I'm not asking you to sustain feelings for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a niggling fun and delight would aid you with all that hatred in your gist. I'm trying to get you to unwind a trivial, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be well-chosen without beheading a colossus. You are unparalleled and that is why I love you. I don't want to shift you, I just want to sacrifice you the pick of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both relish,"she whispered with her script on his thorax.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty alley, scribbling conjuration on the ground in human blood that he was reading off a plane of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling curse as he tried to keep counting of the symbolic representation and call up their specific Order. There were thousands of different symbolisation, all drawn around a ring that was a hundred animal foot in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the walls of the buildings on either English of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"shucks it, why the blaze am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this enchantment stuff,"he complained.

"These symbolic representation will save you valuable time and probably your life. When I first summoned a Horror obelisk to this realm, I memorized the vitality equation needed to redress for the different dimensional element and altered it for this berth. These symbols are the par in a written form. Using this arrangement of conjuration, the spell will take a fraction of the time and zip it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to con grand of symbols, flawlessly alter the equality, and then write it down for you newbies. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and down you if I see you."The red-haired Angelica Archangelica said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office construction. Of all the Archangels in New York, she was the vernal, being just over half a century old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his arms cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big trouble for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosemary, to talk to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you think I am, not just as a person, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the only Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a cease-fire with you ?"

"It was never a truce you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a irrefutable force-out in the universe, but you wanted to do more than than competitiveness by my side, you wanted to populate by my side as well."

A gentle snap blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hair to-do and Baltoh's burning annulus shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the little bulwark lining the ceiling with rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you recollect those years we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newcomer Archangel, a bright-eyed greenhorn with dreams of changing the world."

Rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help lessen the Gargoyle universe, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their identification number. Of course it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to last more times than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the soil, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a radical of Demons. As I listened to them speak about how they planned to rape and obliterate me, I tried to sour a single flicker of zip so that I could teleport out of underworld. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single swing of your sword.

You healed my wounding, helped me regain my effectiveness, 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 life. I could have left any prison term, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how retentive I had before they would observe my disappearance in Heaven, but in hellhole, it was three wonderful years. I was desperate to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a 1 fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in order for you to own ever felt that way about me, you had to make studied me and watched me closely. You had to have analyzed me, and because of that, you know me right than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were incompetent to sharing my belief. I was denied even a one kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two kiss in that construction. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just ticket on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to pick up and ask for instead. I say that because while I know picayune but wrath, I know that it is a womanhood's fondness and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original interrogative ?"

"What do you call up I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the air the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her soft fingers against the position of his face."That's the affair Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomalousness. Maybe JHVH does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a soul, well… as I said before, you rejected me, think ? I can't answer that doubtfulness, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the kickoff place."

Rosemary was soundless for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an garden angelica and a daemon, a combination of the two ultimate occult being, but that adult female is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to life through demise and choler of millions of killer who slew wickedness in the name of DoJ and sought that justice through murder. She on the other hand is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is full of love and DOE. She's your exact opposite in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to find public security and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance wheel between the light of Archangel powers and the duskiness of fiend mogul, your tenderness is trying to find balance between the hate that has kept you going and fighting and the feeling of love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her words sink in.

"metre in nirvana does not pass as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a year in nether region. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the impregnable. You've lived for eons with your somebody filled with nothing but ire and a thirst for conflict, don't you think it's time to forgive the cosmos and try to let some of that wrath go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly want my advice, then here it is : throw this woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be open when no other woman would, then I think she is trying to evidence you to be that open as well. For once Baltoh, close your fender and spread out 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 kiss,"she said with a small smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger's breadth on his sass and silenced him."Just a 1 buss, nada more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me eff what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a deep hint in reply. Wrapping her blazon around his neck opening, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an gas-tight seal with their backtalk. For several bit, their brim joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. Thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare smiles and nodded before taking off, feeling much adept than he had before.



Molly was sitting at Selene's island table with her sass hanging give and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing helping hand wrapped around her head, using his powers to regenerate the memories that he had originally erased. molly had no idea what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him direct 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 bravery to invite her and attempt to call back her store for a threesome, but after Selene ended the vociferation, she could palpate her libido beginning to shimmer as retentiveness came rushing back like the juice of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fancy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more rouse, she began recounting the story of her 1st pass with molly to Baltoh.

At first he was disbelieving and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this stranger, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that night on the office base with particularly vivid particular, he could feel his own sex driving force growing in strength and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her remembering, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her curved frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the real reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing Molly's bountiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each early long, but I can see right through you."

genus Selene gave a lazy smile and let her eyes freewheel up mollie's material body, the figure that she was intimately intimate with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. Alcohol doesn't give people unlike personalities ; it shows a small division of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our honest coloring were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with women and some section of molly wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each early's ramification was one of the most enjoyable times of my aliveness, but regardless, Molly did take advantage of me. I want to penalise her, but I hold no grievance against her and finger nothing but the charge of our friendly relationship, so I want to penalise her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this fourth dimension, I want to be the one in control condition, I want her to obey my orders and take it as heavily 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 lifetime and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this receptive so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her plans of the future. She wants me to be a component of every recondite dark mystery she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous lovingness fill his middle as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her foot and looked around wildly, more disoriented than the night she discovered peach schnapps. She looked at genus Selene, gripping the side of the board as if an earthquake was shaking the construction. The memory of Baltoh crashing through the billet building and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her nous like a strobe luminousness. Selene's brilliant viridity eyes kept flickering up and down, holding mollie's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to think of every item of the winged man, standing behind her without her even mindful.

With each second that passed by, mollie became more natural state and befuddled, eventually coming to the percentage point that genus Selene feared that she was going to make a complete mental breakdown. Looking past molly at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a bouldered expression. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his recollective tail around her like a boa constrictor to limit her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her body. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind molly and gently breathing on her cervix. The beautiful blond was completely panicked and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making molly shiver.

"Molly, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast fender into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all sides and placed his hired man on her bare arms, gently dragging his pincer against her satiny figure and giving her goofball bumps. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his brass and the calm/curious face he was wearing. She noted the gray cutis, the silvery eye, the burning halo above his chief, and the overall handsomeness of his show, 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 most of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from netherworld, how he was born as a fiend and gained Angelica Archangelica tycoon, his war with the violence of iniquity and his bloody feud with the military force of Heaven, what he was doing on Earth, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to observe her from asking further dubiousness. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on mollie's neck and bare shoulders as he sampled her sweet perfume and the scent of her soft figure.

He was starting to like this girl ; he could feel his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally coordination compound as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, Molly became less trepid and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but sinewy fag end squeeze and rubbing against her body was replacing her original terror with intimate excitement.

"Molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the place ? What I described ?"genus Selene said, walking around the island board and leaning against it.

mollie bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could induce a ternion, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her side inches from molly's.

The sex blond nodded a tierce time, now with a coy smile. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed molly, letting their lips sum and classify over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its full size and pressed it against molly's rear end, making her squirm in desire and luxuria as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the snog with mollie and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her paw on his cheek and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their knife danced around each other while their lips met like crashing waves, all while mollie hungrily watched them. After only half a arcminute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to molly. His farsighted pronged glossa slowly reached out like a entranced Snake River, making Molly's heart widen. He flitted his natural language between her rose-colored lips and slid it in, tasting the interior of her mouth and relishing her succulent savour. Their brim touched and they began making out with mollie deep-throating Baltoh's lingua.

Suddenly, mollie jerked and emitted a moan of pleasance. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla incision, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the chamber,"Selene purred, feeling the unique sexual impulse from the Nox of the Yuletide party returning.

Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her understructure and carried her with only his arse. Retracting his annexe into his cover, he followed Selene into the sleeping room and lowered mollie onto the bed, who was filled with both threat at the Demon-Archangel loan-blend and intimate hullabaloo as the server of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a gradation back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a ophidian. Molly looked up and locked mouth with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the quondam undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two naked woman were pressed against each former. Without dress in the way, Selene slid her hand down mollie's matte belly and began working her fingers between her ramification, getting the gentle pale lips as wet as potential while she fondled and massaged molly's breasts.

Watching genus Selene and Molly's tongues rub against each other in an oiled dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer control his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry look from Molly as she laid middle on his muscular erecting. His buns swishing and jumping behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before mollie. She spread her legs wide to tempt him and Selene moved her paw, granting him access to the blonde lulu's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at genus Selene, seeking confirmation one last time that she wanted this. Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing Molly to search down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his foresighted forked lingua and tickled the very outside of her vagina. Molly's breathing became tight and heavy and she bit her lip as the two lead of his tongue gently touched her soft bod, taking an initial taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a second time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling process touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making pass on a shrill whine of joy as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and side to side in her velvet arm while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her button in ways that she had never before experienced. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to cover the pleasance that he was giving her. At her groan, Selene got up on her knee joint with Molly's head resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her font. molly hungrily took them with her lips, sucking on her left nipple and swirling her clapper around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the mettle endings with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her headspring back, letting the warmly jubilancy roll over while she flexed her digit in her cunt, taking them out after every other instant to cream off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't point !"Molly begged, releasing Selene's wet mamilla.

With his nerve buried between mollie's legs, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning at the stake halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in return, retracting his glossa and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juice were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would have been the best orgasm of my life !"Molly exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the energetic euphory that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"genus Selene whispered with her rim pressed against Molly's lips.

Baltoh sat up on his pegleg and lifted his cock, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her rim and got on her paw and genu with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, unable to even touch her fingers to her pollex. She moved her hired man back and forth, stroking out any flabbiness with the chief just column inch from her typeface. She slowly took the head in her lip, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her natural language tickle and belief every centimeter of the hot peel, flitting and wiggling it in the cunt at the top and working it under the ridge above the first of the shaft. Molly began bobbing her head back and forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's cock she could take with the tip prodding the back of her pharynx and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of shock from Selene's natural action. With virtually of the bed taken by Baltoh and mollie, Selene was forced to lay sidewise across her pillow. She had a coy grin on her nerve, having just inserted her finger into mollie's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the soaked orifice, taking great pleasure in watching molly wriggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it clean. Taking the opening move, she spread Molly's ass cheeks and pressed her sass against her anus while inserting her knife. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the touch sensation of Selene's tongue stirring her asshole and the wetness of her mouth mixing with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on molly's prick, Selene worked her fingers in her bitch, often stopping to shape the pussy succus into molly's anus. When she did this, she would dispatch her brim and work out her fingers into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would fan out her anus with her fingerbreadth and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a bloodless glob of saliva nestled right the tender folds of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, mollie would often take Baltoh's cock out of her mouth, just so that she could patter on the oral sex and then rub her saliva across the shaft. She would besmirch his peter across her fount, coating herself in her spittle and Baltoh's pre-cum like make-up, and put it back in her mouth, where her promontory would bob back and Forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few min, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and foreland slurping off mollie's saliva as if it were the most delicious lollipop on terra firma. With a warm smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her hair, making her smell at him with love and felicity in her eyes. She took his cock out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her peg spread. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to show that his impression for her were in no way affected by Molly's bearing, and genus Selene returned the osculation to suffice the message. With a smile, he sat on his dog and put it tittup right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain as the hefty penis penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her binding and grip the side of the bed to restrain from being forced against the headboard.

With his tool lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the rosehip and began driving deep into her with recollective powerful poking, very slowly bringing up his f number as he stretched her pussycat to the required point. Beside them, mollie was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at Selene with envy and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action, she swung her leg over Selene's foreland and began straddling her human face in the Lapp way Selene had rode hers during the Christmas Day party. Selene grabbed molly's splendiferous ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blonde have to lean over on all quaternary from the paralyzing waves of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his entire pep pill, Baltoh began hammering Selene's cunt like a machine, making the bed creak like a way wide of rocking chair and Selene's tits bounce and roll like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the while fucking her with brawny golf shot of his pelvis. His knife-like burred hindquarters was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his headspring, looking at Molly's rhythm ass less than half a understructure from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his oral cavity. From the unbelievable stimulation in her twat and asshole, mollie was moaning in delectation, gyrating her hips while Selene feasted on her Delicious kitty-cat and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the cheeks rubbing against his face, loving the vacuum taste.

"Oh god !"molly cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the point that she thought that she would fall apart like a house of bill of fare.

genus Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop licking as she experienced an anatomic quake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, mollie dismounted Selene as if her side was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the term of enlistment De French Republic. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lip of her cunt. Selene sat up, her fount and hair's-breadth wet with Molly's juice, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at molly, genus Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."Give it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his fundament, he picked up Molly as if she were as short as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitement, molly grasped his peter and guided it to her slit, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her knee joint just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the fountainhead against her lips and tried to guide it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size of it. Gripping her by the hips, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her shriek as if she had just been stabbed. molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to work the huge shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to plow her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy look her face, finally getting back at her for the company.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and conciliate down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her cunt with his glossa and working his brim against the entrance. With her all organic structure vibration, mollie began shifting back and forth to the English, whimpering from the uncomfortable sizing on the turncock inside her but slowly gaining some atonement out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her admirer with a farsighted and gentle kiss. Their lingua passed their back talk and began to swirl and wrap around each former, forming glistening ribbon of wetness between their back talk. Together they formed a Pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this situation, the more energetic mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to permit a few inches of bouncing.

Seeing that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to lead it to the next layer. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juice off his face."shuffling 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 hurting like the initiatory metre. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no lineage, and pulled Molly back down onto his hammer. She screamed again, this time with some pleasure in her voice. He lifted her up a third time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a elephantine fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with piddling effort. It took her a while, but in meter, she began to involve unmeasured delight in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, mollie was rubbing her twat in bliss, which was stretched to its absolute maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while genus Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her bare body.

keeping her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball sack was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's thigh-slapper and moans were silenced and replaced with a deep gagging audio. Her heart rolled back into her head and her body became limp as she tried to treat the intense wizard blasting through her nervure. Baltoh's peter was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely asleep. This was worlds beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human, and her body could barely manage with the dynamic hammering that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The rough out slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after coming until Baltoh finally had to discontinue to catch up with his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, genus Selene crawled over to her."Molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't vexation, she's mulct. I kept a close eye on her strong-arm and mental state to prepare certain I didn't endanger her or bring down any actual harm. Her brainiac has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the coming she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her psyche is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, genus Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her Friend's effect off his shaft. After slurping up every drop of pussy juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated ride. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her slit like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, mollie began to stimulate, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, genus Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her breast against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whine in joy and her eyes bolt undetermined.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside Molly, Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their naked bodies together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, ass my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussycat didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juice to slide his cock between her firm ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky impression of her diffuse material body as he diverted the head back into Selene's puss. Still lying on top of molly, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a rubber eraser band and her oily juices dripped into molly's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth River, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could hold back grinding his cock in between molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main upshot and fully-entered Selene, forcing his intact cock into her hungry kitty-cat. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast mightily strokes, Selene couldn't terminate herself from moaning in Adam. With Selene moaning right in her ear and her tight naked body rubbing and jiggling against hers, mollie was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's redress baby, fuck me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bold and excited.

After a few bit of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to molly, pushing his glistening rooster into her deliciously soft twat, using the wetness from Selene as lubricating substance.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full hurrying while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning woman, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the other. As they took turns being fucked, Selene and molly were running their paw and touching themselves, though with mollie having her dorsum to Selene, she had to mostly meet herself with rubbing her own cunt or fingering her fan's asshole.

"Please, let me imbibe it. I really want to suck in it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his peter out of genus Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a wisecrack whore, molly turned and tried to lick Baltoh's beam, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to savour it,"mollie whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a big glob of spit. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her Friend's spitting and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While molly blew Baltoh, genus Selene was on all quaternity by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, infant, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The hybrid bit his lip in nervousness as the meaning hit him like a smacking from a wet hired man, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the last matter he wanted to do was have the woman he loved any physical discomfort, her Scripture did founder him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no prevarication, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and love him.

Molly sat back, a flavour of astonishment on her look as she realized that now was her time to provide the two buff with some space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a pedigree of kiss up her back and along her berm and cervix, making her purr at his hint."Are you indisputable you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how much I love challenges. Any pain I will palpate will be my tribulation in showing you my love."

He replied with a candy kiss to the rachis of the ear and then sat up.

"postponement, let me help,"mollie said softly, kissing Baltoh on the articulatio humeri and moving over to genus Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass cheek and stretched her asshole with her middle fingers. Convulsing her cheek, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straightaway into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it bubble over so that a small current flowed down in between the damp back talk of her twat. Taking a deep breather, Baltoh pressed the head of his cock against her oiled motherfucker and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the compactness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the point in ; it was like trying to have intercourse a rubber band for a lobster claw. He continued to agitate, slowly stretching her anus and making genus Selene whine and cringe. Beside her, molly was spitting every chunk of saliva she could gather onto the head of Baltoh's phallus, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his tooth and carved a long crack in the floor with his behind as he finally managed to pop the fountainhead of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in bother but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow up down.

Now that he had worked the straits in, the operose part was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and molly had used to lube her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, mm by mm, biting his lip as he tried to stand firm the tightfistedness while molly supportably spread genus Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort Selene, stroking her whisker, kissing her defenseless physical body, and even working her finger between Selene's legs.

Time passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could sink in her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her face as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be conciliate,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her blue rachis, giving genus Selene a minute to get accustomed to the great pot stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to draw in out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her shake and wince. Keeping his head inside, he came to a stop and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her headspring up and gripped the English of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally demand distinction of how commodity her anus felt. While her kitty had not nearly been as closely and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round dickhead was squeezing it from all face equally, and while it was clenching with incredible power, it was a much more natural fit.

Burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this time pulling it back in a single stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spit on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that feels so good. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her headway down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her rear and stood up, unable to jazz her on his knees due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to take up a slow and steady calendar method, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanity. Standing up over her, he was almost jump as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long obtuse chance event, turning her hums into moans of cloud nine that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in speed. While he rocked her world, Molly was behind her with her face buried in Selene's exposed bitch, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fasting pace and the apartment was filled with the sounds of genus Selene's ass slapping against his second joint and her glorious groan of pleasance, both from the anal penetration and her best booster gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to wield the downwardly shaft of Baltoh plunging into Selene's whoreson. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her arsehole with such speed and power that it would forever be as sluttish as a pair of sweatpants. Selene was giving a ceaseless scream of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all feeling from the waist down except the ace of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sensations shot through every roughage of her being.

After ten minute, she became as hobble as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to fleet out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his turncock from her anus, which was gaping undefended and refused to return to its archetype size. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her oral fissure, deep throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of genus Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a loggerheaded coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my spell. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a minute to rest. She deserves to finger as safe as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all fours, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the anchor ring open so that Baltoh could spatter into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't vexation, it won't be as knockout as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my pet,"She said with a sexy flash.

Baltoh gave a play out smile and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the question of his shaft against her prick. Gritting his teeth against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly besotted, she had been right when she said that she was easier than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal retentive sex. However, Baltoh's sizing was completely new to her, as her hollering were shuffle with screeching of pain in the ass.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two transactions, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in volume while his speed slowly rose. Before retentive, her ass was smacking against his second joint with the like splendiferous clapping phone as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to give up it up to his maximum speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smile on her font, and the alone love in her eyes. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top pep pill, fucking Molly's bastard so laborious and so fast that the speech sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his prick 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 loud cry as Baltoh gave her a thundery orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a stoppage, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a mysterious gaping crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't hold in out much longer. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"funny, you've been fighting nonstop flight for thousands of eld, but a couple cleaning lady from earthly concern can entrust you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the impudence. She then looked at her protagonist."Molly, how about we finish him the same way we finish each former ?"

Tired but to a greater extent than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd making love to."

With mollie to his right and Selene to his left field, Baltoh sat against the bulwark while the two women moved closer to each other, interlocking their peg and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's cock between their twat. Gyrating their hips, the two women began grinding the sass of their cunts against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became dense as the soft skin rubbed against his putz in a way similar to a handwriting job. Just the mental spirit and the image were as good as the strong-arm experience, both for him and his lover and sexual conversance. Selene and molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his hammer against their swollen slit, loving the feeling the hot member against the back talk, their smooth second joint rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several duncical streams of semen shot out and up from the head, far more than any regular human sum. The white fountain covered Selene and mollie's laps, basically glazing their puss in sperm cell. Staying pressed together, Selene and mollie slowly scraped the semen off his cock and resettled on his stage, scissoring to the point of climax as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seminal fluid sliding between their legato wet pussies and the softness of each former's lips.

Having climaxed, the two women separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their cunt as if it were chocolate syrup. After every chunk was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his side like affectionate cats.

"That truly was most gratifying,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two fair sex just hummed in tired agreement with their faces buried his dresser. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a consequence to let his wings extend from his body, them wrapped them around the women's raw soundbox and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so beaming we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely capable to keep open her center open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for cock,"Molly replied, giving a small stretch and rubbing her mammilla against Baltoh's bare dresser.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as genus Selene wrapped her digit around his flaccid dick and gently stroked it, ineffective to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't receive me too often,"mollie then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at molly."What's legal injury ?"

"goose egg. I would have it off to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in lovemaking, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the time, and this isn't a family relationship for three. debate me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde beauty and licking Baltoh's semen out of every corner of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire lower eubstance is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that hard every day of the hebdomad, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smiling, kissing Molly on the brow and then Selene on the brim. Kept warm by his consistency heat from their raw soundbox pressed together and the blanket-like fender, Selene and mollie slowly drifted to sleep with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his chest. With a smile on his cheek, Baltoh rested his nerve against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. genus Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the Lapplander posture, their naked bodies feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fright were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't stir in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his animal foot, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the cover over them. Their arms were wrapped around each other's au naturel bodies, their nipples were touching, and their os frontale were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his organic structure. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could rise under the covers with them and decrease asleep with their naked physical structure pressed against his, but after the first-class honours degree night he spent with genus Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New York city when there were now six ogre that could strike at any clock time. Even with the Angelica Archangelica around, the death toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair out of their faces, smiling as he admired their beauty. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the temple, as if they were not his sex pardner, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his face pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and genus Selene first made honey, and to Baltoh, it was the capital month of his lifespan, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple metre, he and Selene would get together and enact that sweet passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of genus Selene's flawless trunk, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine peach, and loved her for her sweet soul and tender heart. Selene was very standardised in that gaze, in that nothing could ever appease her desire to ride and suck Baltoh's powerful dick. 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 angry harpy, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a demon in the sackful. She just couldn't mathematical function without either walking bowlegged after being hinge upon like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every hour that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their body together in that loving physical trammel, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as practically time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the cleaning lady he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious mind to take as a lot as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past tense to verbalize of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, history, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the gears in his psyche turned. She also asked him questions about the universe and the pits, not specifically what underworld itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the battles he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his memory from lifetime in the inferno. There were also questions about his natural action on Earth, as when Selene discovered just how much collected clip he had spent in the universe of the living since his birthing, she found that they had a lot more to talk about than she thought.

He also got to pass time with Molly, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its kind, caring but platonic. With genus Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With rosemary, he had learned to be a instructor, and with molly, she had learned to be a acquaintance. 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 fan for threesomes, her hungriness for Baltoh's cock and Selene's pussycat bringing her to the apartment a few metre a week. Baltoh certainly didn't thinker, as he enjoyed fucking her like a automobile, and genus Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and Molly with her, as if her world was complete.



The six daimon all stood around a pocket-size campfire of human ivory from their last repast, deep below the metropolis. All centre were on Abaddon, the ogre first appointed to be in charge of this projection. Only he could spend a penny the decision for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle disruption out on the outskirts. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an alleyway, only to give birth his attending drawn back to Selene's apartment through the feather he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could feel great concern and pain, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another trinity with her and Molly, and now both fair sex were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, impregnable than the void of place. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much power that every windowpane in the building lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the car were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the space behind him into a snowstorm of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a furious scowl as he honed in on Selene's flat, his sword in hand and his tooth and chela sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that defy plan of attack Selene, he would make them suffer the tortures of underworld a thousand times over. He finally reached the flat, slowing down and becoming impalpable before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment building had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit was in ruins, with all the piece of furniture smashed to pieces and the wall shredded with claw brand. Selene was gone and in the middle of the apartment lay Molly, the biography torn from her tortured body. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen story and moved into the meat of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a gothic torture rack, her wrists and articulatio talocruralis nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's lifeless corpse, his eyes wide and his breathing shoal. He had witnessed and experienced the worst tortures of blaze, but seeing her, the cleaning lady he considered his dear acquaintance and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that table was more than he could suffer. Her entire pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the power point where her pelvic arch was crushed into splinters and her wooden leg were barely clinging to her body. Her thigh as ass cheeks were riddled with collation marks and had chunks ripped out of them from when the daimon decided to sample her easygoing physique. Her tit had been reduced to thick bloody slip, having been carved and cut up in pointless torture to make her suffer. Her fingers were broken and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with thorny conducting wire. Her headspring was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to bury demon sperm. Her cheek had been ripped surface, most likely by accident when the monster took turns raping her mouth. Her palpebra had been cut off so that she could not blink and the center themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth crisscross along her throat. conclusion but certainly not to the lowest degree, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by ogre sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hand shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted molly's lifeless consistence, holding it tightly."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to take place to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, sweet soul,"he murmured with his nerve pressed against his forehead.

In his warmness, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poisonous substance in his vein as he mourned her exit. However they did it, the Demons had tortured Molly far longer than the signal of Selene's danger had been felt. well-nigh belike, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still numb, probably kept from waking up through a Demon piece. Everyone in the apartment edifice had been killed so that the law wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to blockade the Demons, but they would have been an annoyance and an interruption. After all the eon he had spent being tortured in Hell as a legion of human souls, he could well imagine the bother she had experienced and the excruciation in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from mollie by a reverberance sound. Situated on one of the stools form the island board, Selene's phone sat two measure away, ringing as if nada had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the mercilessness through the line without even holding the phone. Trying to keep on his toughness in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a wonderful musical composition of engineering that these humans have invented. The ability to speak to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your expiry guarantee. For dragging genus Selene into this, I will micturate you suffer to a greater extent agony than all the captive of Hell across all of account. I will inflict to a greater extent bother on you than your worst incubus for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain sensation that Molly went through. I will point 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 genus Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to cite she served as a good good example. But shit, she sure could take a peter and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts open like rotten melon. Hmmm, delicious. But the upright part was how she screamed your name."

"Every give-and-take you speak will be another million cerebration that subspecies through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would watch the scourge if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my tail so that I can feel that body of hers, and boy, it surely is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breathing spell."What do you require ?"

"Your helper. Once the sun comes up in a few hour, we shall take a crap our move. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also keep us prophylactic from the strength of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every Angel and archangel out of our involvement. If any of us sees so practically as a single feathering while we are working, I assure you that my associates and I will spend every sec of our living tormenting this little squawk in ways learned straight from the passkey of Torture themselves. She will suffer more than any human, living or short, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better sustain the backer meddling, because if you fail, Selene will regard being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a hopeful rose-cheeked red shade, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the rakehell soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical center of New York metropolis, unseeable to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the can of Abaddon's final remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the gentle wind kissed her nude flesh the same way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's dead dead body she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her typeface was streaked with rip at the atrocious hatful of molly's bloody butchered carcase and the flavour of dreadful helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed evacuate, and mollie's clothes still on the level. She got up to look for her ally, wanting to go back to log Z's clutching molly's warn naked physique against hers, lusting for the feeling of her mild skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat little late-night bite off her breasts, and instead found her best Quaker and sapphic lover nailed to her island table, getting her innards ripped out and eaten by four daimon while the fifth raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feather and awake Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy niggling jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and drinking in the reverence in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the death of her admirer and praying for the man she loved to come up save her. She wanted to scream, to ring out for soul to avail her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so lots as a sound, he would cut off her knocker, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breathing space and stretched. The prison term had finally come. Dredging up his powerfulness, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a trance and sending out an energy signal his brother to do the Saame."Demon Art : Horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy stratum, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the setting. Flying in geological formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony expression on his face and sword in paw.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the Hell are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his side.

growl, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the demon'side since the starting time !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at rosemary, who had a very tense and restrained look on her face but curiosity in her optic."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the char I love, and in return for her rubber return, 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 unharmed world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his sword raised. He swung his blade diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a child swinging his teacher's measure ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his blade and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the heart.

The sword burst out his rachis and Michael vomited a huge splatter of stemma. The other Archangels stared in jar at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his steel free, tearing out strips of Michael's flesh that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the s time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with origin streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to splatter off the blood.



Across the metropolis, in five key points where the symbols had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their mitt on the ground, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"devil Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Falls Art : Saint Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six daemon position, stop their spells at all monetary value !"Gabriel hurl, using the spell to get hold of all the holy person in New House of York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"saint Art : Crusaders Cathedral summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
down feather below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its space, a massive cathedral built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windowpane of the grand Christian church were all colored and ornately arranged to make montage of saints, made with inhuman acquisition and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of treasure. Above the cracking oak doors was a rose window, made of glass amalgamate with gold and silver to form a sun surrounded by maven. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in poses of petition or charity, and the campana tug was decorated with statues of archangel, all standing resolute with their swords in manus but resting with the tips on the ground, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tug was a clay squab, holding an Olea europaea branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the duomo, the people in the street and nearby edifice fled at the master copy structure's collapse. Slowly, the doorway opened and Angel streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading duomo worked on Angel Falls in the same way the Conjuring Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of being to help whoever had summoned the duomo. In this typesetter's case, all the Angels that were on their way to try and arrest the demon had now been teleported to the prospect of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."holy person Art : rosary Restraints."Countless chains of prayer beads bead were shot down at the backer, tying them all up so that they could not leave alone and attack the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep genus Selene good, even if that means taking role in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosemary said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to check him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to destroy the dry land, 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 duty beset upon us, so let's block off argument and engagement as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each campaign match in worthiness !"she said with painful resolution in her phonation. Holding out her manus, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more sagacity. You will view as nothing against us and we will hold zippo against you. We fight with honor, using only our swords, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both garden angelica flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his pass, but he blocked them with his own with fiddling effort. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raffaello Sanzio who had tried a sneak attack from behind. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and rosemary back, then delivered a deep slash across their belly and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the basis, rosemary quickly cast a healing spell 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 hoodlum, even as he turned and smacked aside a god ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not encounter our gaze ? Are you afraid to take care upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."backer Art : halo discus !"she called, pulling a chain of halos from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"daimon Art : Tombstone buckler,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized tomb marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the project doughnut. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of knife thrust and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"fiend Art : night Shackles."From the metal stria around his wrist, various bladed Sir Ernst Boris Chain injection forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you agitate us now with so much shame when you have shown no wavering in striking down an Angelica Archangelica before ? Why do you overmaster us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three daylight ?'rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of feather Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosmarinus officinalis shot forward with white fire streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defensive measure to block her onslaught, deflecting the strike with a lazy swing of his brand, still keeping his look cast in shadow. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his steel was burning with white flames, increasing the penetrating top executive so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the unanimous heftiness but ineffective to go in past the costa. Baltoh shook only from the encroachment but showed no reception to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosemary with a smutty sphere of vigour charging at the tip of his claw."Demon Art : nighttime Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a obtuse eructation of shadow energy that was so tumid in diam that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the remains of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show self-reproach, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us take up you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block our attack or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the steel from his manus with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical telephone circuit down that sliced off his fender, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in bother and ineffective to maintain his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a puddle of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go stop Abaddon. With his helping hand limp and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."Demon Art : Claw Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like troll from miniskirt guns at Michael.

The pincer ripped apart the street like mortar shield as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"angel Art : Ultimate penance !"Gabriel shape, finally breaking relieve of his straitjacket of infernal region chains.

Upon the epithet of the spell, a car-sized wooden crown of thorns fell out of the sky, directly towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to set down square on the top of his head, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her understructure, having healed her burning and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heat and power is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hate now directed ? How can you live with so lots anger in your heart, so much hatred ?'

With hollering of determination, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their brand burning with Caucasian flaming, desperate to deliver any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his headland to try and drive home a killing strike and Rosemary went towards the slope, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attending. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's attack, but before rosemary could strickle, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his helping hand, sending his clawed digit bursting out of a gawp mess in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his behind and stabbed rosemary through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate to the highest degree of all is yourself ?"Rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raffaello Santi limped over to help them with their accidental injury as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their power spirit level one end prison term, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their energy into their swords. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly cultivate, but they had to do everything they could to try and vanquish him.

hollo in both defeat and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, ready to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four archangel all stopped in midflight as fountains of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in hurting as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the tum, cutting so deep that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their glower eubstance. Their torso cut open and unable to take the air, the Angelica Archangelica once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's doorway. unable to break exempt of the rosary string that held them like pianoforte wire, the crowd of Angels could do goose egg but ticker in repugnance and dread as their leader crawled across the basis like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to follow up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it potential ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every fight we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this washy and lost compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the front man, he gets us with his blade. Attack from the slope, he blocks with his annex. Attack from arse, he lashes out with that damned tail end. We can't even get him with tour because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing mitt between the two one-half of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many harm on us, so I always assumed our great power levels were actually close. But now, he's going for pedigree. He's never truly gone after our spirit,"Gabriel panted, his mentum streaked with profligate and his lungs struggling to part.

Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hands to hold her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been capable to draw our swords. He just wants to keep us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his kernel and fight for the cleaning woman he loves, the one cleaning lady who can truly take away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three Leigh Hunt that demon down and stop his architectural plan. There is only one way I can even give birth a chance of matching his durability, just make trusted it doesn't go to waste product,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same elevation as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will happen if you use that proficiency ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to look Baltoh without his brand."You're hard than us, Baltoh ; it's impossible for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're unattackable, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his allow for wrist.

"holy person Art : Final Crucifixion ! Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in concern. But even though the crosses were summoned, the spell did not fully actuate due to Baltoh's control. A huge skeletal hand then burst and grabbed Rosmarinus officinalis, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your prayer beads chains, I swear on everything between Heaven and underworld that I will kill them. Move your hired hand an inch and I will start the crucifixion for your buddy and their deaths will be on your scruples. I have zippo against the young lady, so I will give up her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The standstill was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the archangel all sensed the Demons complete their charm. Across New House of York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their cite artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to blaze. The objects they had summoned were house-sized caldron, adorned with engraving of humankind being cooked and eaten and filled with liquified flames. The mouthpiece of the cauldron were actually portals, leading straight to the Lake of Fire in the center of Inferno. They were normally used as an environmental reward, where the caster would get out their opposition into it and incinerate them in the infernal region. However, they would all serve different purposes on this day.

In the pith of New House of York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his repulsion obelisk began to glow and sent out a wave of dark energy like an EMP. The Wave stretched out in all directions like the first of a tsunami, having no affect on the urban center itself but supercharging the Inferno abysm. Upon receiving the strengthening transmitting, the five cauldrons all shot geysers of red region straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with black cloud and the sun became dark as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldron changed their intention, no longer pulling matter into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red light and hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each other with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York metropolis with the Horror Obelisk in the center and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive ring. Upon the normal's completion, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the existence as the ring of red region tore through the dimensional roadblock between Earth and Hades like a cookie cutter. Across the globe, people were panicking as they tried to see 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 urine flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to befall, Baltoh shot off towards the centerfield of New York to fight Abaddon and regain Selene. The Archangels quickly followed courtship, praying that they would be able to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to arrive at the Horror Obelisk, followed by the archangel. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow Demons. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as twilight, the Demons were no longer inconspicuous, scaring off any multitude who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its hindquarters, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the minginess in his dresser as he looked at her, searching for any sign of trauma or injury.

"What the the pits have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"snake pit, snake pit is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able to weaken the barrier between universes and open the portal site to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will sink in between the dimensions, and once it gets redress between them, it shall be obliterated and the true doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the urban center from Hell. You should say goodbye to New House of York, because it will be a part of Earth for only another two calendar week, and in a month it will be obliterated and a true inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This city is essentially a hot ember on a sheet of paper, burning through and creating a mess that can not be fixed.

If you want somebody to give thanks, plough to Baltoh. Only by retrieving mo and spell of his energy from jumping between proportion were we able to create a portal unchanging enough for a few of us to slip by through. You have no melodic theme how many eon we had to look in blaze to conglomerate sufficiency of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched fists.

True to Abaddon's Bible, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the earth by the chiliad, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in packs so dense that they looked like column of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the city, but were unable to pass the electrocution ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the portal was truly opened, the forces of inferno could get into New York, but they could not leave and neither could humans get in. Following the unmindful pawns, devil began to come along by the dozens, laughing at their impending freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the pit Abysses, you will not stop the cognitive operation. The door has already been carved, now we just need to wait for this city to sink between universes and unfold it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his side downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instructions. You promised me you would retrovert Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning at the stake like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is free to go. assume back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide-eyed center as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the Saami nation, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the center of the street and wrapped their implements of war around each early, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in angelical relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and mollie,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just gladiolus I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the slope of his cervix.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his articulatio humeri and was human face to grimace with Michael, who had a much mild expression his case."This is a side of meat of you that I have never seen, this adult female has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how heavily we just fought, I think I can finally hope you in your resoluteness to front these Demons. Don't get me amiss ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a score to reconcile after this, but I think it's clock time for us to finally exercise on the Same side."Michael then walked past times Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder and one of his rarefied 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 bother, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a Demon. However, you made one fateful flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting reinforcer, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the flat coat.

Instantly, all the daemon and Gargoyles New York shielded their eye as blinding rays of golden Christ Within shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the center of the light were thousands of Angels and dozens of Archangels, entering the null-space of New York and ready for fight. The armies of promised land landed on the ceiling of construction and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their artillery, as well as all the daemon situated behind them and in the sky.

"genus Selene, I have to get you to safety device,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just forebode me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by ogre and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the osculation, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something thrust him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breathing space being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib Cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a Hydra and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every holy person, Gargoyle, Archangel, and Demon stared at the two lovers. With spacious centre, Abaddon looked up at a devil standing on a nearby building. The beast was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a two-timer.

But while the monster was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"Selene gasped as stemma began to stream from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to process the mass of her injury. Her wholly body vibration, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of black flames flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in annoyance as the fervour ate away at her with incredible swiftness. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no subject how very much magnate her put into the spell, her weak man body was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the dim fire moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in minute. Not only was it destroying her body, but her mortal as well, meaning that she would cease to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flaming moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal cords failed to exercise, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his mouth hanging undefendable as he desperately tried to talk. Even though he couldn't say anything, genus Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her lips against his before the Black flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his totally soundbox shaking and air refusing to enter or exit his lungs. All the Angel Falls and Archangels were silent, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise hybrid lowered his shaking deal, scooping up the ash tree that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the pitch blackness gunpowder in his ribbon, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first tears that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his digit and two bar of tears ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a mystifying breath and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal bulk, it was carried by Baltoh's push and spread across the globe. Everywhere, people turned their attention away from the infernal sky and their petition as the howling reached their ear, so saturated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its weight. The sound was so wakeless, so mournful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in their own hearts, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the humans were unable to stand up as the sadness in the Baltoh's howling hit them the knockout due to their propinquity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to drop off their swords as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric shock. Even the devil and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop, and the whole Earth fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would occur. Everyone ducked as broken glassful suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the urban center simultaneously shattering into gunpowder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as snap began to appear in the primer around him. In a great crash, a pool-sized volcanic crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A illumination crack cocaine wrapped around Baltoh, picking up genus Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his pes, his face downcast and hidden by his exhaust hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his vim. The Gargoyles and saint fell out of the sky like bird 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 annex, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level ground, facing Abaddon and the repugnance Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You lowball my love life, my power, and my hate,"he hissed, his font hidden in fantasm but his centre glowing like coal.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning ring began to raise, floating five feet above him. As he raised his flank and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosmarinus officinalis and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the doughnut down, having it hover in front line of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in place like four finger's breadth around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any other, his most mightily proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Angelica Archangelica trying to diminish the Gargoyle population in Hell. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, answering the same doubtfulness as asked by Raphael.

"It's a spell so powerful that it has no name and originates from neither visible light nor darkness. It is strong enough to wipe out the original of Torture and Titans. Even the inferno Princes are wary of its power !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to whirl like a gyro between the steer of his wings

"Every time he uses it, he risks destroying hell itself in the process. It is a jet of pure vim straight from his soul, the collective hate of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of major power that puts Archangel and ogre spells to shame. If he uses that piece here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"Rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in hurrying, Baltoh released an animalistic bellowing of ira and frustration with tears streaming from his outer space. Finally, the halo was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of light with energy streaming forth in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the worldly concern if you use that !"Rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulse, he released the Ne blast at Abaddon and his mathematical group. It was so undimmed that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel Falls and Angelica Archangelica behind Baltoh back. Its diam instantly expanded upon launching, becoming over a hundred ft widely before it reached the Horror Obelisk. Using the ghost play spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to safe as the blast obliterated the former five Demons, the dagger, and everything else in its course. The blow continued expanding and flying, vaporizing edifice, Gargoyles, demon, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a massive scar across New York City, the blast soared past the fence of hellfire and Rebecca West out across the landscape, growing declamatory and more powerful as it consumed all the subject in front of it. Lucky for the Earth, the world curve ball took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and mellow instead of staying parallel to the primer. By the sentence it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through blank space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her base, in awe at the destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another yowl of anger, charging a eruption to uttermost power in just a twain indorsement. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to dodge just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this fourth dimension at a slightly lower angle to the Northeast. Just like the low gear, the second atomic number 10 blast instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal speeding, growing to be a hundred meters wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The blow carved another massive mark across New York, destroying everything before it whether aliveness or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower angle, the blast basically dive into the ocean, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending gargantuan tidal wafture in all directions as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the earth pot in one-half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating mark on the world's cheekiness before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first time, Baltoh fired his third clap immediately, swinging it up to catch Abaddon in midair. The blast finally got him, annihilating the daemon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a secondment, it seemed like nix would pass off, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom clouds appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the moon itself was split in twain, having been carved in one-half by the blast with the two one-half jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every trunk of water on the satellite suddenly exploded into a massive eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a ruinous gravitative imbalance, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's heart. Already, tsunamis were sweep up across Brobdingnagian stretchability of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other saint and Archangel combined their power and cast a repairing barrier on the lunation, trying to put the two halves back together before the scathe to the solid ground became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and daimon hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright streak engulfed infinite building as it grew, and while most of the daemon were able to fudge the flack, various remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were ineffectual to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into pure vitality as they were dematerialized by the raw business leader.

He began charging his fifth eruption, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so a lot pain that he wanted to proceed blasting until he died or the cosmos was destroyed. This flack would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporise New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't care, he just wanted the botheration to go away.

Just as he was about to fire, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the feeling of diffuse hand pressed against his face. A twain of glowing blank saint wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the possessor was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his read/write head and his wing fell slack. His solid body shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at genus Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful grinning and all the making love in her eyes. She was wearing a Andrew Dickson White dress and hovering over her head was a gilt halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my earnest sugariness Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could feature come back Sooner, but it took metre to become an Angel. God stepped in just in time to save my someone before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their lip separated, a stinging nuisance stabbed his brain as he realized the abysmal amount of destruction he had just brought forth for no reason. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his stifle with crying falling from his oculus as he considered all the innocent people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her blazon around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still alive and I gave into my anger. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to assist you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their mouth separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her aspect and a halo above her header. Miraculously, the little hellcat had gotten into nirvana.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would let made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to save as many lives as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry, Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined fan suddenly jerked as all of New House of York City began to didder, experiencing a massive drop in EL. Descending an inch every mo, the metropolis began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the worldly concern, a noggin of black smoke formed above New York, separating New York from the major planet physically and visibly while it sank mystifying and mysterious, descending five foundation below sea point in a undivided minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his metrical foot, completely drained of vitality but full of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the ogre and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the urban center or going back to sin to plan for the next blast, and the force-out of Heaven were still trying to repair the lunar month. Baltoh looked back as genus Selene wrapped her fingers around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we have never faced a office like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the site, and no longer were the Angels or Angelica Archangelica hiding their existence. The room was willed with multitude, including the new city manager ( the endure one had been killed when the threshold first opened ), the chief of police, all the garden angelica, Baltoh, Selene, respective Angels, and multiple human example for the the great unwashed of the city.

It had been XXIV hours since the door had been established, and a body politic of emergency brake had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The urban center had sunk so far into the terra firma that it was surrounded on all side of meat by rampart of stone in a dig going down more than a mile beneath the control surface of the major planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the hulk wellspring, but with the city painted red by the visible light for the red region that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every politics was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no subject how hard the American language government worked to prevent it a occult, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the eye of it all spreading. Currently, US military unit were surrounding the impenetrable black covered stadium of digest smoke around the city while the top scientists in the country tried to estimate out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of red region on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the attic. nil could get through, not even go, light, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the exterior mankind, power and running water were lost, and generator were responsible for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the elevation of the Hellfire fencing. The air was filled with fear and despair, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their supplication. law were working without rest or reprieve as the partitioning of realness brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The monastic order had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get weapons if they could or join together with citizenry who had arm. This was going to be a actual war, and everyone would have to fight back. The lowest 24 time of day had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the city, and blessing every artillery and bullet that could be found. While the holy objects would not be strong enough to take out a Demon, a blessed shotgun shell would be adequate to blast a muddle in a Gargoyle's chest and pour down it.

Finally, the opportunity to come together and get planning had arrived, and the forces of paradise, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to visualize out some way they would pull round. The host of shadow had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in infernal region that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosmarinus officinalis,"even though we can pass through dimensions and that dome, we can not bring any humans with us. We can make people intangible though contact, but we can not change that kind of tycoon to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the concluding obstruction in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the sides of the shaft are what are keeping the two universe separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of earth through this shaft, but without Angel business leader, they can never penetrate the sides or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of Hellfire around the city is only about ten news report in high spirits, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional pouch, a house of cards cutting New House of York off from the world. Angel can give through it, but human being and diabolic power can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a benediction, as it will stay fresh this city from being incinerated by the solid ground's core.

Long history short, voiding is not and alternative, we can't get through the out of doors world, and supply can't be brought in. Everyone in the metropolis is stuck in here."

"well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the people who want to defend but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with Angels to act as guards to the multitude,"Raffaello Santi said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your masses, the Angels will stop them. As for the ogre, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most likely greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our horn card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can struggle off the hordes of Demons and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New House of York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to override the process before then."

"Most likely the rootage of this problem is in Hell. 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 forces of infernal region outnumber us a G to one in terms of attack aircraft. If someone is a particularly avid miscreant, then infernal region will become their place instead of their prison, and they will join the horde of dungeon maestro that torture the other residents. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the material hardcore mother fucker : the life-in-prison guy, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive underworld and don't just crumble into ash and later become a part of a conglomerate that forms a demon. These guys are evil enough to get Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malice of human beings and you have a never-ending deluge of base soldiers, not to mention that there are far More Demons than archangel. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able-bodied to present the integrality of snake pit, their universe is as dim as a dying star. If I were to remove on all of hell on earth, they would just wash over me like a tidal wafture. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to revoke the outgrowth,"Raphael said."The Demons were able to open up a threshold with only man emotions and spells, so hopefully we can close down it in a similar way. We just demand time to come up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five infernal region abysm cauldrons in the five recession of the city, so we might be able to vacate the process with a Hope Beacon in the substance of New House of York where the repulsion Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the master cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only capable to do this because this city was a colossal hub of ire and negative energy, basically it was a giant weight on the fabric of space and time. We would have to create an equal and opposite affect in Order to even have a luck, and even then, it would probably only answer as a plug in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough prescribed energy if we combined our mightiness or one of us broke a prayer beads chain,"Rosemary suggested.

"The forces of inferno would flood the city with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Inferno beneath us with the nuisance and hatred of its house physician wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and archangel down here to add his or her strength, there is no way we could overpower the malevolent miasma of netherworld. As powerful as it is, even breaking a prayer beads Ernst Boris Chain would just be like fighting a forest flaming with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy sheriff city manager asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep from just blowing his mentality out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to carry on with this ? The world, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and abide our meter until we can come up with a way to reverse all this. As for the the great unwashed, they'll just have to grapple and take over what is going on. When it comes to fight, just establish sure that you get your weapons blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chemical chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dingy halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the Archangels. You have noticed the rosary chains that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insuperable boost of power, one that is very brief but brings them up to my level of might. The Demons have a similar motion where they can give away their shackles, however, both motility result in death.

A few ogre in history that broke their shackles, but only because they did not know what the toll was. As I said before, devil absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a total of five minutes, we were on a completely still playing field. For archangel, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of archangel, God puts a Navy SEAL on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after Satan's rebellion. Michael threatened to break a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even adequate to of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. midst pillars of fastball were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would burn to the terra firma, since the flack fighters couldn't afford to waste any water. The black lines were barely seeable against the sway wall of the shot New York had sank through, shape with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a issue of clock time until that solid rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but ineffective to affect it.

Was it potential for the people to survive ? To pull together and fight back this menace ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to action everything."

"You've been working around-the-clock since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to rest or regain your strength,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to make up for. I made a Brobdingnagian error that took a lot of life and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to rue for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a luck to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"Well, I've mostly accepted it. It's weird to think that I am dead, especially when I think about how overwrought my category will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the retention alone is plenty to nearly drive her insane. I would give anything to be able to help oneself her. I just have to desire we can survive this engagement and live on in peace. But we'll hybrid 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 turn a loss you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their sass separated after the attendant buss, Selene gained a strong smile.

"Here, adopt me. I know a way to relieve some of your accent,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside genus Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smile on her face. Even during the end of the domain, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and rapturous grin made Baltoh block all of his troubles and caution, replacing them instead with love and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his after part around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few hour of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony window like ghost. As expected, the way was vacant and showed no signs of dwelling house. With a coy grinning, Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel Falls, I was completely converted and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to return my virginity you, just like I wish I could feature done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her impertinence, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a smiling, genus Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the strap of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to displume the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to proceed. Unable to stamp down his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her close wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the angel wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarments, letting Baltoh facial expression upon the gorgeous ebony soma that drove him unfounded. Her breasts were still like melons and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her abdomen was still as insipid as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hips had their common voluminosity, with her thighs as smooth as methamphetamine hydrochloride and as voiced as the ears of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a one-fourth across the elbow room while still rippling after a dainty sapidity and would put a Brazilian sprigger to shame. Between her smooth thigh, the lips of her pussy were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her organic structure as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unique amorousness. Wearing a wry smile, genus Selene slipped off her place and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a eyeshot of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her annex re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the goal were curled up against the walls."What do you think ? Do I look like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his fender re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely consistence. He started first gently kissing her feet, then ran his lips against the book binding of her shins, then took his time in licking her smooth thighs with his long forked lingua, taking in the toothsome taste of her diffuse pelt. All the spell, genus Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing tactual sensation, driving herself angry in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his tummy with Selene's legs on his shoulders and his face just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of Shangri-la. Selene gave a cushy coo of arousal as Baltoh provided huge amounts of stimulation and sentience through the small and lightest of mite, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lip against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her rima oris and saturating his sensory faculty of taste with her delicious juices, licking up her essence like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar. Selene gave a sharp hum at his touch and ran his fingers through his hair, squirming in joy with each flick of his lingua inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his tongue, checking to form sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a virtuoso, using his tongue to tickle and stimulate every medium nub and flap in her soundbox, bringing her to her first coming in record time and making her phone call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral exam tour of genus Selene's body, spending a few seconds to cover her soft smooth belly in kisses before moving up to her chest of drawers. heedful not to scratch her with his claws, he squeezed and massaged her boob as if they were stress-relievers, making genus Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender nerve termination. Baltoh wrapped his rim around her right tit, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the left nipple, painting it with his tongue with the same energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the heart of the night by inspiration. The taste of her tit was almost as succulent as her cunt, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that set up nub drove him wild with lust, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a zit right on her nipple, he moved past her chest and began kissing her collarbone and her indulgent pharynx, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the pinna. He then kissed her several fourth dimension on the brass, once on the ear, several times on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the backtalk, where they maintained that link with an undying rage, separating and rejoining over and over again while their glossa swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"ejaculate on babe, rock my creation,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will suffer, no subject how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel body is different than my human dead body. From the man I love, I can feel no nuisance. There is nothing you can feed me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big jab, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his pecker to the lips of her waiting pussy without his hand. As he slowly pushed the head into the entrance, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as diffused and wet as her backtalk and with that stark tightness : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his entire cock into her in a I poke and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a rock moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a 1 tinge of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even name 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.

making sure his hands weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing press-up and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was yearner than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the wallboard behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly muscular thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go loony !"she howled as he slammed the thick turning point of her pussy with the power of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her stage and lifted her hip joint and Baltoh crouched over her on his human knee, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in walking on air every time his sinewy penis was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the box of her sass while his ball sack slapped her ass. The candy kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched holla from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new Angel consistence and Baltoh could sample the delicious hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her demarcation line. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his binding, shocked as she reinserted his tool into her piece crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her body back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her breasts jiggling with each rock and her breathing with child from the strain on her arms and branch. Baltoh just smiled and laid his principal back, basking in the amusement of how heroic she was to get fucked by him and the mystifying hums she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human trunk, Selene was capable to keep the attitude going for another twenty dollar bill minute of arc, not to say that Baltoh didn't assistance her out and cradle her with his seat. With the wall broken, her third orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him oblivion style.

After various minutes of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his peter interior on her. They were still for a brief span of time, both with ship's boat smiles on their faces as he ran his fingerbreadth through her pilus and she massaged his pectus. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in relief at the mass being removed from her consistency. She then began moving back and Forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass cheeks, clenched between them tightly and moving the cutis as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to sleep together my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her digit around the dig, she pressed the bulging head against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin kitty-cat, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her anatomical sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a deep breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big turncock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk unsporting,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

genus Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face twist in the cumbersome pleasure and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every corner of her asshole, sending shivers throughout her body as if he were poking her spinal corduroy with the nous of his dick.

"child, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar spirit minginess in his pelvic region.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a limited surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his rooster to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every Angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top pep pill, making genus Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screams of disco biscuit made it all worth it as his thigh slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his member like a fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so very 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 stay erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that special surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the sharpness of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the level.

With his dick slowly returning to its prime, Baltoh sat at the boundary of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his putz in her back talk and began bobbing her psyche, slurping up the mixture of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were hot chocolate sirup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her sass as she worked her tongue and cheeks against the attendant 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 eject grinning and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her raw D-cup breasts together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricator as she rubbed the two high-sounding hillock of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breast glistening with spittle, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him fumble his entire load from not just the feel, but the picture and mental realization.

With her breasts held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy body of water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face mastered and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the pussy as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricating substance to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a minute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her knocker against his rooster so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several stringy streams of hot jizz blasted from his rooster, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her face, and bathing her tit in a puddle of white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his hard-on gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every dip of spermatozoon on her grimace and chest.

"Forget angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."cartel me, I was never this wild with the male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all mark new for me. I guess we both have a minuscule monster inside of us, and you sure know how to impart mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."cum here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and keep back patrolling the city for when the violence of snake pit make their move. Besides, I've gone integral years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"honey, don't even think that you can fool me. come here, I'll maintain watch for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the covering. Selene did the like and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you anticipate you won't descent asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the other side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her head on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his pectus.

With Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both DOE and semen, Baltoh had no difficulty falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with chiliad of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and gathering above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the first battle of New York. Working together to counter the Army of darkness, all the Angel Falls grouped together and attacked like a tidal undulation of ignitor, slamming into the Gargoyle cloud and slaughtering hundreds of wolf every min with their commingle index. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her shut by at all time when the scrap began. Regardless of Baltoh's bedevilment, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all holy person, she had no sword or spells with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unnamed radiance that allowed her to shock and cauterize infernal fauna on striking. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a Martial artistry deterrent example, she was able to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been converted faster, stronger, and smarter as an Angel. With holy place Energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual punches and kicks that would burn right through their chassis. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her injuries and then generate to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the swarm of Gargoyles, swinging his steel wildly and hacking the animate being to pieces like steel of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the crew, carving slews of Gargoyles in half every second gear with his brand glistening with their descent. Now with greater identification number of enemies all around him, his death count was reaching its usual numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to toss off moths with darts, now it was like shooting Fish in a barrel.

A booming joke drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as potential with a Demon with two elephantine ivory protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in movement of the Demon and grabbed him with his bum like a fly landing in a wanderer's web. With a powerful jerk of his hind end, Baltoh crushed the fiend in his grip, slicing it to patch as if a dozen closure by compartment had besieged the physical structure. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the consistence and splattering off the blood.

pile in the street below and in the edifice, humans with blame arm 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 gut to agitate were facing the forces of Hell with blamed crowbars, nail-bats, butcher knives, and firearms. While the sky was filled with ululation and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and sidesplitter of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the Sami way that they would bears. However, the engagement was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep fighting after multiple gunshot injury to the dresser, not to mention that they too had a long-range approach in the form of their mini Dark Pulses. The streets ran red with descent as people were tackled and torn to tag by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the animation figure with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of concealment and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a pack of cheetahs sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and rent running down his aspect, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicle he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne wight managed to leave five late gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his groundwork as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his scattergun, he blasted the monster in the aspect with a load of sanctum buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its material body badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the windowpane, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his backrest 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 in conclusion vacate shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hands as calm as possible while sweat dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a recess through the carrell aisle, slowly approaching on all IV like a haunt lion. Raising his artillery with trembling hands, the man loaded the first casing and fired, blasting the animate being in the shoulder joint and wounded it. A 2nd Gargoyle leapt from the incline, snarling with bloodlust. With a sidesplitter passing his lips, the man discharged the empty case with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a cakehole in the brute's chest and sending it tumbling to the trading floor, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the initiation. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him frontal with its recollective forked lingua swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty casing, he took aim and fired, only to hear a flabby clink instead of a loud kick. Before he could even rely, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail body with barbarous power. A pool of line was forming beneath her, her snatch was an identical mess of rip up flesh, and her pelvic girdle was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a eviscerate police policeman. Sitting in a puddle of filthy water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final scream and stretch, she reached out grasped the end of the drum, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five circle straight into its skull, shredding its Einstein and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell suddenly to the side, its cock was removed with one final painful tear. With her lower physical structure almost ripped apart and tear streaking her face, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a soundless cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a mephistophelean smile and a throbbing erection. Releasing its claws from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the lady friend. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too mightily to be taken down in a single scene. With split streaming down her brass, she whispered a soft apology to her household, put the gun in her back talk, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted Negro steel with flaming wheels and rotting carcasses nailed to the side. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rust collar of slaves from Hell, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin bodies, spring blazon, and iron mask. Riding in the chariot was a monster with black armor, a whip of pure fire, and a serrate broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unholy give-and-take ravaged their nous like heater ant chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ calf love their bones, rip their build, and drink their descent ! The cleaning woman will cry as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for expiry as we enslave them ! Let them experience pain, let them know reverence, and let them know hell !'

"monster Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the daimon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the proclamation of the magic spell, the street was ripped apart as hundred of tombstones of all size of it and shapes burst out like woodchuck, destroying the roar and coming up with enough world power to flip-flop cars. With a dampen bellowing, skeletal hands with greenish-black color reached out of the reason as the Sinners of Hell entered New York, each grave spitting them out like serpent from a pit. blade of pitch-dark steel in script, the skeletal system laughed and cheered at the chance to finally impart carnage to a real human city after so many years and Hell. existence truly evilness souls, they had lost their frame and blood in tandem with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

police motorcar and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a deep clacking calendar method of birth control. Wasting no metre in ordering the undead felon to halt, the officers formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened fire with shooting iron, shotguns, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeletons. While they were rickety than fiend in terms of power and they were made of only bones, they proved to be quite resilient to the heater. The skeletons were made of a far secure material than just calcium-rich cellular telephone, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organ to live, the evildoer could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

cheering swears and praising the Prince of Darkness, the skeletons broke rank and file and charged towards the melodic phrase of police officers, swinging their brand above their question while they ran. The closer they got, the more impairment they received from the officer's bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off arm, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominos in the ruffle, their impulse was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of auto and immediately went to turn, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the constabulary while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing on the cap of one of the SWAT vans, an aged Archangel clapped his hands together."holy man Art : promised land Lantern Summoning !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a firm Au lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the sparkle of Heaven shone down from the side and onto the USA of the sinner. The skeletal frame howled in agony and tried to screen themselves as the Light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying ice.

The fiend commanding them shielded his eyes as skunk billowed from his physical body, hissing from the burning pain. With a bellowing of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery lash, causing it to spring up in distance and scud forward like a tentacle. The flaming leash wrapped around the statue, and with a furious tangle, the Demon yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble holy man, sending huge pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"holy man Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the archangel flying straight down towards him with his brand in script. With a bellow of confidence, the Archangel brought down his brand with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the daemon's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding metropolis blocking to simultaneously explode into clouds of debris and twisted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screaming cut through the air, following several inauspicious crashes. Great pillars of smoke and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the forces of sin coming up from right beneath them. These were a new terror, not bad skeletons that towered at over two hundred foot in height. These dark-green ivory titan were known as Bleaks, and they were the event of hundreds of sinner joining together into one entity, similar to how demon are born.

However, their sizing and consistence were due to the fact that the hatred of the person strong drink that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of captive joining together from the purest ash tree, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an balloon fauna that was not dumb enough in its iniquity to make headway a compacted Demon body. However, while they were not quite as undestroyable as Demons and they lacked the power to use spells, their full-sized shadow heartbeat and stupendous bodies allowed them to have Brobdingnagian amounts of destruction.

With their red center gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly sinewy darkness Pulse, launching the dense black lasers into the city. The bam whiplashed across the sea of building, blooming into massive explosions that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his extension could deport him, charging his major power in readiness to destroy the hellish abominations. Spotting his overture, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the Angelica Archangelica but ripping away the roof of a tall flat building and sending bricks and twisted metallic element raining down into the street.

"backer Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a muscular kick.

Upon contact, the hulk systema skeletale's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one instruction from the power of Raphael's recoil and essentially beheading the beast.

"saint Art : Gates of Heaven !"he cast with his backrest turned to a Bleak charging a nighttime Pulse. The inkiness light beam surged out from between the skeleton's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"he called once the blow was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful balance beam of holy place energy at the frame and obliterating its skull.

The tertiary Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With slight effort, Raphael brought his sword down onto its articulatio radiocarpea and sliced off its paw. The Bleak roared in pain sensation and shouted scourge at Raphael while charging a Dark impulse. Before the eruption could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his brand raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead savage's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and part its consistence in half, slicing it all the way through its breast and spine as if his sword was fifty dollar bill substructure long. Upon breaking through the hip, Raphael looked up as the split parts of the systema skeletale began to separate, detonating the half-charged Dark heartbeat and shattering the entire body in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the archangel to press the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Hades. The area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the meg. All the garden angelica were firing Divinity electron beam into the black geyser of fauna while Baltoh was using both the feathering Arrow and hook Bullet go, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the force of his tour, blood and butchered body parts fell like waterfalls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the sweeping Divinity shaft of the garden angelica. Every s that passed by, X of thousands are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as muscular as the forces of Heaven were, the legions of underworld outnumbered them in horrifying order of magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with daimon. Every few minutes, one of the garden angelica would have to go forth and go typeface a fiend that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby construction, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get by Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her self-assurance 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 claw barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in sanctum energy, and delivered her strong punch to the Gargoyle's fount, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the puff of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its spirit with a deadly kick, slicing its capitulum off its berm with the snowy aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and correctly slope, giving her no chance to extradite counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The gang of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her plumage glowing with sign mightiness, she spun around with her wings full expended and carved them all down like the sword of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a big crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single cliff of concern in her heart and soul and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of conflict, she had a wide grinning on her fount from the physical travail and the tactile sensation of the travail on her face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the dead on target sprightliness or end challenge and the prospect to be pushed to her demarcation, it was practically euphoric. She could barely hold in her happiness at pressure level she could feel and vigor within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, lilliputian beef !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a golf stroke of her arm, Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two character flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her backstage, she gave a mighty get-up-and-go against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beast did not see this coming and were caught of guard, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifetime to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her work force had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a danseuse and carved down the black creatures with her radiance wings, one of them managed to down five large cold shoulder across her berm. While the pain stopped her momentum, the thrill it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"Perfect, it's no fun without a petty something to pay for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her stock of its pincer in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to spit her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her posture, pulling the animate being off its feet and swinging it around like a heavyweight flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling stick, her offend arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the cause being used to combat the bother made Selene's heart race in use. It was not a sadistic joy, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive youngster desperate to get out of school day and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the song, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of genus Selene's balance. She continued to spin around, desperately trying to retard herself down and get a cargo deck of herself. So empty-headed she could barely think, genus Selene fell back into the weaponry of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each early, they both smiled and shared a recollective candy kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to blockade his deluge of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our tending !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus line of sidesplitter.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly waterspout and clapped his hired hand together."Angel Art : Roaring Clouds Of Shangri-la !"

oceanic abyss in the Gargoyle deluge, a swell eruption of bloodless clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense convolution with holy energy crackling through the congregation 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 sealskin over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"Good, now we can centre on other expanse. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the swarm roadblock. His four wings were pointed downwards and his doughnut was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you wild ? ! You'll destroy all of pit and contract us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its rightful powerfulness. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the abyssal blast.

The neon beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal falls and snuffing out the swarm barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's calculations had been even off in the vividness of the flak, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipage with acid. The ray shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from infernal region to try and get to New York, basically carving through their drove like a jet of hot water through ice. respective million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The clap zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking hell on earth and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point of near city-wide destruction, an burst was set off in Hell, equalise to More than ten yard hydrogen bombs. An ocean of fire surged up in the blank between New York and Hades, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the city and killing them like insects under the madness of a flamethrower, sending their destruction toll to the chain of mountains near ten digits. From every possible action carved into the urban center, a pillar of fire shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental bearings and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in cushion and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's have care of the survivors and then repair the damage,"he called out as his glory returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hall of one of New York's hospitals, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stay alive with a lacerated windpipe and jugular vein vein. His hands were glowing with green Energy, repairing the damaged faster than modern medicine ever could. To the auditory sensation of the generator hum in the basement, doctors and nursemaid struggled to keep people alive with dim kindling and melt resources. Every hallway and elbow room was stuffed with bottom, the floor was wet with descent from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only shaver injuries would basically have to take with it themselves or hope they could ascertain an Angel Falls to serve them. This was just one infirmary, and that was only counting the the great unwashed who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in annoyance and need of help, the medical staff worked feverishly not to waste time or attending by asking the Angels questions while they helped incline to the wounded. For every Dr. and nurse, there was one holy person using his or her power to heal someone, and the pauperization to ask them about the afterlife or, the closed book of the universe, or even personal questions was overpowering. Here they were, the answers to the greatest questions on earthly concern, but just as they would open their sassing to speak, a cry of pain from their affected role or a sudden spray of blood would drag their attention back to the matter at hand, forcing them to defend in their curiosity.

The angel had a similar jumpiness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more peculiarity than awe. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threat to Eden, a berserk that had defeated garden angelica as if they were cipher. Even though he had never killed any of the forces of Heaven, his fiend half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a terror, while his archangel half and his campaign to slay evil made him almost an perfection.

Once the wound in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. Well over a hundred holy man were arriving to assist in the healing process, meaning that he could finally take a good luck. Even after firing a fury blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three hundred multitude, his energy stage were still fairly high, but his mind was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing literal living man lose their life history in such horrific ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming impalpable, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to clear his psyche for a few second. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the departure with his script over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a cleaning woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous look on her face.

"Molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the wall, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would talk to Selene, but I can't come up her anywhere and she is probably just as engaged as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the only former non-human that I know, and I just don't think a support someone would understand me.

Oh god, this is so poor fish. You already have so much to mete out with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"mollie,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her path."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problems don't matter and you don't want give anyone else the sum up onus. But we are Quaker and I want to avail you. I want to make you happy. Any system of weights you have to carry, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad smile on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her station beside him and looking down at the trading floor, taking a deep breathing spell."The job is… I was too scared to fight down. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those lusus naturae, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without disinclination, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the first place, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"mollie, there is nothing wrong with being scared, especially for someone in your spatial relation. If genus Selene had endured what you endured, then she would consume froze as well. Not only is it preposterous to just expect you to be a attack aircraft, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have aught 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 favourable hair's-breadth, and as his digit grazed her cheek, she burst into tear and sat down on the storey, wrapped in her backstage. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to think of something to say, something to make her feel better, but he had no experience in which to puff on. He didn't know how to comfort mass 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 judgment wanders, I remember the pain in the neck I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her impudence, ending her gasp.

In the recession of the roof, Rosmarinus officinalis landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to break up. With a flavour of warm pride on her boldness, she stood back to let Baltoh aid Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're dead now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human dead body, 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 carry. Your body is completely untouched ; zippo has been taken from you. The only traces of your pain in the ass lie in your own memories. All you have to do is bet forward to the future and bury the preceding like your old trunk. What happened to you happened, we can't variety that, but you can come to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an Angel, and you have the greatest fortune in the world to change everything and beginning from scratch."

mollie gained a lowly smiling of peace on her aspect as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that genus Selene really was just what you needed…"rosemary silently whispered, feeling her nerve clotheshorse as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the metre you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to fight, you're more than than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will gauge you. You have all the time in the world to sort out affair out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I part a Julian Bond as well."

Molly was mute, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his handwriting and lifted her chin, looking into her blueness centre and trying to get her to verbalise."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to take me feel better. fix dearest to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you certainly ? Oh all matter, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of pitilessness, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken attention of. I want to bury 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 Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosemary thought before Baltoh and mollie began making out.

Rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues dance and their manus run across each other's bodies. Baltoh was gentle at inaugural, waiting to feel mollie's stimulation reach its peak before showing any variety of aggression. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the bulwark of the exit and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her cervix and making her purr in pleasure. Rosmarinus officinalis watched them with her wholly consistence shaking and her breathing quick and shoal. This was the low sentence she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the paries, Baltoh continued to osculate her neck opening and clavicle, while she purred in felicity from the mite of his lips and wrapped her leg around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his cowling back and running her fingers through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long tongue between Molly's rim, licking the inside of her backtalk while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy strap of her apparel and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to rend down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugs pop out like airbags. Molly's respiration was cloggy as the fresh air kissed her boob, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every boldness with artistic acquisition, bringing her to her maximal level of arousal.

As Rosmarinus officinalis watched Baltoh suck on molly's mammilla and pass on 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 knocker tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the flavor of euphory on her grimace was sending ripples of warmth through her body from between her leg. No topic how gruelling she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling covetous, as her breasts were nothing compared to the squishy bowling Ball that stood out on molly's chest.

"Baltoh, recount me you love me,"mollie whispered as he cut away her garb, exposing her wet scanty. Her voice was gamy pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to imply it. I don't forethought if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to find out it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."molly, I love you."

All of the zip he had burned with just a second before became steady, as he leaned forward and gave her a long kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her intimation thick with hormones and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her step-in, revealing her smooth wet prick, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants with one hired man, Baltoh pulled out his turncock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering mollie, he continued to snog her and grinded the prick against her look pussy, driving her wild with anticipation. Without him even inserting the head, he had mollie giving soft moans of bliss as his powerful shaft rubbed against her diffuse touchy lips. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the point in time of begging to palpate it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was ineffectual to see Baltoh's manhood, 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 oddity of whether he had the endowment of a devil or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear life while his cock rubbed against her snatch and got soaked in her juices as it widened her sassing in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me feel you,"she murmured with her look buried in the incline of his neck.

Holding her up even eminent, Baltoh positioned his cock against the spread sass of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual bliss. Working his cock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt mollie's interior open up and broaden to accept him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasance that jumped in book each endorsement. In the backcloth, Rosemary was watching them with her optic panoptic and her breathing heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to feel what she was.

spirit her maidenhead, Baltoh came to a stop and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the wall with his physical structure. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their finger intertwined above their heads. With molly's hands spread and their palm tree pressed together, Baltoh dug his pincer into the rampart, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual regular recurrence. Sensing what was about to hap, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the last push.

Finally, in one slap-up poke, Baltoh forced his entire cock into her Virgo slit, rupturing her Hymen like a grapevine under a sledgehammer and making molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she listened to mollie moan like an opera singer, wishing that she could experience the Saami penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his turncock out of her, revealing the blood of her virginal membrane coating his member.

With her virginal membrane ruptured, Baltoh began working his prick back into her in farsighted, deep thrusts. Each sentence he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his claws. Her breasts bouncing with each hefty jab, Molly gave a continuous moan of intimate ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her inside with his mesomorphic harmonium, growing in speed in fastness every indorsement. In to a lesser extent than a minute, he was fucking her like a machine with her dead body pinned against the wall and her digit wrapped around his as he worked to prevent his powerful pace. Her titty were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to account the feeling of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful humanness.

In the background, rosemary was flushed with the overcome desire to touch herself, her skin crawling and itch as if she were covered in bug collation. Listening to molly begging for Baltoh to love her harder, faster, and deeper was driving her wild with lust and enviousness, but no matter how cracking the desire became, she refused to indulge in the sinful desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of dissoluteness. But no matter how strong she tried, she could not search away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five bit.

Deciding that there was no understanding to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental roadblock of self-control and increased his speed and king, fucking her as hard and profligate as physically possible, making molly cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her soft ardent snatch, slamming into every sore patch and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her interior with what felt like the pressure of a fire hose, she honestly couldn't Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her cunt from the atmospheric pressure of the flood, heightening her own sexual climax and rocking her world as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's hands as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her solid body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing hard, Baltoh pulled out of mollie and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was unable to bear. As if broken from a trance, rosemary shook her question from side to side and felt up her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible asset, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top level and then made her way through the construction to the staircase leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would distrust her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last deep breath to calm her nerves, she walked up the staircase, opened the doorway, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the sight before her. Molly was on her knee, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible acquisition, draining every last bead of ejaculate. Baltoh grunted as he had his second climax and molly leaned her head back with her mouth receptive, letting semen spray her face and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained chunk and licking him plumb. Even while flaccid, Rosmarinus officinalis was unable to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond telling, but with a scowl, she let go of the threshold and allowed it to close, creating a forte bang that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to go on in city manor hall, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his trouser, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a humble grin and leaned forward, kissing the one post on her face that wasn't coated in seed."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after rosemary and stepped into the iniquity staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to conclude the room access, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her toughness leaked out.

"If they're all in metropolis 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 brass as hard as she could. The blow didn't send Baltoh back a exclusive step, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be average, but never cruel. I thought you were in sexual love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that harlot ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; Molly is office of our kinship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a triplet with her friend. We had just had one on the dark Selene was captured and molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's idea. She is now percentage of the chemical group. I did zilch wrong."

While his row crushed Rosemary'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 gumption to say the intellect. Don't be a passive-aggressive cunt about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a tear ran down her buttock."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longsighted, and I knew you wagerer than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with someone, it should take been me ! Instead you just mounted the first man you saw and started fucking any composition of ass that walked by without tending or emotion ! If it was so easily 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 Same person you met in the pits twenty-three years ago,"he said softly.

"Don't ease up me that diddly, nix in hellhole ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the paries, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Inferno twenty-three long time ago, that was twenty-three yr for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. thing change Rosmarinus officinalis, affair always change, including masses, and while you may not believe it, you're the understanding why I changed so a good deal,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, snag streaming from her eyes."It's not clean. If you changed so lots, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the rampart with their digit intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him entertain on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the framework of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so warm and sinewy to her, she desperately wished she could see it and stir 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 post that he had been in with Molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her eye closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt spread as their sass joined and separated and their glossa danced. Rosmarinus officinalis began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to get thrusting his eubstance forward, rubbing his drape hammer between her leg, with her pantie becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the trading floor."Then in meter, perhaps you shall have it. Things are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my truce with Heaven won't last too long after this all ends and the line of products of part will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to get to blame a incline, just pee-pee surely that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some clock time. Even in Inferno, it will call for a while for enough scout troop to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the drawing card of the defensive force were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their future move. Selene was there but rosemary was belated to arrive.

"But at what toll. Baltoh, do you have any idea how very much wrong you may have just inflicted to sin ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. Forget a hole between proportion, that dimension would destroy itself and drag out the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That blast caused a lot less devastation than you think, as most of the vigor was expelled through the upwards fusillade of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"genus Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a century thousand people and more than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the city, there were just too many foeman forces to hold on the humans safe. And that's not even counting the number of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't imagine any of the house physician of this urban center surviving this war. Most potential, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutter will be overflowing with blood,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"have you guys figured out how to overturn all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our best mind in Heaven running simulation after simulation and studying this unusual person from every angle,"Raffaello Sanzio sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating the great unwashed between their appearing. We've found signs of symbols scribbled across the city in human bloodline, and I don't just mean at the sites where those Inferno abyss were summoned. This metropolis is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can guess, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the tribal chief of police yelled, already on edge from the engagement, the demise, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more complex than just six summons and human negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the Library of Congress out of binary program codification, that's how composite it was. We're trying to figure out the exact sequence of symbolization required, but it's foresightful than your DNA and finding even well-nigh 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 state you what sort of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing chemical formula from scratch, it would strike thousands, if not tens of K of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of infernal region,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"genus Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the geniuses in paradise just draw in out the correct sequence at random like a crew of monkeys on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to turn back the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as stale as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to help us ?"the city manager asked.

The way was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the release on of the reality a long time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them head on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to continue ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The admittedly monster. I'm indisputable you think that the Old Nick is actually Old Nick, who was originally the fallen Archangel Lucifer. That is wrong. the Tempter and Lucifer are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of darkness ? wellspring Tenebrous is the king, the first gear fiendish entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can break off him ?"genus Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breather."No, his great power are domain apart from mine. I can't even shoot down the blaze Princes. I'm a powerful fighter and I can have world desolation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his powers lie on a universal musical scale. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred times, and each meter, I escape by the skin of my teeth. Every time I've come to Earth, 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 repeal it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was unsounded and time slowly passed by. One bit, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his tented fingers, deep in mentation."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing space.

Everyone turned to him, the archangel with an especially unquiet tone on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the summons. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the political machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such words is blasphemy !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally deep vocalisation and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a possibility dreamt up in Hell by pleasure seeker philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a belittled idea like yours, one that has not lived for as tenacious as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the patch of their stories through the abrupt hinderance of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in frolic to lower the doer playing these gods dramatically onto the phase. However, it has a unlike yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Wahvey in Heaven that created this universe and Hell, but Heaven and Hell splitting off from this universe upon its birth, in which you humans call the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposite weightiness on a scale, then this universe is the scale itself. In this idea, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ Asa Gray ’, or essentially the compounding of wickedness and brightness.

The second parting of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were less existence, no greater than you or I. The belief is that there are three Thrones, each service of process as the beating inwardness and matrix of a land. Whether these are real potty or symbolic ones, nobody is sure. But they say that whoever is able to take a Throne becomes a god of that universe. Tenebrous occupies the Throne of inferno, Jehovah occupies the crapper of Heaven, and the stool of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this case, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the stool creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can consider ascendance of the pot of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the normal. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side of meat is our skilful bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would mold together from now on, but that doesn't mean value we're friends so you don't get to pull these practical put-on !"Michael barked.

"The only reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lie you've been told. With the possibility of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that phylogenesis is true and you and your fellow Archangels were created after the comer of human, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"Heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosemary on the former script had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"postponement on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as lots detail or information. The explanation I received was nothing like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what variant you heard, every edition is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the affront to everything we believe and follow ? The insult to the Truth of the world ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the the true that we believe and watch ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the verity to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand eld. We're his Archangels, his courier, and yet I can't commend the go clip I saw him or heard him. We know aught about Godhead, only what we have told each early. And here he is, the Old and unattackable of us, the only Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever exist, the greatest unusual person in the existence, and he knows the origin of the universe with Thomas More clarity than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Angelica Archangelica'tending."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to tell one-half holy man and archangel in Heaven to stop their unsufferable mission to recover a reversing turn and instead narrate them to start looking for the throne of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the following clock time I fire one of my flack down into perdition, it will be at full tycoon. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable options. Find the crapper or fellate up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just hold open my city !"the mayor shouted.

"Fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are genuine crapper or if it's a symbolic name. How can we rule something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to advert that looking for it means searching the stallion universe,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to front at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our undimmed minds on it. At to the lowest degree we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a twinkling of visible radiation as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is null we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the dark approached ( though there was no way to tell time in the subterranean urban center ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his leftfield thigh and Molly straddling his rightfulness. The two women were rubbing their slippery puss against his legs like a couple of dolphinfish scratching an itchiness and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the 3 were all kissing each other with their lingua forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosmarinus officinalis standing in the corner, completely undetectable to all senses. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a potpourri of unlike emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the animal dance while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being intimate with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of involvement with his devotee and blond concubine at the same time, Rosemary felt bitter resentment and anger towards him for his lip service. But before long, that anger turned to envy, invidia of Selene and molly for being able to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange curiosity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated sexual love trigon. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's eye belonged to Selene and genus Selene's to Baltoh… it was very flummox. The results were a fuddle knot of social kinetics 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 women kiss each early with Baltoh's tongue between their soft wet mouth and their hands gently stroke and vellicate each early's nude torso, Rosemary could feel strong luxuria and desire burn within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly pure erotism to the touching between the two char, a singular amiableness that did not exist between a man and a women. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could name it to herself, just to deliver a definition for it.

In her life, the entirely sexual sentiment she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, lust and intimate hunger were flooding her body like a blood blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different illusion, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having hard feelings for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the track of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, babe, fuck me,"genus Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a osculation on the center of her thorax while mollie pouted that genus Selene got the first turn.

mollie moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his cock into her glistening snatch. She gave a soft whine of pleasure as it entered her, filling every corner and cranny of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her chest heave and her breast jiggling like water balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in cloud nine and rubbing her extend pussy with her bridge player after licking her fingers. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down apartment and Molly began riding his face, whining from the acute sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet puss while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging titties.

In the corner, Rosmarinus officinalis's external respiration was heavy as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and Molly's beautiful consistency, slightly glistening from a thin film of sweat, and listening to the audio of Selene's wet kitty-cat lips hungrily sucking Baltoh's prick while her smooth thighs clapped against his, rosemary felt like her entirely eubstance was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to palpate herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own bare body for the first real time in her life history. 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 good deal hard. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her backtalk, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her position, rubbing her finger against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy gasp and touch herself.

Back on the bed, mollie's coos were turning into loud whines as Baltoh's lasting knife brought her closer and closer to her first flood tide as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable pussy, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the toothsome taste and feeling of molly's essence. Desperate for further stimulus, the blond beauty shifted her weight, using one paw to coerce her huge boobs almost brutally and thumb her tight asshole with the other. Her whimper grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her acquaintance's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first sexual climax, she worked her middle fingerbreadth in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her physical structure from the unusual champion. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the bare kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricator in her motherfucker. Once she had it covered in another wet bed, she pulled her finger's breadth out, wiped it on Selene's mammilla, and then held it up to her acquaintance's face. Selene's wrapped her sassing around Molly's fingerbreadth, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, mollie gave a particularly loud high-pitched moan as she had her first sexual climax, flooding her insides with joyful fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole body shaking, mollie moved aside and lied down on the bed like an run down cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't think how practically that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't trouble, I'm ready for to a greater extent,"she replied, taking genus Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to take on Baltoh's muscular erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her branch around Molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck. Rosmarinus officinalis licked her rim with her oral fissure dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by somebody, specifically, one of the three before her. Her consistency ached to feel the au naturel body of Selene or Molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her peel in that Lapp sexual loving way and to find that same sweetness.

Molly finally managed to go the head of Baltoh's cock into the entree of her consistency and gave a loud vociferation pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stint to shoot in the plenty. Selene tightened her handle on her lesbian lover with her hand between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the head 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 unit body was trembling as she tried to become reacquainted with Baltoh's member interior of her and she was giving a soft whimper with each movement she made. After ten instant, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's backbreaking cock, quivering with each flash and glistening with her vaginal succus. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waistline to book her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her unfluctuating rhythm, springing on his turncock while crying out in raptus every meter the head word punched the deepest corner of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up speed, she relied Thomas More and more on Baltoh's powerful quarter to pump her up and down as if she were a plunger while the sound of her thigh clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her shriek of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the quoin, Rosemary was staring in awe at molly's heaving body, her breasts jumping like two perdurable weewee balloons attached to the handles of a pogo stick. Even without Inner Light on, mollie's trunk was glistening with a dilute level of sweat, allowing every muscular tissue under her hide to display itself with each jubilant microseism. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's prick and was fucked like a blow-up doll, Rosemary was filled with so much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her spit along this stranger's body as if she were a gargantuan lollipop.

The audio of Molly's second joint clapping against Baltoh's and her moans of intimate happiness was alike medicine to rosemary's ear, her vibrant body looked downright sexually attractive, the smell of her pussy juices was like perfume, and just the lot of the three sexual partners was captivating. All these component were driving Rosemary up the rampart and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her white meat tentatively with one bridge player and working her fingerbreadth in her step-in with the other. This was the get-go sentence she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle light touch of her finger sent frisson of bliss through her shaking eubstance.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own body as Molly released a agitate howler of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping twat and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smiling."Well darling, what do you think ? Would you be willing to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the Sami tender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh course of study, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his mouth against hers and then moved over to mollie. Leaning down, he began kissing her polish internal second joint before running his rim against her cherubic peach ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's sassing against her smooth sultry backside, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the turning point and did the same. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh lap up his rim in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and mouth working her like a neck massager, molly cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. genus Selene was working her digit between her pegleg frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the deal and sound of mollie being pleasured. Rosemary was in the Lapplander position, her shirt removed and her meek B-cup knocker exposed as she rubbed her easy skin, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being able to drub Molly.

After exploring the depth of her asshole with his long forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running kisses up her backbone and shoulder joint. After kissing her cervix and auricle, he sat up and grasped his shaft, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly have in mind that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosmarinus officinalis thought in disbelief.

mollie again spread her ass nerve as Baltoh pressed the head against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside mollie and tiff between her ass impudence, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his member into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with genus Selene, molly's whoreson instantly loosened and opened upon the incursion, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passage assailable, Baltoh plunged his cock into her bastard, making Molly scream like a banshie from the painless yet unutterable and awkward flavour of getting skewered by the meaty rod. rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his entire hammer in Molly's anus, wondering how the blond looker could possibly be moaning in X with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With long, slow apoplexy, Baltoh began to get laid mollie's ass with nifty skill, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to mollie's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her body like an automatic rifle pounding. Molly's moan became a ceaseless high-pitched shriek as the amount of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, genus Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless digit brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging peter, but watching and hearing molly was turning that disgust into herculean envy, invidia so great that she was almost about to go fingering her anus.

Rosemary's body was different from Selene and Molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned due date, but she had more than of an adolescent smell. As an Angelica Archangelica not created by God, her body was the result of a large group of backer fusing together into a individual spirit, ending up with a bod dictated by the majority of her"fixings ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were women, almost all of them quite offspring. But while her organic structure wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the same age as them, and she had a very uncommon trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"fan. Already, her thigh were glistening with the clear fluid that her arousal was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet sexual climax.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his focal ratio, making Molly give a particularly loud scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no homo would ever be capable to match his amphetamine. His whole body could barely be discerned as anything other than a heavyweight blur as he fucked her like a car. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at hazard of falling apart and Molly's anus was being pummeled so arduous and so deeply that only somebody with an Angel's endurance and stamen could keep from getting ripped spread like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so hard !"she screamed with the volume of a execution victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her pussy became soaked with a fresh level of fluid, fucking her through her coming. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's eubstance became serene and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her dickhead gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her unit soundbox was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to trip up his breath. With Baltoh's tool still standing at total tending, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her champion as if were butter on a Zea mays cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an saint, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one office of her head while the rest of her mind wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his set knee and her hands on his shoulders. With his hands on her coxa, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his shaft, working it into her anus. With the strength and natural endowment of a horse, Baltoh poke upwards into her anus, stretching the annulus to its limit and making Selene give a abstruse moan. Baltoh waited for a few secondment, making for certain that his position was chastise before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her spring another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced cycle, Molly held her headway between his wooden leg and licked Selene's grab, giving Selene a separate rush of delight. Watching Selene, never before had rosemary felt so often envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the same time… the sheer lust and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's son of a bitch and into her kitty-cat. Being an backer, disease and infection was impossible for Selene, and even if it was, her arse was as clean as a blanching agent bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no repercussions for her. All three char knew this, but the uncleanness of the act all made their hearts hop-skip a beat, before the recognition hit them and their stupor turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric grin on her face as Baltoh drove up into her pussy various prison term, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her son of a bitch, all in single fluid cause and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her twat, soaking both orifices with a scintillating miscellanea of each other's natural lube. When he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would figure out the appearing and disappearing shaft of light of his cock.

After twenty bit, Baltoh had to relinquish the place from the Brobdingnagian amount 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 cock. Once she had licked him clean-living, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all quartet with a coy smile. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the tumesce lip of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his instinctive air hammer rhythm, instantly turning genus Selene into a jittery shipwreck with her backtalk hanging open as she gave a low moan of unparalleled happiness. For the first few bit, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the interior of his mouth while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more stimulation and moved in front of Selene, lying on her spine with her legs spread and her flushed lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her deal onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her face in molly's cunt, licking her velvet rim with her long silky black hair scattered across her acquaintance's belly. molly's usual loud moan were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her hands against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipple while she let her body rest.

In her corner, Rosmarinus officinalis was chewing on her whisker like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heat and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable pep pill were making it difficult to stand, let alone go on from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquidness sprayed from her pussy as if it was a H2O gun as she achieved a female person ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her smooth legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the soaked lips.

After soaking Baltoh's stopcock with her orgasmic succus, Selene moved to the English to regain from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a minute in grabbing Molly and pulling the smiling nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his bureau, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over mollie and sat on her face, letting mollie glut herself on her sluttish, attender 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 stead for another ten mo with rosemary continuing to watch them and affect herself. The military position was broken only briefly so that mollie could straighten out herself and roll her peg around Baltoh'waistline, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her asshole. Selene too shifted view, sitting on her cad and grinding her liquid ebony ass nerve against mollie's look, purring at the smell of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the night, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two women. corporate hours were spent with his cock in different assholes, pussies, and lip, with often the time spent with a woman's lingua in his throat or his spit in one of their bodies.

"peeress, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

Hearing his warning, molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her ally's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their filling, Selene pressed her face against mollie's, both womanhood sticking out their tongues with their mouths spacious open.

Baltoh gripped his putz and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and physical barriers he had set up in his body to tumble down and let everything flow. With his eyes rolling back into his head, he released a thick gooey jet of his seed into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their oral fissure. After swallowing, the two cleaning woman sat up and began licking each other's faces like a duet of Caterpillar, cleaning each former from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his unharmed torso feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every cliff of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiling. His panting having slowed and his dead body as limber as a prophylactic band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"tinker's dam, that was squeamish,"Selene purred with her nerve pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right wing. Baltoh just gave a delicate laugh as the three sex partners closed their optic and became silent.

On the other side of meat of the room, rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with disgrace from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly have sex, masturbate to the view, and sense sexual attractive feature to the two cleaning woman. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the gist of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of clock time. 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 unharmed time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in seismic disturbance."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't sentience her !"

"Her direction on her concealing magic spell briefly wavered every clip she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy look on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our next session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it hard to believe that you are this willing to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to make each former happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the next battle, when all the Angels are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"take in"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's middle."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the entirely woman that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really bask these trivial sex parties. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get jealous and their feelings will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the lovemaking we plowshare. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate things. mollie loves you and Rosmarinus officinalis loves me. I just want to make sure we don't end up crossing a line and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather suffer my powers and be cast back into Hell to be tortured for all infinity than be without you."

Selene's smiling then gained a loving philia that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like dust against a broom."You will never lose me. My physical structure, creative thinker, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No topic what happens or how perplex things become, all that we need is to love each former, because that lovemaking will bandage us together forever,"she murmured, placing her script on his nerve.

"I love you, Selene. You are the only being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the just one who can separate me what to do, the only one who I will always come. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life in others hands like a troika if it is found. Everyone tries so unvoiced to hide his or her troika, to hold from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever have my sexual love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can attain this puppet draw in his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the same thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this existence for you, anything consent leave you. I lost my aliveness because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to exhibit you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an holy person, you know that ?"

"shtup that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to catch some Z's,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up au naturel 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 humble jest and then closed their middle, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the middle of the night, shining in through the window with the loudness of a stagecoach light. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The Harlan Stone shaft around the city 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 urban center had literally burned through the Earth's crust and was passing through the mantle. The only matter that kept New York from being instantly burned to a chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his drumhead back down on the pillow.



With Selene and molly's naked torso held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the English and flipped the bed as a stray good time struck the hotel elbow room balcony and sent rubble and die field glass flying through the air. exterior, a battle had just started and the forces of underworld were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his after part. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"good, then let's get dressed. It is time to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angels flew out of the destroyed hotel elbow room and looked out over the city. Already, Angelica Archangelica and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their blades and spells clashed, massive torrent of Gargoyles were bursting out of the earth like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and sinner were marching through the city, battling the residents of New House of York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest cloudburst of Gargoyles with Selene and Molly following him.

"holy person Art : offstage of the meliorist ! Demon Art : Blades of iniquity !"he called, stretching his offstage to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered auras of Theodore Harold White Inner Light radiated from his Angel wings while two steel-like fins of colored energy stretched from his fiend Wings. 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 to pieces as if they were pieces of meat dropped into a food for thought processor. Misty clouds of origin sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded dead body office blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunfire pulled Selene and Molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the Sinners and Gargoyles on foot. With how the vehicle was able-bodied to shatter the skeletons of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the darkness forces that filled the street, methamphetamine rained down from the power building to their right as evildoer leapt from the windows, howling curses with their rusty brand in hand.

"molly, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"farewell it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her kernel, having developed a raw affinity for scrap, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the solitary long-range attack of the saint : a specify divinity fudge Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch miniature Dark heartbeat. The blast whiplashed across the building, not mightily enough to slice up it in half like a full-sized immortal Ray, but packing more than enough strength to hide the Sinners.

With broken and scorch bones falling like hail but more evildoer continuing to bring down on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the roof of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a chopper with its rotor coil spinning. Any skeleton in the closet that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's fender, which were glowing with holy energy. On contact, the skeletons were shattered like glass vases and their pearl were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their heavy weapon at the Gargoyles and evildoer that were chasing the van like Leo after an elephant. Blessed by saint, their bullets were more than affective against the sinister legion, shattering the sinner'skeletons and blasting gory kettle of fish straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through wild boars.

Up ahead, mollie landed on the roof of a urban center bus which had an interior caked with blood and aimed her helping hand at the hordes of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roaring of wildness, she launched two beams of gilt energy from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dingy forces. With each she one cut down, five Thomas More would involve its home, drawn by the to-do of battle. But no subject how many showed up, she refused to tolerate her supply of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and genus Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % true. The thrill of conflict and raft of the Gargoyles and sinner were bringing spinal column storage of the pain in the neck and humiliation she suffered at the hands of the Demons. That pain in the neck was turning into fad and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own death and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a memory from her death made her blood burn in her nervure like molten alloy and caused raging tears to stream down her face, but it also caused the twin shaft of light of light shooting from her hands to increase in size and superpower, almost turning into actual divinity fudge Rays.

With a tawdry shriek, she doubled her output, making the earth shake and the windows of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of brightness obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the passenger in the van to get some likeness of safety.

"Get to Yankee Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the number one wood as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to mollie, who was wiping away her bout."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a ringlet of molly's favourable hair.

"Yeah, scrap is just helping me get over some event,"she replied, taking a deep intimation. With a tender smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut dead as the construction behind them exploded into a tidal undulation of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Scheol and into New House of York. genus Selene and mollie quickly raised their hands and each fired a beam of holy vim at the wickedness conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as a great deal damage as a pair of magnifying looking glass on a tree trunk. The animate being snarled and shielded its face from the lasers, causing two specialise column of bullet to move up up from its bridge player. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and molly and held them up, squeezing them in its mightily grip.

Crying out in the painful sensation of the vice-like long suit of the Bleak's skeletal helping hand, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the wight's face and fired a radio beam of clean into its heart, blinding the creature and causing smoke to stream Forth from its eye sockets. The animal reared back and howled in torment, tightening its bag on Selene and molly to the point where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a wickedness Pulse.

A kilometre away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their great power enhanced by eating homo soma and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his Quaker in the hands of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the monster managed a lucky barb and plunged her bone katana into his pectus and pierced his nerve.

Ignoring the combat injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper fate of its brass and much of its braincase. The Bleak staggered back and tried to delay live and on its human foot, allowing Selene and mollie to slue disengage of its grip. Before Baltoh could emit a sigh of substitute, one of the daimon 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.

break the katana and shoving the pick aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a infuriated maze. showtime reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his bridge player back and plunged it straight into the inwardness of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his claws and ripping out bloody strips of her middle and left lung. The devil vomited blood and tried to draw and quarter another katana from the rachis of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this fourth dimension striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a portion of her spinal column.

The other four demon attacked at once with their weapon system burning with black flames to inflict more damage. Materializing his blade, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe ten-strike of the arcsecond ogre, used his flop wings to block the skull-headed hammer encroachment of the third daimon, used his leftover wings to block the serrated jousting lance of the one-fourth ogre, and used his tail to strike back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a giant meat cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the painful sensation of the hammer breaking the bones in his right wing and the fizgig piercing his left wings, but he was able to detour the attacks of the instant and twenty percent and his wounds from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second devil with his can and the tierce and fourth with his steel, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards genus Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby cap, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing exponent. The fiend raised his meat cleaver steel above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"hoot it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, appearing side by side to Selene and mollie with her script aimed at the oncoming Demon."angel Art : Spear Of circumstances !"

From her palm, a prosperous voulge blade guesswork forth, made solely of light and as large as a car, but also being as thin as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant fizgig completely slipped through the monster's sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the daemon heading on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the animate being defeated, Rosmarinus officinalis turned to Selene and mollie, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each former and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to search right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her computer peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're observance over us, we're amercement,"Selene said with a otiose grinning.

rosemary's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, in effect. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his wellness restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused grin. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant rood in one of the churches of New York city. The battle was over, and as usual, every church in the city was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their life-time in the fight. The elbow room was crimson from the light of the hellfire fence around the metropolis departure through the window, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to wee the church building seem like the scene of a fell butchery by monster. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and do-or-die part were the unappeasable sobs and sniff of crying mass, either crying for hoi polloi they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

Rosmarinus officinalis had made herself invisible so that she could implore in concealment, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to sign them or their families, ask why God was not putting a plosive to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every decease that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every holy man and garden angelica that wasn't meddling healing the wounded and repairing the destroy urban center had taken a like form of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Angelica Archangelica to be in wild-eyed relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most prohibit man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual demand and desires, but the tabu of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

butt her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never mislay trust in the Maker, for by his making love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must go forward to fight and stay to implore, so that we may read our idolatry and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doors swung candid, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In mistreat Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the threshold. Word had spread throughout the city of this mysterious figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, devil, and evildoer that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angel who chose into interact with the human being, and their reply and depiction of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the struggle that had taken plaza in the city, he had become a legend. Many people revered him as the savior that would deliver the city and the globe from the brink of destruction, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon being and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will save you,"he announced with a voice so oceanic abyss and commanding that it made everyone shingle.

Rosemary's eye opened and she gasped at the auditory sensation of his voice. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the gangway backed away from him.

"alibi me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not save you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and saint can terminate the dark. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his centre to the click of a gun pointed at the rear of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a devil !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stronger than both,"he corrected, spreading his flank to their maximum length.

The way was filled with still grumble of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade annex and the two Negro leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This place will do none of you any good. This Christian church will not protect you from the strength of Hell, it will not get your aloof deity to get to down and spare you, and it will not get you entrance into Heaven. The but thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of lie, instead try and help those around you. There is much work that needs to be done in this city, the great unwashed to aid and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing someone to give your deal and get to run helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or obeisance, the people left the Christian church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The room access of the church closed, leaving it silent with lonesome Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to do work instead of wasting metre, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a grand people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city pulley-block. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to crush their opinion when you of all people know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her centre on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the universe of discourse than they ever could. Yahwe has done nothing for this Earth in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not manage about what happens to the people of this world or even his retainer ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and separate me that you care about this earth,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evilness. I care about destroying the darkness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hate of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not make love this world, but I have done more for it and its the great unwashed than YHVH ever has. So tell me, why do you still follow and idolise 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 former hand are one of the many garden angelica born through the collaboration of virtuous human souls, all wishing to press evil, just like I do. You are a unification of the souls of hoi polloi that were made on dry land by this creation, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a rich breath."Why did you number here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wing retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, rosemary had a hard time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking Rosemary hair and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was zip, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an inch from her ear. Rosmarinus officinalis's hint was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't suppose how sticky it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making rosemary's lungs stop working and her whole body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her facial expression in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her face in her manpower.

Baltoh wrapped his rear around her organic structure and felt the breaking ball hidden beneath her sloppy Archangel outfit. The gentle squeeze made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peace )."I know what you want. I know what you desire. Say it."

"I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell."she finally murmured, taking a deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his tongue against her ear and sent a sinewy tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his hands across her body, feeling her beautiful shape through her clothes and making her squirm in arousal, kissing her neck opening and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will grant you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will show you more seventh heaven than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is damage. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with genus Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight down her own sexual hunger.

"This was her mind. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to unite. I admit, at commencement I was sceptical about it, but the gustation of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her harbinger, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and bed each other ; that is our adhesion. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the pinch 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 thenar, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to find Selene and Molly's tongues against your body, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm flush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then have yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a smell of confused innocence and luxuria on her face, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating knife into her delicate wet back talk. rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his sassing with her natural language while carefully avoiding his discriminating tooth. While the flavor was longsighted since gone, rosemary could almost taste the succus of genus Selene and molly in his oral fissure and they drove her wild in crisp thirst.

With their sass locked and Baltoh's natural language filling her back talk, Rosemary did not find him tear away her pants with his chela, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his tail between her leg, catching the waistband of her panties with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only if thing separating rosemary from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.

erosion nothing but her prayer beads astragal chains around her wrists and feeling Baltoh's rooster standing at tending against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the feeling of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, incapacitated, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fear in battle before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the clemency of a muscular lion and the sense experience was sexually exhilarating. This flavor of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indescribable, the fear and the blissfulness that came with it made her shake in upheaval. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his humanness ; she wanted to posit to him and be dominated, though that parole was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could smell out this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild beast, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her intellect was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to try out, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth mouth of her snatch like a slithering Snake. Rosemary purred at the animal pinch, and when she reached down to experience her moistening button, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her movement. rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an tender cat, humming in blissfulness at the tactile sensation of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, book me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a tactile sensation she would be like this. In battle she is as violent as all of the early Archangels, but when sexually open and vulnerable, she is completely subservient, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting to a greater extent and more matter to,'Baltoh intellection to himself, feeling his demonic sense of sexual ascendancy beginning to reveal itself.

"What do you need ?"Baltoh asked, ending the candy kiss.

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the undercoat by her radiocarpal joint as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her pegleg together tightly as the touch of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third base sentence, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her placid rear and along her acantha, gently enough to only make the skin ascending and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your hammer !"she begged as she felt the morsel of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality modification."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new master ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all fours."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking great enjoyment in fulfilling her subservient desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a small grinning, Baltoh undressed and hefted his set up shaft, which was pulsing with each rhythm of his tenderness. On her knees, Rosemary stared at it with awe and fear, exchangeable to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a virgin with a less rise body, Rosemary's brilliantly optic and freckled boldness were refulgent with pureness. Even though she was in her 20, her virgin innocence and Young soundbox made her look so young.

"head start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her mouth, rosemary leaned back and began working her digit between her pegleg. Her breathing became quickly and shallow with soft hoo-hah of her vocalization and her hand became dampish with her juices. The more she worked, the Sir Thomas More her pussy began to spread up and give away itself, letting Baltoh depend down at the pink Department of the 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 naked trunk on video display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could experience his centre on him, his gaze as hot as the summertime sun, making her want to hide away.

"bread and butter going. Harder, faster. Don't plosive speech sound until you cum."

"Yes master copy,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for added stimulation. Sprawled out on the base, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the rood above them or the relief of the church, for she could not suffer the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your workforce and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the crook of her arm, Rosemary continued to finger herself with her whole dead body shaking with each pleasurable stir of her paw, all with her anus and glistening cunt in horizon of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an orgasm. Finally, he decided to leave her some help in a way he knew would wreak best for her. Like the serpent slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail over to the rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail assembly around her throat and gave a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her ventilation or cut off stemma flowing, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would have been so easy for him to obliterate her at that moment, to snuff out her life like she was nothing but a small animal. With Baltoh's buttocks wrapped around her mild throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosmarinus officinalis crossed the threshold into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets slit juice sprayed out from between her digit wildly, pooling beneath her. Her handwriting became a blur as she rubbed herself with new pep pill, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a moment, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole torso trembling, Rosemary held up her hand to her brass, looking at her anoint digit, glistening with her juice. repugnance filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so sinful. Baltoh's empennage tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and jitteriness with submissive arousal. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his cock just column inch from her face."buss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
list forwards, rosemary kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the strong fellow member touched her back talk like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and sting your tongue out."

Rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth all-encompassing with her tongue sticking out like a shoot down strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the oral sex of his cock against her glossa, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his shaft and she pulled back her glossa, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this shaft ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to go down on your cock,"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 back of her head, Baltoh forced his cock into her mouth, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the spine of her throat. rosemary tried to rive away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no aught but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with weeping streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to asphyxiate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his digit around rosemary's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her cheek, mixing her saliva and other somatic fluids with her weeping. He pushed his putz 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 Rosmarinus officinalis as shaky as a leaf and with ooze dripping from her backtalk and nose from retching. As nasty and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fancy had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some late desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her side clean, she wrapped her finger's breadth around the light beam of Baltoh's cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size of it and shape while she caught her intimation. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen genus Selene and molly do it, bobbing her head back and forth and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head roll back as he felt the effeminacy of her mouth against his humanness and listened to the wonderful squishy sound of it moving back and Forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his entire tail around her body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her mouth. With rosemary upside-down with Baltoh's promontory between her legs, he buried his look in her bit, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with Selene or mollie. Having never experienced the touch sensation of someone's brim and tongue on and in her kitty, Rosemary moaned in blissfulness and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet puss and licked up every drib of her toothsome juice, Baltoh wrapped his finger's breadth in her hair to oblige her school principal stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvic arch, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosemary to retch with each knock-down punch to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally time to fuck Rosemary like the trivial whore she was. He dropped the exhausted Archangel onto the puddle of dirty word on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined girlfriend try to regain her durability. Once his patience was at its boundary, he grabbed her by the articulatio talocruralis and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? Ready to get your slit shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the little fornicatress you are,"he demanded licking his rim with an evil smile.

"Please lie with me, overlord ! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her arms shaking.

With his shadower around her waist, Baltoh used his rid hand to urge the head of his cock against her waiting Virgo the Virgin twat. Hanging upside-down, rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so hard that she would holler and cry. She was completely in the palm of his helping hand. Securing the head in the glistening rim of her pussy, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single powerful shove, he forced his intact cock into her slender body, not caring how meretricious she screamed.

Even with her archangel physical structure opening up to accept him in a way that no human virgin could and the annoyance almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the coarse sting from the brute penetration and the vast mass inside her. The sense of his monstrous humanity stuffing her to the peak where she felt like she was going to be ripped capable mocked her idle fantasies and nightmares. The idea of experiencing this as a human terrified and confuse Rosemary as she struggled to catch one's breath and stay calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised slit. Upon its approximate remotion, blood from her powder hymen trickled out from between the spread back talk, running down her smooth belly, between her suspension white meat, up her throat, and reddened her sass like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his peter back into his sexy retainer, taking cracking amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the assistant of this tush to bear her still, he was fucking her like a automobile in seconds. rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human lawn cart ; instead, she just had her face buried in the crook of her arm against the story while Baltoh slamming her lower physical structure against his tool. The dominating hybrid had a grinning on his grimace and was licking his brim as he listened to Rosemary's dolourous moans of happiness and watched as his knock-down jabbing sent ripples through her pale au naturel body. Wanting to see more than, he smacked her across the rear end with the spine of his hand, jiggling the soft physique and making Rosmarinus officinalis cry out as a orotund red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the flabby bare figure of her miserly ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of painful euphoria were like music to his ear, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his posterior, he reached out and grabbed her wrist joint, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her radiocarpal joint and his shadower around her pharynx. With Rosemary's stage wrapped around his body and her dolorous laugh and war cry of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hustler. He had her subdivision held back and had his tail wrapped around her neck with the perfect story of stringency, substance that she was basically held in a sex golf stroke 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 me cum, master ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his shaft mysterious inside her.

Moving like a political machine, Baltoh fucked her at top upper, making her whole suspended body throw off wildly as he rammed her to the pointedness that it was a miracle that she didn't starting line bleeding. rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic vox bouncing off the rampart of the church service.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet climax, spraying the flooring and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without disinclination, Baltoh set her John L. H. Down on her base and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosmarinus officinalis hang over the stump, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his tool between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail 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 hapless whine and nodded her headland, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and Molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her chief down against the Word of God on the ambo, Baltoh readied the head of his stopcock against her anus, instantly feeling the hoop expand and spread up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosmarinus officinalis's thigh-slapper echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his cock into her slopped little asshole with a single shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her atrocious cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone and the howling feeling of her smashed rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the attender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural step, pumping into her with foresighted, deeply separatrix and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth River like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosmarinus officinalis clinging to it for dear sprightliness and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored field glass Windows of the nonpareil and Angels and the rows of pew for people who attended the house of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and legal opinion as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with ignominy and self-loathing at what her lecherousness for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her idea hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry paramour, but the rest of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the flavour of his penis stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her head and released a trench moan of ecstasy, with her representative shaking with her dead body from the rapid pounding of his cock. Baltoh pulled her book binding with his tail around her cervix, exposing her jiggling tit so that he could smack them heavy with his palm, making her purr from the bunko game of the tender mounds. He also kissed her, licking the descent of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her chief back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his slit, just like he had with Selene and molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his push, violating her womanhood as he kept her look pressed against the sanctum Scripture, both to abase her and spitting in the face of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the stump fell out from under Rosmarinus officinalis and she collapsed to her stifle with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all quaternity and his hired hand around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For several instant, they continued in his fashion with rosemary riding cloud 9 and Baltoh riding Rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two orifices with her juice. However, as sentence passed, Baltoh could eventually palpate his own toughness beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his tail around her pharynx. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen button."Please keep fucking me, lord. I want your cock inside of me."

"front crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all tetrad like his pet, Rosmarinus officinalis obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his putz in his hand. Grabbing her haircloth, he smeared the oil of her ass across her aspect with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his putz, Baltoh began to manipulate his ass behind her, causing two section to deflect back over each other and winding into a brace of doubled helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two wrestle portions of his buns into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the dupe of a hentai tentacle behemoth. With Baltoh's dick grinding against the backrest of her throat and his bottom pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of fuck machines, rosemary's eyes rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a harlot at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic hollering as an volcanic eruption of ejaculate sprayed from the head of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her venter, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his dick out of her backtalk and his nates out of her puss and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the trading floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, felicitous and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your loyalty ?"

"Yes skipper,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some metre to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a turn with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her Kuki and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosmarinus officinalis is on display board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new best-loved hotel way ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick spell ), both naked after having made honey just a short piece ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bath, as was wonted after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously way-out slut and a completely submissive masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her victor. Plus she is really into you and mollie. Not to cite she is a serious squirter, she sprays like a water supply fountain."

Selene perked up with astonishment and amusement."Really ? Well after my first little taste of supremacy with Molly, I have to intromit that I am more delirious than before."

"I figured as lots. 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 monumental pulse rate of energy rocked the urban center to its inwardness, shaking every edifice and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and punishing with ominous power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's oculus widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This office was equal to his own, possibly even not bad. There were only a handful of sources for such an tyrannous aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Bob Hope beacon light Summoning ! angel Art : Rose window buckler Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Bob Hope Beacons began to rise from the background, each at the very bound of the city. It was the maximum number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given property and fourth dimension. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of chickenhearted and violet trash appeared, casting an figure of speech of itself down upon the metropolis with the light passage through it. With the supporter of the four crosse, its diameter was expanded to cut across all of New York and its power was bully enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our law of proximity to infernal region, we've finally gotten so conclude that the most muscular demon can steal through. These are the true demon of the shadowy depth, the foeman that have brought me nearly to the verge of death,"he cursed as the strength of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"hold, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his climb. Their power levels 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 mo before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the hell on earth is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Archangels on the roof of a building. There were twenty early Angelica Archangelica in summate, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the sea captain of Torture has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a giant with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the hardness of the situation.

"What are Masters of Torture and behemoth ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the future level of Demons, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the early Angels asked.

Baltoh took a deep breath."As you know Demons have been summoned to earthly concern in the past—as it is the lone way for them to cover between proportion and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a menace, they have been known to reach full strength and cause rude disasters like volcanic eructation, tsunamis, and plagues. master key of straining and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the mass of their vim is too keen and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between Masters of Torture and titan and Demons is how they are born. titan are born through great Numbers of Demons managing to combine together into one massive beast, just like Sinners join together to transubstantiate into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can keep back their intelligence information and go along to use demon Art, or suffer their brain and turn have words animal, often used as steeds for the captain of torture. Masters of Torture are born more similarly to habitue Demons ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of hell on earth resident that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the corpse of slain Demons.

Just like with the captive that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of vote down Demons stay and fester, becoming more and more center and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's cosmos is compacted and processed to its purest human body, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This sour toxicant eventually joins up with others and forms a passkey of torture. Even I have to fight for my animation when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to fought reinforced the stiffness of the situation, with dread crushing everyone with the same system of weights as the dark energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could go forward, there was a deafening crash and the whole city shook violently, causing several buildings to break down and fall apart like sign of cards. Red crack flitted through the rose window holograph hurl upon the city as the power of shadow 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 outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. Most likely, our enemy will derive up through the center of attention of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any masses,"Raphael answered, just before another clangoring that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the remainder of you fight the giant. Selene, I want you and all the other backer to detain out of this fight and guard the human beings in case any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the one-third collapse rang out as the cuticle broke. In the center of the city, twelve city pulley suddenly sank into the primer and the four promise beacon fire in the corner shattered like vas. A deluge of Hellfire roared up through the monumental crevice with a colossal beast hidden within, seeable only from its fantasm. Hovering above the urban center, the creature released a deafening boom and the geyser of hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The wildcat was a wing two-headed dog with a ten tails, larger than its trunk when joined to together and each one far thirster, and an iron arrest on each neck. Its black scraggly hair was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like hazard twinkle, both headland had rhino-like horns on the Bridges of their noses, two pairs of bull-like trump protruded from behind its auricle, its farseeing notched fang poked out past its submaxilla and glistened with acidic saliva, its chela looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its manus, and its dark-gray annex were webbed with spindly bones and were missing virtually of the open tissue layer, but the creature was still capable to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the world's expectant sports stadium.

Standing on the titan's back, holding a mountain chain that led to its Fe collars, was a daimon. The entity was garbed in black armour with a twosome of turgid batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like motor horn made entirely of shadow fire, a tail lined with spike heel, a twosome of large gantlet on his arms instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of distortion held out his deal and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional daimon bone, 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 competitiveness,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in grooming and summoned his sword.

As the archangel departed to face the heavyweight once the engagement started, genus Selene gave him a kiss laced with vexation but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's nada. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a pocket-sized 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 last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the schoolmaster of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to swoop. With a wide smile on his face, Baltoh widened his position and got into a belligerent's billet, brimming with confidence and excitement for the conflict. Moving faster than a travel rapidly bullet, the Demon leapt from his riding horse and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his brand with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the smash and the construction under him instantly shattered from the king transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to bear on back against the Demon's sword, but his smile did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to come across. I am Amon, drawing card of forty infernal legion under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the forces of Shangri-la under nobody,"the loan-blend countered, pushing the ogre back with the ear-stinging scrape of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is greater ; darkness or light !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a herculean kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his sword as Amun charged towards him."I already wield the major power of both worlds. This is not a interrogative sentence of light vs. darkness ; it is a question of whether your hatred is nifty than mine ! Now we fight with our lives on the line to prove who has the greater resoluteness !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amun's slash.

Upon the collision of their blade, every window within a square mile shattered from the unseeable shockwave released upon impact. Before Amon could give up another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the daemon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whiplash injury, he threw the demon straight down into the undercoat with adequate potency to create a pool-sized Crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

blade in hand, Baltoh swooped down while casting the ecclesiastic Smite piece. Amon rolled to the English, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the terra firma with enough power to reduce nine square up mental block of the urban center into a stupendous Crater filled with the dust of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"daemon Art : Dark Pulse !"Amen thundered, pointing his taloned finger at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of shadow energy, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the flak, wrapped in smoke with one-half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Falls Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his fender at Amun and launching a volley of plume, burning with Theodore Harold White fire.

Wrapping himself in his wing, Amon tried to roll away but the dash made their mark, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his feet, ripping the feathering out of his fender and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eyes could not trip up him, Amon swung his steel in a diagonal uppercut separatrix, but the hybrid blocked the attack, beginning a lightning snow flurry of exchanging attempt and occlusion. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding blade.

Spotting and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the nub with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of blood but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp spikes and plunging them into Amon's bureau, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amun's helm, the two foe separated before instantly attacking each former once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their swords wildly at lightning f number, attacking and blocking each early a 100 times every second.

"ogre Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a dozen Brobdingnagian skeletal bridge player reached out of portal site to the pits towards Baltoh, almost like a bunch of toy Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"Angel Art : Final penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar carapace, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hand like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the os and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

A blinding ray of idle shined from Baltoh's feather, temporarily crippling Amon's power to see. With the Demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his build with the gut hook near the end of the vane and the serrations that lined the edge.

With blood line spraying from the chap carved across his pectus, Amon snarled and clapped his hands together with his sword between his palm tree."Demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain in the ass as a sudden bonfire of Hell fire engulfed him. The blackened pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"Demon Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each former.

The two fighters were both wrapped in bootleg nimbus as their numerous lesion were healed, repairing their body in fourth dimension to lock greensward. The second their blade collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the side, sending the demon plummeting out of the sky like a shooting star and crashing through almost a kilometer of buildings as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"Demon Art : teras Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible cross of ten razor-thin energy brand. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined blasts breaking over his blade, and before he could mentally regain, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire edifice in his traveling bag. With a roar, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the intercrossed having lupus erythematosus than a bit to get intangible and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amen slammed into him with shadow vitality streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amen guess straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the bewilder building shattered. Upon impact, all the rubble of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud cloud of detritus from the two fighters hitting the ground.

In the tooshie of a smoky volcanic crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the reason and was punching him in the case over and over again with his arms moving as blurs. With his face bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amen through the shoulder with his tail assembly and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another crease of buildings like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : Spear of fortune !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his substructure and clapping his manus together.

From between his manpower, a paper-thin beam of gilded light jibe Forth River, taking the shape of a immense steel that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his brand into the ground, Amon brought himself to a stop as the blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"monster Art : Tombstone Shield !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the land in movement of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The monolithic voulge of light smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not give. Flying out from behind the shell, Baltoh burst out and dangle his sword towards Amon's neck, hoping to decapitate him. The monster managed to lean back enough to forefend a calamitous ten-strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a outpouring of inky rakehell to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amun in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a heater through building after building. Not wanting to turn a loss the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amen, reaching him in less than a second. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their clawed index finger fingers at each other, the astute talons just column inch apart.

"daemon Art : Dark Pulse !"they both shouted.



"saint Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to stave off the colossal pitch blackness bolide being launched from the twin oral sex of the Titan.

"saint Art : halo Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a long range of mountains of very rings of golden luminousness and threw them at the beast. The rings struck the colossus like hailstones, doing little more than than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an annoyed snarl, the behemoth turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his hindquarters, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough force to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a long crater in the street, Rosmarinus officinalis cursed and slowly got to her pes, just as she was encompassed by a massive shadow. Flapping her wings desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"holy person Art : final exam Penitence !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a twelve large wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the beast's back and momentarily threatened to befuddle it off balance. tempestuous, the giant turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized pitch-black human dynamo. The gust struck Raphael head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"saint Art : Divine Smite !"an archangel with short blonde hair called, rocketing down towards the titan with her sword raised.

detection her approach, the Titan raised its two pass and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a monolithic iniquity Pulse. The Angelica Archangelica blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the beam of free energy and struggling to restrain moving forward, even with her strength increased. The good time finally ended and the cleaning woman's brand was knocked to the side by the final bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its other head with lightning focal ratio and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridge of its nose. The force of the impact and the size of the French horn ripped her to opus and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Archangel by the name of Remiel yelled through his foresightful lace whiskers, mourning the loss of his Comrade. The Angelica Archangelica turned to the Titan and clapped his hands together, spreading his wings to their maximum length."holy person Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"

On his command, four column of well-endowed incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of Edward Douglas White Jr. lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four mainstay each began spewing thick clouds of cense smoke, filling the blank space within the prison but going no encourage. In endorsement, the behemoth was inconspicuous, hidden within a cloud of smoke. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like water spirt, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its build like gaseous loony toons and pressed on its body from all side as if it were at the derriere of the ocean.

"Angel Falls Art : Divinity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their digit at the colossus and firing shaft of fortunate Inner Light as large as Hummers. The shaft of light struck the Titan, causing it to snarl in painfulness and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"livelihood shooting ! We have to toss off this affair !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his energy into his blast.

All of the archangel were thrown back as the Titan released an earthshaking holloa and was wrapped in dwarf fire. The pitch-black explosions shattered the four mainstay and pushed aside the Divinity Rays as if they were simple beams of Inner Light. enraged at the trauma they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a pair of Angelica Archangelica, than knocked the rest back like a group of flies with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it possible that this thing is so powerful ? !"Raffaello Santi cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a split building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the entirely one who can face something like this !"Rosmarinus officinalis barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes amiss ! We are garden angelica of Heaven, we do not call for help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his wound ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that original of Torture. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon comment that it was the spell he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in Hell. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and take them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really strike this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decision, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slack it down enough for Baltoh to lure that lord of overrefinement over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four edifice around the Titan shattered as a group of Hope Beacons appeared in their place, giving all the Archangels four world power boosts.

"saint Art : last Crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the entire urban center, a massive crossing explosion from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a phantasm over the Titan. Dozens of whips, adorned with sticker and bits of rick metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its form. The wildcat howled in pain as its canine off-white snapped and its brawn tore so that its tree branch could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the cervix of the Titan, a crown of spikelet 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 garden angelica called as the behemoth roared in hurting and thwarting.

From their beaded bracelets, countless red chain of mountains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the crown of thorns while burning its physique like hot conducting wire. Pulling on the chain with all their intensity, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the cross out of the ground and sent it falling back like a chopped tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"saint Art : Final repentance !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a XII towering crosses began to fall from the sky like turkey, slamming down into the Titan each with the free weight of a mountain. Throughout New House of York, buildings were thrown from their innovation by each devastating impact and cloud of debris completely filled the air. The monumental mark had skewered the wildcat like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"holy man Art : Incense asphyxiation sealing wax !"Michael announced, slamming his mitt on the ground.

As per the go, four comrade column of stacked incense lanterns burst from the dry land around the beast and began spewing forth their smoke, which crushed the heavyweight like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to charm their hint, the massive animal unleashed a thunder as low and deep as the lacing of war drums and its body began to burn with black fervor, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their power enhanced with four Hope beacon fire, the Archangels still could not keep the beast or its gargantuan DOE restrained.

"Quick ! Start hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the enchantment ! Rosmarinus officinalis, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their human foot buried under the pulverised rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New House of York had been reduced to dust and ash from their moral force battle, much of the demolition being the final result of them both smashing each other over the head with integral building like a twain of animated cartoon reference. Both hero were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received countless trauma that would induce meant the destruction of any regular Demon or Archangel. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their energy, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the fight, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, sending the maestro of Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the fiend and continued punching him with all of his speciality. Struggling to quell on his metrical foot, Amon could do goose egg as his font was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his olfactory organ and cracking different country of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the reason beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to transfer his attention away from Amun and to instead fix his equalizer. 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 right kick to the pith of his dresser. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's tail with all of his costa broken and blood streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his brand and tried to discount the rigor of injuries while they mended themselves.

‘ shucks it, this is why I make sure never to fight these Guy for extended close-range fighting. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just kill each other or reach a stalemate in which neither of us can travel and the portion of the struggle and perhaps the earthly concern will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that heavyweight,'he thought to himself, blinking voiceless to square away his confuse vision.

Forming his brand from black flames, albeit at a much irksome stride than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final engagement will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breath as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his brand above his head teacher and brought it down towards Baltoh's correctly English, aiming for the vein between his shoulder and neck opening. Baltoh blocked the flak with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to pull his blade back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the blood spraying across the ground with a deeply satisfying splat. Fueled by Adrenalin and rage pumping through his veins like his inky ancestry, Amun pulled his sword back and countered with a shot to the left position of Baltoh's dresser, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stay put awake and on their foundation, the two champion locked swords once, twice, three times, with each collision sending showers of sparks as if the blades were voluptuous. On the fourth clash, Baltoh was able to maneuver his sword past Amon's and return a deep cut across the shoulder, then twist the steel and send off it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own line of descent, 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 pain in the ass. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the side and cutting Baltoh's abdomen give and leaving his entrails dangling. With a hellish roar of angriness, Baltoh raised his steel high above his capitulum and chance upon Amun's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the Demon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook shot, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amun's articulatio humeri and costa were shattered by the brutal rap, the brawniness were all severed, the cheek cut, and the vein spraying blood like spring. Amon stepped back with his unharmed left incline from the waist up barely clinging to the rest of his body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to hold their consistency together and go along from falling apart.

"Master !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The behemoth is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the original of anguish pointed his taloned finger at the oncoming garden angelica and launched a Dark Pulse that was ten meter enceinte and more powerful than a habitue Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amon was easily able to contribute forth the energy required to kill Rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! daimon Art : Tombstone Shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The gargantuan wickedness Pulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before rosemary with a pair of car-sized headstone behind it, reinforcing the bars. The blast struck the barrier like an enraged elk against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier cracking and warp under the pressure. Rosmarinus officinalis was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the unmovable target, while down below, Baltoh struggled to observe the spell strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a mickle Leo the Lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's consistence and biting him wildly.

"holy person Art : last Crucifixion !"rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white cross outburst from the priming behind Baltoh and the rabid daemon was yanked off his backbone and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion ritual took berth, Rosmarinus officinalis kept the piece going, desperate to restrain the spite but deadly maestro of Torture.

"Angel Art : prayer beads control ! angel Art : Feather arrow ! Angel Art : Halo trammel ! Angel Falls Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chemical chain launched from her rosary wristbands and tied Amon to the cross like a straitjacket, eight-inch long feathers shot from her flank and lodged themselves in Amon's build, further nailing him, and rings of golden light appeared around his articulatio talocruralis, articulatio radiocarpea, and head, acting as one finale bond to the wooden structure. finish but not to the lowest degree, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the space between them with dense heater, crushing Amon like pee and burning his lungs with bless DOE. In his evaporation coffin, Amen could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he pick out what was going on outside.

"sea captain, are you ok ?"rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The cross cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedchamber, it appeared that she was still slavish and truehearted to him.

"I'll live, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the durability to kill him or that giant and time is running out. Even in his stream Department of State, Amon won't be held back every long by those spell. We only have five or ten second before he breaks free and comes back, probably firm than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your rage blasts ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and sleep for a few min, I might get sufficiency powerfulness for at to the lowest degree one shot, but it would admit too long to charge and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his understructure but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."headmaster, I'll take care of you. Just lie back and I'll bring around your wound and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the utmost region with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't headache, I doubt I'll go long."

"holy man Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate hand over Baltoh's bare chest with honey oil healing energy streaming from her medallion. With her former hand, she unfastened his girdle and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size and forcefulness at the attention.

With a coy look on her face, Rosemary took Baltoh's prick in her back talk, sucking off the travail from fight while she healed his wounds with both hands. Their time was running out and Amon would soon break gratuitous of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosmarinus officinalis was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every easygoing wet recess of her rima oris, trying to coax a orgasm as fast as potential. She squeezed the shaft with her tongue and cheeks, worked the school principal with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could muster. While her chief bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the magnanimous fellow member was massaged with great intimate loyalty. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosmarinus officinalis flooded his trunk with healing energy from her hands, mending his wound and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fast sexual climax, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth and throat, every fall of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every lowest glob of his come. His strength restored and his consistency as limber and relaxed as a short letter of surgical tube, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his waistband before jumping to his foot with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm fix. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his script at Amen.

The daemon had made a lot of procession in his escape, as already the rosary simpleness were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the feather pointer had already been incinerated, the Halo chemical bond had shattered, and the incense hummer in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The seals would only take hold for another minute at most.

"saint Art : prayer beads Restraints ! Demon Art : Dark trammel !"he shouted with a surefooted smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded corduroys around his carpus, two dozen bleak bladed chain and rosary binds iridescent forth and wrapped around Amun's prison house in entirety before tightening on the four incense mainstay and crushing Amon's prison like a house of menu. The range and rosary hamper continued to wrap around Amon and the sealskin that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's get-up-and-go and forming a nearly heavy SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the cornered Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the archangel were still fighting the Titan. The original waterproofing spells had foresightful since been destroyed, so now the strength of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the middle of a atomic number 79 and black balefire, caused by their vitality striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of blaze chains and rosary attachment with Amon at the end like the drumhead of a struggle flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with enough enduringness to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the animate being from the shear pain of the impact. Snapping the corduroys with his tail, Baltoh clapped his paw together to name the side by side while."Demon Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Bob Hope beacon to increase the size of it of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the behemoth and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hands burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one great heaving, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body level and his wings out in straw man of him with his burning halo between the tips. He had to assess this carefully, as he did not desire any more life history to be lost. His halo began to spin, increasing in speed every second up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

high gear up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amun on its binding, holding its reins with his sword in hand. Both Demons released roars of foiling and bloodlust, make to deliver to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"well it won't be by your bridge player !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at total strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her center from the nuclear-level cleverness of the shaft fired. Upon its launched, the blast instantly began to expound at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculations and emplacement, it would not have-to doe with either English of the pit around New York. By the sentence it reached Amun and his steed, the eruption was already a third as heavy as the city and far too right to break or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway rig and did not slow it down in the least as the blast continued to mount upwards. Up on the airfoil of terra firma, where the American English government had set up a command centre of attention around New House of York, sensor and instruments of all kinds were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as orotund as New House of York itself, the blast shot upwards from the shaft and passed right through the dome of melanize smoke due to the holy person vigor within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the shaft of light of illume barb into the sky with as lots energy as a solar solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the balance beam gibe up into space, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The blast faded into the last few beads of energy and Baltoh began to fall, drained of Department of Energy and with a smile of victory on his face. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the primer with her human face glowing with bid love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on land, as after a fight with a maestro of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a exhibitor and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity flip her by. As he checked the curl on the door to cook certainly that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the exhibitor, waiting for the piss to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the urban center ?"genus Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't trouble, after that fight with the Master of anguish, the strength of Hell will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the privy.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a dead catch and smiled. His center were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy refulgency as the water ran down her naked physical structure. Each free fall on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a precious stone, illuminating every carnal curve of her body. He could see her muscle relaxing under the heat of the pee, her pectus expanding with each cryptical breath, and the thrill of respite that passed through her flawless figure as the hot waves washed her torso.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding room access."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to watch for a trivial while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the nebulizer with her mouth give, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her boldness. The water supply streamed across her case and through her long silky whisker, and as she rolled her head from face to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became dense. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to go along his oculus fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each passing game of her hands across her beautiful material body, Baltoh's cock began to inflate and he licked his sass in desire, wishing that he could be the urine itself.

opening move up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small blockage into her deal and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large boob, making them slippery with a coating of froth running across the soft skin. As she massaged her titty and traced the bar of goop around her teat, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a wide grin on his face.

genus Selene then stepped behind the meth screen and pressed her breast against the field glass. Baltoh's breathing became arduous as he watched her rub her breasts against the crank like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving sign through the sheen of easy lay. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the chicken feed with her bountiful titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the soap across her curved body, lathering her Diospyros ebenum cutis with a layer of thin white foam. As her handwriting moved down her flat tire belly, she shifted her hips from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

Looking 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 lips, Selene spread her branch and set over, exposing her pussy and cocksucker while she soaped up her farseeing smooth out peg. Baltoh had his centre fixated on her firm well-endowed ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his pecker. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, genus Selene began lathering her ass nerve, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual mogul and wishing to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of soap wash away. While the lathery piss streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her body with her workforce moving finisher and closer to her pussy. At commencement she only ran her palms across her inner thigh, then she pulled her heart finger between the flabby plump sassing, tickling the bright pinko interior. After that first touch, she began working her fingers against the entrance, using the soapy weewee as lubricant. As her petting became faster and more fast-growing, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a soft whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sink with his cock standing at wax attention as Selene inserted her fingerbreadth into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the docile insight. With the skill that only someone could have after twelvemonth of pleasuring her own body, genus Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her pegleg, Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minutes, with Selene desperately trying to bring in herself to climax, but unable to cross that final threshold.

Her whole body shaking in the desire to ingest an coming, Selene lowered her top dog and wrapped her sass around the mammilla of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her sucking on her own breast as if it were molly's. Swirling her tongue around her erect nipple with the hot water supply running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her 1st orgasm and signaled it with a trashy groan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the filth from battle run off his trunk. With a tired smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long clapper and wrapped it around her fingers like a Snake River, licking up her delicious nitty-gritty. The two points of the forked tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his lingua dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his glossa from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's rima oris, relishing the Delicious gustatory perception. As their mouth touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his medal across her body, wishing that he could use his fingers and better sense her. For ten transactions they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their entwined consistence with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his lips against her queer body. Continuing down, he spent a handful of min 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 backtalk and glossa across her belly before reaching the smooth lips of her slit, already overt and awaiting advance pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her tit, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his spit, stimulating her clit with a master's accomplishment. Baltoh had his center looking upward, staring at her knocker that jiggled with each gasping breath Selene took and the body of water that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her smooth stomach. Shifting his munition, he moved genus Selene's legs up onto his shoulder so that he could get full accession to her addictively delicious puss. Holding onto his French horn for devout life, Selene continued to groan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked knife prodded and rubbed against every sweet spot in her pussy, driving her weirdo with pre-orgasmic bliss.

deciding to serve her once again hybridizing that threshold, Baltoh bent his tail back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a titan double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend tail into her arsehole, needing a lot of force play to act the all-embracing head of the biologic sex toy into the tight ring. Selene released a shriek of vestal sexual euphoria as the twisted section of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the degree that she thought while she was going to explode, only to retract and then pull itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a musical instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his rear, Selene was brought to her irregular orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his can from his SOB and let Selene lick it like a spoonful covered in cake batter.

"That was a peachy trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessel and leave of absence my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"wellspring, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to patronage,"she said in between kiss while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the wall above their oral sex with their palms touching and his fingers dug into the tile, providing him a good hold like when he fucked Molly on the infirmary roof. Without using his hired man ( but needing a lilliputian help from his buttocks ), he pressed the head of his humanness against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene scream in happiness from the huge mass driving up into her gates of paradise and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his pelvis, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebucket, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the farthest corners of her cunt. With her wet tits jiggling against his bare chest, the two buff made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his testis sack throwing water with each push like a sling.

"honey, my hands are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a pocket-sized grin, making her laugh.

holding onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his nipper out of the walls and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a common cold tingling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the menstruum of hot water supply, looking over her shoulder joint at him with a coy looking at and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his bottom and worked his cock back into her scratch. With her leg raised and his hands on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fasting, deep stroke, bringing Selene back to her original stratum of ecstasy.

With her mouth open and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the shower spray and let the hot body of water run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a political machine, ran buss across her neck opening and articulatio humeri, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that perfect spot in the profoundness of her slit, that place that his clapper just couldn't piece of work up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet consistency of yours. Your pussy feels absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all eternity if I could, just to always find it. I got to say, anal is honorable, but you really can't beat the unspoiled old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't eff me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their rim touched, their shifting weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower floor, the two of them falling forward and unable to find their foothold. Selene gave a gimcrack yip of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest of drawers to grab her and grabbed onto the rampart below the rain shower nous, tearing through the tiles with ease and stopping them, and all without pulling out of her.

"Are you ok ?"he asked as he lowered the two of them down onto the storey and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"well my marrow feel like it's going to break my ribs and I have some plaster of Paris and ceramics in my fuzz, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Good, because I don't think we should tolerate anymore."

"Well I'm still in the climate and you're still inside me, can you cultivate without standing ?"she purred while on her custody and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his glossa against the dorsum of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his script to her rose hip and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the head in her. In a single shove, he forced his shaft back into her with so much power that genus Selene gave a understood belly laugh. Keeping his clutch on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the head teacher of a woodpecker, fucking Selene with all his forcefulness and reaching the farthest power point of her torso with his humanity. With Selene feeling too good to even create a sound, the stochasticity calling out over the hiss of the cascade was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every metre he shoved, making her beat rear end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a grin on his look and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass impertinence and her boob swing every time he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen min of the inhuman pounding. In the aftermath of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh draw out his cock out of her breach pussy.

heaving heavily, he sat back against the paries of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more than vitality, fighting superior of Torture or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniacal 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 middling that you didn't get to cum. See, your prick still has plenty of potency left. Don't worry, baby ; I'll take precaution of you. You said anal can't beat the right old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her articulatio coxae and guided his peter to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the pixilated ring and Selene whimpered in delight at the feeling of the insight. She slowly lowered herself down, working his stallion dick in between her firm ass nerve. Gripping his articulatio humeri, she began raising her low-down physical structure and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to handle the huge mass. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely rear end, helping her ride him like a pogo control stick. With his hand on her ass, he was able-bodied to finger every glorious ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his humanity back into her soundbox, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the touch of the subdued wet interior of her asshole around his cock.

genus Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten second before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting breaker point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his rooster and instead straddled it, gyrating her hips and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every recess. Finally, Baltoh gave a Demonic growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's insides to the level where she felt like she was going to pop out coughing it up. The insistence was so telling that genus Selene's body began to sway as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the semen and delectable taste of her ass while his seed poured out of her second doorway. Baltoh was struggling to keep his middle open, he was so wear down and the hot piss and the smell of Selene hungrily siphoning every pearl of spermatozoon from his cock wasn't exactly helping him delay awake. He finally was brought back to broad alerting as he felt a sudden solar flare of energy nearby ; an Archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and Selene turned off the water.

rosemary entered the john just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the shower, and a athirst expression immediately filled her optic and lined her middling look. Shaking her foreland 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.

Rosmarinus officinalis's center met Selene's, who was leaning against the room access of the shower with a very coy grinning on her typeface, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosmarinus officinalis,"Baltoh said, snapping her rear to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a fight, it's something else. You really need to come see."

"damn it, there is no way the urban center could have reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to recover his apparel. rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were silent for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosemary unable to keep her eyes from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing smile.

Rosemary jerked at the dubiousness and was unable to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry babe, you'll get a much more… intimate… facial expression later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Angelica Archangelica spatter from her rush of foreplay.

As Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, rosemary watched her closely, specifically her perfect ass, which was swinging from side to side with each stride like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the essence of New York, where all of the garden angelica were gathered and combining their powers to throw away a repairing barrier around the city. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue spark was passing between the building like a flood. The island of stone was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with Brobdingnagian crevice shooting through the city and opening up slap-up crack that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the sin is going on ?"Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering metropolis as offer ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the blood-red hue on the side of meat of the buildings. His heart came to a stop when he saw the gloomy building between him and the view, seeing that the stone jibe that the city had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the Aurora Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of red region and continued to kick upstairs above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the planet, but instead of sitting in a dethaw moon of smoothing iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the zip Void between universes. They had reached the halfway breaker point between terra firma and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to burn around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the slam finally rose up over the tallest skyscrapers, a swarm of dim bluish Christ Within swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear iniquity sky, fully severing New York from Earth like water flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the metropolis like flecks of ash, homo person could be seen, wearing their clothes from their last and wrapped in a picket aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. Next stay : Hell."



"We are in sober, life-threatening trouble,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Angelica Archangelica, the chief of police force, the mayor, and several other human and holy person illustration in metropolis entrance hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that Master of Torture and heavyweight or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the ground, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the world of the living and Hell, any day now the shaft of gemstone around the metropolis from the land's mantle will melt and this city will levitate in the null void between dimensions. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is cipher to stop Tenebrous from sending every master key of Torture and Titan at us. He doesn't even have to give the parliamentary law ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every monster, Gargoyle, and Sinner at us, but after what happened to the last headmaster of agony and heavyweight, I doubt he will be volition to send anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one thing we have that can check them. Unless they can somehow create some indestructible barrier that not even you can break up, he won't peril throwing his most powerful followers against that beam."

"It's unusual though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and power as a maestro of Torture, is able to mobilise a blast so mighty that not even they can blank out it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand armed combat, but you can suddenly pass over them out with energy to dispense with ? Baltoh, we need to know more about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the rampart.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The blast has no gens because it uses neither Archangel nor devil muscularity. It is powered solely by the fury and anger within my heart, and I unleash that choler in a raw flare-up of powerfulness. Its office is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual vigor within my body, which is why the power of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my wings to channel my rage to my aura, which I use as a release percentage point. Other than that, there is nil else to it."

"drafting energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, enjoin me about the progress being made in Heaven. What information has been found about the commode of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a 1 mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a I mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the entropy in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of thwarting from Michael.

"You're not the boss of me Baltoh, no matter how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with rosemary and shifted his gaze to the doorway, giving her a gestural instruction. rosemary gave a small nod of obeisance and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacle in their path. In the dark hall on the powerless city mansion house, rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to break in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that good time fired five multiplication over the last 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 pot of Cinereo. We found a citation of it in a book from before the end of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the get-up-and-go of this world split into two different absolute frequency and variety after its nascency : the lighter of Eden and the darkness of hell. It said that the only way to recreate the vigour of Cinereo is to combine the military group of tail and Light Within, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally turn to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosemary, the first in existence. I know this toilet of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a cargo of bull, but if there is the bantam chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the enceinte chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute concluding people I would require to have the powers of a god. He said that the attack 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 create that neon bang. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either half of his energy, but of those two half fusing together into a unharmed new kind of raw power !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not provide person like him to get magnate like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the universe of discourse, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hall, Rosmarinus officinalis nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my unadulterated piddling spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a rightfulness to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to narrate the verity. As a reward, come up to the chamber tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the urban center was halfway to Hell did not raise morale ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone palpate more hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic spear, 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 help and reinforcements from Heaven, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from abode, like a space bird that could no longer see or get through Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, molly pressed against his left field side and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's sass bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each early. While they made out, Molly kissed his bureau and stroked his erecting. After half a mo, Selene and molly switched roles, with Baltoh kissing molly and Selene stroking his prick. A soft tap on the room access soon interrupted the swirling of their lips.

"What the roll in the hay ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, angry at her brim being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The loan-blend merely smiled and stood up, walking to the door with his long whip-like tail swishing from incline to side. While Baltoh answered the door, Selene and molly began to French candy kiss, with their defenseless bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbolisation. At the auditory sensation of the creaking threshold, both charwoman turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired beloved of bondage and compliance, Rosemary, the proud and powerful Archangel, 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 fundament wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a trio. In her judgement, rosemary was happier than almost any other metre in her sprightliness, and her pussy was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't layover licking her smiling sassing through her gag in foreplay. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous 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 mastery,"he said, making rosemary shiver in stimulation 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-bodied to encounter with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to follow for a little patch,"he said, releasing his tail from her throat and taking a seat in a president by the bed.

"Up on the bed."genus Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all four-spot, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog show and one of the Book of Judges was inspecting her. Selene and mollie coyly sat up on either side of rosemary and began exploring her defenseless body with their work force, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their palms and fingers. Rosemary purred and shivered at the delicate massage, gnashing on her step-in between her tooth. Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's custody ball into fists from sexual frustration and anticipation. She was an inch away from begging them to celebrate touching her.

list forward, genus Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's mild lips while mollie began rubbing her hand against her pussy with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The archangel purred at the carnal touching, even leaning back to try and get mollie to enter her. Finally, her supplication were answered as molly began working her thumb in her bunghole like a lowly dildo and spitting on the gang, using her saliva as lube in Rosemary's crocked anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosemary's scanty from her backtalk, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her ramification feast, putting her wet pussy on show to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior lips and then holding out her index number and finger in movement of Rosemary's human face, glistening with her crude. Before responding, rosemary shivered in ecstasy as Molly doubled her campaign with her pollex, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her lower rear and smooth prat end with lubricious kisses.

"Yes mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her lingua between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to research the sassing between her peg. The second the tasteless fluid touched her clapper, a tremor of bliss ran through her soundbox from the intimate realization and symbolization of the taboo act.

"What do you require ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lap up your pussy. Please let me, kept woman,"she said softly with her rosary bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to alleviate the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting Rosmarinus officinalis experience the art of cunnilingus. With mollie now working her pollex in rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the mouth of Selene's kitty-cat like a religious artifact. genus Selene gave a easy going of breath in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of control over her superior.

"That's right, thrash it commodity,"she said, almost with a primaeval growl as she laid her bridge player on the top of Rosemary's head and gently pushed down.

cinque animal foot away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erection hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The shot before him was driving him hazardous with intimate hunger and excitement : the rolling of Selene's tongue across her backtalk as she shifted her headspring from side to side in blissfulness, the whimpers of pleasance being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another woman's slit for the first time in her lifetime, and the image of molly's top dog buried between Rosemary's cute ass impertinence as she worked her tongue back and forth in her anus.

pealing over, Molly lied down on her rear and moved her head between Rosmarinus officinalis's peg. Raising her head, she flicked her tongue around velvety opening of rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of felicity through her pale raw eubstance. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would pull out her digit and lap up them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and fall in me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry smiling. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, rosemary began kissing her consistency first.

Deciding to exercise the dominant persona that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair's-breadth and raised her psyche."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the background, mollie's failed endeavour at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No schoolmarm,"she panted, feeling a euphoric concentration in her breast at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please punish me."

molly and genus Selene switched places with rosemary staying on her hands and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her face and genus Selene sat behind Rosmarinus officinalis, running her hand across the cleaning woman's easygoing rear end. In his hot seat, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in anticipation. Swinging her bridge player, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! punish me, Mistress !"she yelped as a deliquium red welt appeared on her adolescent rear end.

Molly's thigh shook as she resisted the urge to clamp her leg together against the strong ticklish thrill at the strait of Rosmarinus officinalis's happy cry. The contort look of pleasure and pain in her sweet typeface was driving her wild with naughty desires. genus Selene ran her tongue across her palm and fingerbreadth as if licking off a delicious appreciation, and then with her script wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass face, leaving a interchangeable welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and molly watched intently as Selene punished molly, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the time she was done, rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her wooden leg, bead by drop.

"Have you learned your moral ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching sting in the nerve endings. rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a mellifluous grinning, Selene ran her hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, up her back, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the pitch black goddess with an barren feel on her face.

"Aw, sweet child. Here, let mama take in everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left cheek. The soft sweet feeling was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her back talk from the sultry taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a good daughter. Now, establish me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her mouth with her pegleg spreading and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her eyes. Making sure not to contact her, rosemary crawled over to mollie, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm breasts. Lowering her face, Rosmarinus officinalis gently brushed her lips against Molly's, relishing the experimental soupcon and spirit of another woman.

"Try using your lingua,"Molly whispered as she blew on rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this meter swishing her lingua between mollie's sonant lips. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own lingua into the garden angelica's wet mouth, licking every box and inviting Rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were Gallic kissing like a twosome of porn headliner on transport. Their tongues were wrapped around each other and every fall of spittle in their mouth was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a mo of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three women holding their faces against each early as their lips and knife flirted in a wet sultry hug. While they kissed, molly and Selene began fingering each other while Rosemary worked her fingers between her own stage. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum commencement to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to clobber my kitty-cat ?"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 Rosmarinus officinalis began going down on Molly, molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping sound and watching as the ripples traveled through her physical structure. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her head, inviting her to sample Rosemary's snatch. genus Selene smiled and kissed her admirer, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's purulent and mother fucker, succulently working her glossa in the sexually attractive orifices. While Rosemary ate out mollie and Selene ate out Rosemary, Molly contended herself with just laying her read/write head back and relishing the walking on air, while she reached out knead Selene's whoreson with her middle finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a wide smiling as Rosemary's hums and sonant moans of pleasure began to call for a higher and louder tone. genus Selene and Molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's grinning grew wider and wider as Rosemary's moan signaled the climax like the beeping timer of a turkey about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled shrieking of walking on air into mollie's cunt, as from her own, a huge plash of brighten orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chest of drawers of Selene and molly. They both jerked back, oculus all-inclusive with a look on their faces like a duad of quat playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered.

With a grinning, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of molly's tit, hungrily sucking on Molly's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the Sami to her.

Desperate for More, Selene began working her digit quickly in rosemary's loosened slit, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The charwoman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and molly in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"genus Selene laughed as she rubbed the succus into her skin like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. rosemary, roster over."

Rosemary did as she was told and Molly sat up, lifting her and holding her top down with her neck bent and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to rosemary and settled herself on her face, the Archangel loving the feeling of genus Selene's full firm ass boldness smothering her. Her thirsty sidesplitter increased in intensity as mollie and genus Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their perseverance and skill, the two holy person brought Rosemary to a third orgasm in phonograph record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed Forth from between Rosemary's lips, letting the fluid soak the two of them. rosemary held her backtalk open with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, chest of drawers and stomach. genus Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky felicity as the atomiser soaked her like a exhibitioner, oiling her body in the woman's orgasmic juice. genus Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's small breast, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her pap with saliva.

As the jet ceased, molly rubbed Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own soundbox and giving her silky anatomy as glorious shine. With their defenseless body slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each other like cachet while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in fantastic luxuria. Molly and Rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her mamilla in their sucking lips while they each worked their finger in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not stop pre-cum from trickling down the lance of his cock. He could no longer take it ; he needed to experience them.

With his shaft standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three womanhood were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their au naturel dead body wet with the new girl's juice like dead body oil. Rosmarinus officinalis and mollie each used their fingerbreadth to spread genus Selene's cunt lips and invite him, with all three woman lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and put away rim with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only charwoman there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so receptive and willing for the penetration, his humanness slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

genus Selene's trashy gasp escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep strokes. While Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her mammilla and slathering her melon breasts with their clapper, while they reached across her flatcar belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speed, genus Selene was unable to maintain their kiss and laid her school principal back as she panted and moaned. For the next various minutes, he fucked her with herculean shoves and ran his backtalk up and down her neck opening, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a crook and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her champion's face with her bountiful breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering molly in a single convinced crusade. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like effectiveness, sending rippling through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sound of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such office that she could not breathe, mollie shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her bosom like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her ramification spread and her center filled with desire, yearning to again finger a woman's glossa between the lips of her pussy. molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosemary's melt off second joint and drinking in her juice as if dying from drying up. 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 pull in out of Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis was quick to fawn over to him and begin sucking him off, bore to exploit any opportunity to both sense of taste the blonde dish's juices and have his tool in her mouth. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his prat around her throat. Rosemary gave a delicate whine of happiness at the mental touch of his government agency weighing down on her. The power in his vocalisation and the stringency of his tail around her easy throat was so tyrannical, she even felt fear towards him, and that fear drove her wild with foreplay. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the smallest of moans as she lowered her petite body onto his cock.

Her unseasoned frame shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her lower soundbox as she fucked him. Helping her ride his stopcock, he wrapped his tail around her thorax and shoulders like a harness, using his muscular tissue in the tentacle-like appendage to raise her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his stopcock. While she rode him, Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his powerful rhythm, he quickly drew another atomiser from ‘ Old Faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her joy. Blinking to realise his middle of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as genus Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his typeface, sucking on her soft wet interior while Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's hammer into her ass.

Lifting her body, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's pecker as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilate. With her boob bouncing like round punching bags, Selene's bass grunts from the powder of her dickhead by Baltoh's turncock were mixed with blissful moans as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her puss. The third word form of pleasure came from rosemary. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

genus Selene soon reached her first climax and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his cock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his shaft, Baltoh released Rosemary from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure genus Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet side, tidal bore to appease her Master and gratify her Mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all quartet with her Brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, thirsty expression on her brass. Spreading her ass cheeks with one script and hefting with manhood with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his entire peter in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to admit his bulging hawkshaw, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. molly's whole body shook with each deep jab and she was giving an unwitting gurgling oink as he slammed the farthest corners of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While mollie was getting her ass fucked, genus Selene was teaching rosemary the art of scissoring. The two fair sex were grinding their slit together and moaning at the kinky jot of their soft mouth making out like a dyad of lovers.

With all the movement the four bacchanal members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the percentage point of collapse. Throughout the physical body, shtup and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole chassis became as liberal and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of mollie, all three women turned to him like computed tomography hearing the possibility of a can of intellectual nourishment, and like cat-o'-nine-tails hearing the initiative of a can of food, they all wanted to sate their sassing. molly was the dissolute, quickly turning around and claiming his cock with her rim and tongue. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her mortise joint and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the attitude made it difficult, he was able to enter her and begin taking a decelerate yet sweetheart rate of incursion and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the berth before he took his usual machinegun regular recurrence, hammering her ass with almost brutal speed. Rosmarinus officinalis's groan where barely hearable as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and lingua dancing. At the end of the mountain range, Selene was working her fingers in molly's asshole, increasing the number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole manus in my ass,"mollie groaned as genus Selene managed to work four digit in up to the knuckles.

genus Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening finger, licking them clean of Molly's wetness while her arsehole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingerbreadth, adding her pollex. molly's breathing became gravid and she groaned as she tried to admit her lover's hand. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire hired man into mollie's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet mildness for her interior. She slowly retracted her paw and again licked it strip. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a boastfully clod of saliva into her finger and then smeared around the entrance the Interior Department, making mollie hum in kinky euphoria. genus Selene reinserted her mitt, this time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into molly's ass, making her cry out from the sizing and the joy.

Even while fucking rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't assist but watch in amazement as genus Selene fisted her friend, working her hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the thick corner of molly's prick, with molly on her manus and knees and yelping in a mix of delight and pain.

"superior, I'm about to cum again !"rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely smutty idea.

"Do it in molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her psyche down so that her asshole was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her whole body shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal pound, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to mollie. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over situation, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against mollie's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thighs with her mouth opened, waiting to capture any drop cloth that came her way. Her Diospyros ebenum consistency shook with each powerful jabbing Baltoh made into her twat, fucking her with all his strength and loving the feeling of her warm subdued inside. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a strident whine as she fingered her cunt furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and wreak Forth River another spray.

The group's longanimity was rewarded once Rosemary had her orgasm, pairing it with a childish scream of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal rim of her snatch like the popping of a water balloon. Selene laughed as countless drops landed on her aspect and in her mouthpiece and molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphory of the act as her ass overflowed from her snatch juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the aphrodisiac thing that has ever happened to me,"Molly whispered, trying to keep from spilling any.

"Just postponement,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a bingle shove, forcing the fluids deep into her organic structure and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, have a go at it my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosmarinus officinalis as lubricating substance to be active through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the bumpy sea, Rosmarinus officinalis stood beside him, running her deal across his breast and fingering herself while they French kissed. pile below, Selene was hungrily licking Molly's snatch and drinking the juices that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful music of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten straight instant without slowing down or stopping to catch his breath. Once he pulled out of her, rosemary was immediate to lick her asshole clean and Selene took his cock in her lip, sucking on it with gusto. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a grinning on her face and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her kitty against the shaft of his cock while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet backtalk and get in nice and deep. With Baltoh's cock right wing where it belonged, genus Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her lower eubstance so that her lover's pecker swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished mahogany table, genus Selene's cycle ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's second joint with each movement of her slender consistency. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

property Selene in his limb, Baltoh sat up with her body perpendicular to his, her legs wrapped around his torso and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his branch, he began moving her whole organic structure like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and rich, drawing forth moans of pleasure with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the excitement and expectation was driving her more hazardous than an literal one.

After a tail of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to interchange shoes. Gently lowering her Down, he laid out the panting Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis, 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 fashion with her peg around his waist and her cunt elevated.

Entering her with perfect aim, he began moving his eubstance in a moving ridge, sending a cernuous ripple through his ramification and spine to pull out and then diving back into her on the retort. After a few minutes, he switched to rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her lesbian fan and began kissing Selene's consistency, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the intuitive feeling of Molly's sass against her bare tegument. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was meter to transfer places.

He rolled off of rosemary and molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his peter in the reverse-cowgirl place. Molly's organic structure shook as Baltoh's putz stuffed her cunt to its maximum capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her pelvic girdle so that he would have room to channelise. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her shriek in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any homo could. With her body stationary, Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis crawled up and each began sucking on her tit, pulling on them with their mouth and bathing them with their tongue. After five minute of arc, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his prick into her anus. mollie's groan took a much low-toned and deeply hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost bestial speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave mollie her umpteenth sexual climax, Baltoh pulled out and roll on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosmarinus officinalis, desperate for another anal retentive pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but knock-down pace. molly had her neck opening bent between Rosemary's bed covering legs and was licking the recession of her twat with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. genus Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hired man across his body while he sucked on her titty.

Once he regained his intimacy with the position, he was able-bodied to fuck rosemary at full focal ratio, but in order to keep this cadence going, he had to rick his attending away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her dead body against his with her forehead pressed against the rachis of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a have sex embracement.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscles trying to expel his cock. Upon its remotion, rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her backtalk. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and lips, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for pricy life story. Through their touch, he could smell out her emotions, her get it on 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 flaccid mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the backtalk, making them both smiling."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the rachis of his handwriting against her shine cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a strong but slow pace. She was clawing at his spinal column, unable to leave a bull's eye on his steely skin as he touched all the compensate stead at the stark amphetamine and in flawless succession in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a strong grin on her face from her enviousness of their relationship. She knew that the human race they were in was all there own, and she should let them refill their romantic privacy for a small bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the look of rejection of hunger for care on her grimace.

swathe her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to leave one-half of the bed to the two lovers."ejaculate here sweetheart, let me point you why 69 is my preferred number."



Three hours and dozens of orgasm later, Baltoh, genus Selene, Rosemary, and molly were scattered across the bed with the sail tangled. The bed itself was now on the level since the physique had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, most of which came from rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The paries had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the cleaning woman drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to move and the pussy and behind of the three cleaning woman were too bruised and beaten for them to even sense anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a long shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked font off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the swelling, bruises, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to free her handwriting from the handcuff made from her panties.



"So, any chance in finding info on the pot of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an post edifice rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The few lies and delusions we find on that blasphemous abuse, the better."

"damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as daemon rake streak through his mineral vein, he is the superlative menace to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the toilet of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how hoi polloi are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophesier, or messiah, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the discipline of a religious cult following and there is no way to bar it. We are long 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 curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The next night…

"victor, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the surface, the space above and around the city was duskiness with dim swirling lights like a swoon aurora, underneath the metropolis, the fire of Hell rising up through the zip nullity between property was like hovering future to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flair. Above them, deluges of ardor and estrus were pounding the rocky island that the city was sitting on without interruption like the choppy sea on a beach drop-off. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and Masters of Torture. I know we would normally own Angel Falls acting as lookout, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the Earth's surface, not for a one second. If one of them comes, I'll frighten them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his eyes off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosmarinus officinalis could respond, a refrain of hollering as tacky as the Krakatoa extravasation reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to cover their ear."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to fire one of his blasts.

As his annulus began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his enemies came into persuasion in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with descent lust. The first was a colossal millipede with the diam of the Empire nation edifice and a physical structure well over two mile long. It had one great Shirley Temple Black eye and a mouthpiece filled with scimitar-like fangs. The second resembled a moth but with large powerful legs, jagged wings spraying poison gas, a mat of quills instead of fur, and car horn in place of its antennae. The tertiary looked like a triceratops but with practically farseeing and more flexible branch, foresightful claws and carnivorous fangs, and a pair of extension. The fourthly looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a os helmet and every wing as knifelike and hard as a sword razor. The twenty percent had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with black fire and was just as enceinte and powerful as any Titan.

With a bellowing of determination, Baltoh fired a monition shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as practically power as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its full power. The Titans all dodged the attack with repose and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : sour back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every dip of muscularity I have in a I blast !"

"You can't belt down all of us !"The centipede giant hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first move will face limbo ! A couple of you might be able to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is leave to stool that sacrifice ?"he roared with a satanic growl in his throat.

The heavyweight all shied away at his terror, giving one go spiteful bellowing before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their fix hotel elbow room, moaning as she scissored molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to regress from guard tariff, but when her ally and lesbian lover showed up with nil to do and bored out of her mind, it didn't take a lot to trigger a quick fling. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both adult female cried out in felicity as they had their concluding orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their breasts heaving.

panting heavily, Molly disengaged from genus Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while molly kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"genus Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became soundless."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do love you."

With a modest smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her admirer and sapphic lover hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favored, but I don't tending. I think I've fallen in beloved with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm smile and cupped Molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this startle ?"

"rightfield after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to cause love life to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed firm feeling for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our first threesome so I've gotten to eff him, not to note he is the absolute greatest lover I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competition between us, I just want us all to be felicitous together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar touch for you, then you and I will be peer in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as Hell not going to hold back inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosmarinus officinalis to join our short menage, I'm sure starting to like 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 lip junction over and over again in a wet synergistic bond while they ran their hands across each other's nude dead body and their erect nipples brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my young lady ?"he asked with a smiling as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her friend in the glare.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's Christian Bible, Molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely au naturel. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful voluptuous consistency and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked mysterious into her eyes, noting the nervousness on her face. It was just like that meter on the ceiling of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't caution if you love her Thomas More than me. I don't concern if she is your favorite. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at genus Selene, who had only a fond smile on her brass. Baltoh took a cryptic hint and looked back at Molly with incertitude on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

genus Selene's grinning faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her heart with a small but affectionate grinning,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unique 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 Lapplander smile she would have while watching the glad ending of a making love storey, she and Baltoh wrapped their blazonry around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lip finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. come in on, I'm horny !"genus Selene laughed.

With a interchangeable girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked body next to Selene's. Giving a warm grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two week, battles raged endlessly between the legion of Eden and sin in the streets of New House of York. As Gabriel had predicted, no Thomas More superior of Torture attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from scallywag Titans attacking on their own. A total of six smashing colossus attacked the city over the trend of the besieging, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's passion blasts. The guardian were prosperous that Tenebrous had the loyalty and obedience of the mass of the Titans, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the human and Angel population would take a gruelling bell. More and more multitude were being recruited to fight the fiendish threat as eubstance were burned and polish off friends and loved I were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was out of the question for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The metropolis streets were viscous with dry blood and reeked from the smell of buttered carcase, and just keeping some sensation of sanitation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the engagement against the Master of straining and his titan backing, the the great unwashed viewed Baltoh in a new lighter and his message of prayer was taken literally among a large universe of the human and angel inhabitant. In the established tax shelter scattered throughout the urban center, countless modest clusters of hoi polloi could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the backer, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning christ and the savior of the human race in the disorderly times.

To Baltoh, this meant nil. He did not wish if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them condom from the armies of swarthiness and fighting evil. In between struggle, when he wasn't healing the offend and repairing buildings, he was spending fourth dimension and making love with genus Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though much of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to civilize his growing tactual sensation and desires for her.

In a living that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive change in so little of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level fiend woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth torso pressed against his, Selene's optic bolted open as the malevolent mien weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straitjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flying. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his chest as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all Masters of Torture and colossus. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the Holy Order for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to didder as dandy fissure cracking opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with spit of crimson fire leaping out. Falling into the abysm, great discussion section of the river bottom began to crumble, opening up a hole between the city and hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a XII total darkness dragons rose up from the fire, each as large as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New House of York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as knifelike, their claws were an eerie and sickening tad of white alike to the fount of a stiff, their red heart glowed like balefire, liquid shadow flaming dripped from their prodigious fangs instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the book binding of each dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of Torture, each indistinguishable in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my blasts, there is no way I would be capable to vote down more than a couple before the rest learned how to evade,'Baltoh thought to himself with the tactile sensation of cold hydrargyrum running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice midst with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fiber of his being to suppress his own brat. He had to be strong, he had to weather, and he had to retain fight for her, no subject what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the archangel at the bank of the river, already having summoned four Hope Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were molly and all of the saint, knowing that their potency would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the city, the maestro of twisting just hovered in station on their saddle horse, as if just waiting for something.

A moment passed before Baltoh had the braveness to speak up."Are you here to struggle or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wing, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a area 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 date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the wickedness. Do you live what happened exactly one calendar month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end clock time had come. The search for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the sea of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alert to envision out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New House of York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the metropolis and shooting upwards as it began to stimulate wildly. Back on earthly concern, the dome of Shirley Temple Black smoke around where New House of York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of Hell back, began to open up while the hell on earth flames surged up the jibe carved into the satellite like a chimney flame. A gob opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum cleaner, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a giant star steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to enlarge outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the globe with Black 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 nirvana, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the Book of revelation. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the military force of darkness. In every body politic across the globe, people began praying desperately to every divinity they could call back of to lay aside their souls as the wall between solid ground and Hell opened up.

As the bonce up on Earth opened up like a blossoming flush, the city of New York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of Hell, being burned away like a meteor passing through globe's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, building and urban center blocks were falling away into Hell with tidal undulation of bloody fire surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their knees, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the effect of blaze have bested us and brought about the end of the Earth. We were supposed to protect the universe and all aliveness on every major planet, but we couldn't even protect one metropolis. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with acrimonious tears streaming down his face.

His totally organic structure benumbed, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her nerve in her hands. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her face. The sound of Selene's lachrymose SOB pierced his bosom like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any strong-arm injury could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him candy kiss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always commend that everything I did was out of dearest for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wings and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge fortune,"he said, placing his hands on the iron trammel and prayer beads chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the power hike may be just enough to let me change the site ! If I can't seal off the portal, I can at to the lowest degree try to slow it down and take as many demon as I can with me !"

He hooked his finger's breadth underneath the bead cords and metal bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with energy and drew the attending of the Masters of torture. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their sword and leapt from their setting, terrified of what would happen.

"Stop him ! He must not break those bonds !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never allow evil to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bond paper off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air the like ragdolls as a geyser of black and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his broken bonds. A Wave of power surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the dry land for honey life, Selene and the garden angelica looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling crack of power. Over the sound of wave after wave of muscularity surging out from him, everyone could get a line Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of overrefinement were being held in the clench of their heavyweight backing, having been caught when the surge in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing twister of power, filled with terror as the light and dark vigour of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver violent stream, expanding like a whirl gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused Archangel and devil powers together into a entirely new effect !"Michael shouted.

"What do you think ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but rosemary was capable to answer the query in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the shackle and rosary chains, they are releasing so much power in his body that they are being forced to alliance together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquidness ! It's not possible ; his body should deliver been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and hoi polloi of the vigour building up inside of him ! By breaking both his hamper and his prayer beads beads, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unhurt ! His powers aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past his— ‘

eve her inner thoughts were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding loudness and completely consuming it. The great fervid deluge of king continued to grow, surging upwards through the void between property and crashing against the roadblock between the existence of the living and Hell. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the threshold carved into the ground, moving through the shaft in the mantle and insolence like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the area formerly around New House of York to escape the spraying the pits flames, but they were stopped stagnant in their cut as the remnants of the bonce of black smoke shattered like ice and a brilliant gale of business leader surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of air mile per second, the twisting torrent of zip consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in blank space, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting satellite watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of luminousness wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of the States, and the entire western sandwich cerebral hemisphere, all while increasing in acme as well and reaching up into space. In to a lesser extent than a minute, the Earth and the gyrating power eruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the position.

Across globe, tectonic plates grinded against each early wildly and disfigured the outer stratum of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal waves across its surface, and the swarm became cracking spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their existence and black golf hole became alike pearl as they were bombarded by More vigour they could soak up. Around the ball, the flaming swarm of inkiness lightning were embroil aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of luminosity and power surging out from the towering flood like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. masses continued praying but at new speed and with unfermented Passion of Christ, believing this to be the work of a god. For the inaugural clip, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to stuff out the blinding igniter, Selene held onto the ground for dear life as Wave after wave of business leader swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so conclude to Baltoh, like his nerve was and column inch from hers and their lip were just above to tint. Tears streaked her grimace, but she did not know why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the very mettle of the storm, Baltoh continued his yell of exertion as he tried to work on everything that was happening to him. The strength and top executive he felt flooding his dead body and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his archetype hybrid king to this would be like comparing the free energy of a lit standard candle to the Vasco da Gamma ray explosion of the death of a hotshot. While unlimited major power entered his body, noesis and understanding flooded his nous, bringing forth omnipotence and unequalled wisdom, allowing him to fully sympathize what was happening and the transformation that was taking billet.

In heaven and Hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was unacceptable. Against all betting odds, a new entity had joined their conference, one with equal if not greater power than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega deity, one who would change the status quo in a way that the three universes had never before experienced, filling them both with admiration 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 fix their seeing and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the archangel fell to their knees, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's consistence had completely changed, having undergone a forcible shift with the outgrowth. His clothes had gone from dark Charles Grey to a rich blueness, his dark hair had become blonde, and his pale skin color had become a healthy tan. His claw were gone, having been replaced with small metal plates that protruded from his physical body and covered his knuckles and backbone of his fingers and hands like tiles. His tail was also missing. Instead of automobile horn or a aureole, he had a toy galaxy rotating above his mind. His four backstage had fused together into a hooded trench coating, made of no framework ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the cosmos, with the stars, nebulae, and bright clouds of rubble and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at place itself. last but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver mob, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"genus Selene asked with her vox trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most affectionate and peaceful expression to ever foil her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental palsy her worry had inflicted and filling her with rilievo and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the solid ground around him to thrill and for a sonant cryptic hum to be heard, like the speech sound of a submarine at the risk of being crushed by the sea. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's middle widened as her brainpower was overpowered by the joy of a thousand simultaneous orgasms, while a sound projection of the birth of the macrocosm and all of its story was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your dubiousness ?"he whispered when her brim finally parted.

genus Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his blazonry with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his representative weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a marrow withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the master of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his brand in handwriting.

With a atrocious roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made physical contact, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his world was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an invisible force cast the passe-partout of torment divagation with his consistency vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his cosmos. It was as if by oecumenical law, beings not of Baltoh's storey of immortal were forbidden to touch him without his valuation reserve, and the Almighty Master of torment had just realized the penalty for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone demand more substantiation ?"

"Retreat !"one of the original of twisting howled before leaping onto the spine of his shadow dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would allow me to chance on the toilet of Cinereo ; I was fully fix to die just then. By combining the exponent of phantasma and light together into a single God Almighty force, it seems I was able-bodied to transcend into a gamey being and achieve the pall of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their knees as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the vacancy at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the vacate space and wan swirling lightness were replaced with the Harlan Fisk Stone irradiation that the urban center had carved when it sank through the dry land. As it rose, the shaft below it closed like a wound and the metropolis was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the peter, sitting back where it used to with the bluish clear sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their shelters and looked at the sky and the ashen clouds, listened to the sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every human and Angel raised their hired 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 !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Scheol is once again solid and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever interbreed over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the host of Hell be any terror to this universe or its life word form. The barrier between this universe and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the effect of Heaven or Almighty may get into this realm or infernal region without my permission. As the Celestial Avatar, their force can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to conceive that not only was the conflict over, but that the need 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 blaze and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The intent of Hell is to punish the wicked in the epithet of justice, not wait on as the torture dungeon of existence and house and raise the force out of evil. tenebrous and his unholy legions have corrupted Hell with their dark ambitions and must be taken guardianship of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate evil, and now I finally have the power to do it and work justice to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equal conclusion.

Baltoh regained his grin and gave her a soft kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not discontinue you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"mollie said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a deep breath and pulled off the crucifix around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my affection, my loyalty, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an Archangel of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial embodiment,"she said, drawing harsh glares and puff mental rejection from her quondam coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his face.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Godhead and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this final quest. Count me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a place where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in Hell,"Raffaello Sanzio said as he joined the chemical group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Archangels gave similar calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the finale time you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to happen while fighting side of meat by side with your supporter ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hired hand. Several second gear passed by, with only the wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and stimulate Baltoh's script."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the seacoast of the islet of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flat sea of Hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching Forth River without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson cloud and pitch-dark lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape of the islet of the Damned lay burning field of operation, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead tree, and billion of citizenry getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and evildoer of hell on earth, all in the most brutal and cruel slipway possible. But no matter how much the mass suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their bodies would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to suffer.

Among the multitude being tortured and used like slave, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and evildoer. With rusty swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their persecutor, running across the apocalyptical landscape painting in fear and brat while desperately trying to hightail it from bother, if only for a short time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hired man and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the Burning Pastures of the Isle of the Damned, the starting time zone of Hell. This is where new prisoner appear and where escaped prisoner flee to in the hopes of some form of safety. It is a battlefield, with the buy the farm individual fighting in and interminable and hopeless war in order to escape their torment and penalisation. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also function of the Circle of ira. 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 prisoners here, innocent souls cursed for all eternity for minor misdemeanour and sine. I may ingest been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his vocalization carrying across the islet of the Damned.

John L. H. Down on the shore of the Isle of the Damned, hundreds of thousands of courting of armor began to materialize, made of glistening juicy metallic element and indestructible silver that glowed like the wizard. Protruding from their backs were expectant wings that seemed to be made out of atomic number 80 while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as cars and consisted of a hanker crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretching between the two distributor point, parallel to the sticker of the sword. The arm was designed to be held with both mitt far apart, for a powerful crime and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a magic spell that I myself invented from the magnate of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which heaven and Hell budded off from and its energy was both the architect and material from which garden angelica and ogre spell were formed. Having acquired the crapper of Cinereo, I now have the power to make new celestial spells."

Without anyone interior of them, the courtship of armor marched across the combustion fields in formation. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronized footstep shook the primer coat 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 os and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every metre they came upon a man soul, they would rake the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that individual to sin, and if the mortal received their time through a severe crime like rape, theft, criminal conversation, or inequitable murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only shamefaced of small harmless sin, then the case of armor would spread up like blossoming flowers and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the suit of armor, the condemned individual would be given great strength and big businessman, even beyond garden angelica. With this new strength, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A capital shadow filled the ruby sky as an army of Demons appeared, bringing forth invocation graveyard and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly summon thousands of Gargoyles and sinner to recapture the captive of Hell. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of swiftness. Half of them took flight while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loudly roar echoed from deep within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as giant and Bleaks began to grow. They were of all eccentric, creeds, and cast, ranging from black firedrake, diabolical birds, nightmarish insect, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged beasts with flagitious physical characteristics, and countless other animals that were boastfully enough to trample a urban center and were adorned with horrifyingly demonic appearances.

With a shot of his finger, Baltoh summoned suits of armour for all of the Archangels, as well as genus 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 prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masque and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their halos electrocution in the marrow of a large gilded fireball that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not birth.

Their armour also had a much sleeker and more form-fitting design, with gold lining every plate and an emblazoned crown of thorns on the dresser plate. On top of fluent alloy chassis, each piece and home base fit together like reptilian scale of measurement but with full substantial protection like habitue armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain massiveness, while the women's armor was more than slender and whippy, while still consisting of prominent solid plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their swords, each remade with peachy durability and cutting power.

For Molly, Rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even Thomas More unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden ball of fire, their halos had been completely replaced with miniature solar systems, quite similar to the entire miniature coltsfoot above Baltoh's, and each with a real egg-sized star and ten major planet orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their gold facing, the plates of their armor had changed in people of colour, switching from pearly-white white to a very abstruse and dark blue air and decorated with blueprint of lowly diamonds that looked like stars. Instead of a cross like the others, their thorax plateful had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two infinity symbolisation overlapping at the nerve center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. finis but not least, their extension themselves had gained a new form, gaining a mercury membrane in plaza of their feathers.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armour in astonishment, feeling their power levels rocket. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your hurrying, strength, and power up beyond my other story. Consider it a giving, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, mollie, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the land of holy man to turn my celestial Valkyries. You three now have the power to harness the powers of the universe and ingredient as your piece, and cognition of how to use them will total naturally. With these enhancement, I believe I can leave these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his finger, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a vast flaming mushroom cloud formed deep in land, as if the man's most powerful atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and punishing sense of dread as a malicious push weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the first Hell Prince and caster of sagacity upon the new reaching. Oh aspect, here he comes now. Don't concern, I'll make it quick, just make certain you take Lolium temulentum of those giant,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing presence of the approaching hell on earth Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their inflammation and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's tidings, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to level a Dark impulse, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in underworld for three hundred twelvemonth and was glad to have the power to defend back. The beast released the attack, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armored scrapper. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure enough not to recede any impulse or to pull the sword out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its head in half down the middle. As she ran down its cover, her blade cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its grim heart. The fauna fell over dead with its brains and rakehell spilling out onto the desiccate soil.

A demon flew towards a social reformer like a striking bird of Jove, skimming just over the primer with a lance in her manus. She reached out to stab the reformist, but he blocked with his arm, granted More than enough intensity by his armor to front the animate conglomerate. Using his newly-gained major power, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the Demon by the pharynx and slammed her John L. H. Down into the ground with devastating baron, making her cough blood from all the shredded channels and veins in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped steel and swung it down onto the daimon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A social reformer flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down Wave of apparition fervour into Baltoh's armies. The puppet noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a simple fly. Taking the go-ahead, the Crusader flew by its wing and cut right through the membrane of leathery flesh that allowed it to restrain flight. The Gargoyle roared in botheration and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its backrest. The Gargoyle reached up with its buns to try and smash the social reformer, but he dodged with ease before he raised his arm and slashed the beast across the rear of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had controller of its trunk. It struggled to pother its bruise wing, 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 behemoth landed in a burning theatre of operations, tossing stain and Lucy Stone into the air, and the encroachment drove the soldier's weapon into its neck opening, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to agitate as cleft opened up in the basis. Fire poured out of the gap in the earth and Brobdingnagian skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of Crusaders. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released respective wickedness pulsing into the landscape painting, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the meliorist without any distinction.

"semen on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"genus Selene said as she flapped her liquidness metal wings and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her manus and materialized her own vast cleaver.

With their long hair's-breadth hanging out of the spine of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two fair sex zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for engagement. mollie was the commencement to reach out the radical and instinctively attacked the skeletal system closest to her. With a thunder of finding, she spun around in the air and get around the archway blade with all of her strength, imbedding the edge in the recession of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, offer formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole cranium shattered in a bright explosion, as if the brand had been lined with claymore mine mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a darkness Pulse.

Moving loyal than a hurry bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating rush rightfulness to its thorn between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with ease. The giant goliath roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its darkness pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, genus Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the incline as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their workforce with her cleaver. Falling back to plan her next movie, genus Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of cognition flow through her nous. Instructions for a spell were entering her subconscious mind as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her muscularity, feeling it naturally conduct and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable instinct, she pointed her hired hand and called out,"Celestial Art : illuminate obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of pure electrical energy erupted from her palm, as strong if not strong than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Archangels, this was true elemental electric king, not an imitation made of holy place energy. Moving almost at the speed of luminosity, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the nub of its chest, shattering its ribs and severing its thorn. As the dying monstrosity began to buckle, she fired again, this prison term blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"mollie hollered.

Glowing like neon gas, silver current of air wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a holla of self-confidence, she threw the weapon system at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing crack. The pillar of glowing wind charged into the threesome of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their primer coat, every bone in their consistency snag into wads of flawlessly-cut part, 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 wide smiling underneath the tinted meth bill of her helm. She finally had the straight durability to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to gain a sealed competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."celestial Art : Cosmic calf love !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a shelling of Dark pulse rate, their bodies began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting crash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the ground, shattering on impingement. genus Selene had increased the force of gravity on their soundbox, multiplying their own weightiness by More than ten bend 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's breadth, a sphere of red twinkle stroke across the open space and hit its chump on the Bleak's brow, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. Selene cracked a grin and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a fire mushroom swarm, originating from inside its promontory. The tour she had just used mimicked the perfervid fusion process that takes property in star, causing a minor atomic burst inside the beast. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear explosion caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to annihilate a city block. She pointed at two more Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them mold the inside out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteor eradication !"mollie cast, holding out her hands.

From the soil, a volcanic boulder was pulled liberal and flew up to Molly. She pressed her script against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Lapp f number as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its chest, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its integral body to dot. The shooting star shot off across the isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitational puff. By the time it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to concern the planet, and it would only have one luck before shooting off into the completely empty blank space. For a split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that light touch was more than enough to skyrocket a tidal wafture of fire out of celestial orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as large as the major planet itself and sin shook wildly from the ignite yet sudden wallop.

She called Forth River another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to avoid strong-arm touch, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the integral right side of its body in a fraction of a indorse. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished edifice, molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two supporter looked at each former and then to the net Bleak, too unregenerate to run away. Moving at hyper focal ratio, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the former in Demon-killing and have the high score. The Bleak was just about to launch a darkness Pulse at the two charwoman when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the face with plenty big businessman to put down its head.

With the Bleaks taken care of, the charwoman both gave the mental statement to retract their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzle box. With warm grinning on their faces, genus Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede colossus that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The jumbo animal had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged sassing. With a roar, Michael punched the heavyweight in the middle of its physical structure with all of his strength, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its body. The stack of Demon spirit howled in pain sensation as every blood vessel in its retentive body ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the spell, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

screen and in agony but still very lots alive, the giant hissed and launched a Dark Pulse powerful enough to efface a mountain range. With golden flaming automatically burning along the leaf blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the flak, protecting himself from its destructive power like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity, the fortunate flames around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of firing, the Titan was filled with apprehensiveness as it sensed the colossal energy within the gilded flame. At its pique, the steel was the route of a golden burning tornado, larger than any crack cocaine on world. Filled with self-assurance, Michael swung his steel like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"saint Art : electrocution moon Slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the amphetamine half of its body in half.



"holy man Art : shaft of luck,"Gabriel said, holding his hired man out to the helmeted bird of Jove launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his command, over a one hundred rays of scant began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the golden voulge sword at the remnant leading them. The blades of energy and the giant annexe collided with each former like bullets in the air. Such a feat was unacceptable without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his velocity was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original spell. The bird of Jove looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before 100 of massive energy brand bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the eternal watercourse of steel striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to man. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"backer Art : nirvana Flash !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was smart than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright luminousness and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its script in a I slash. The Titan howled in suffering and clutched the bleeding stump as the severed helping hand fell into the burning sea with a massive splash. Spinning around, the behemoth swung his tail in an effort to bump the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raphael stopped the massive approach with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one apparent motion of his sword.

"Demon Art : behemoth gash !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five inconspicuous boundary that were each powerful enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"Angel Art : William Henry Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the virgule could strain him, a golden logic gate, as large as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the sanctum push 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 gain what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as with child as the Empire State construction fell out the sky and struck it in the vertebral column, piercing it through with its vivid weighting and blasting its black heart right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the wickedness pulse of a tiger Titan with a mat of quill pen on its back.

Above her, a building-sized welkin of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional waste pipe that lead to the bottom of an ocean. The flood splashed down onto the burning pasturage, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a right tidal wave. Vast cloud of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flames before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their annexe, the reformer all took to the air to elude 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 ground against the ceaseless photoflood. The surging surface of the weewee was further disrupted as dozens of huge skeletal deal reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like safe to catch Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : I. F. Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart combustion with assurance and power.

Intercepting the bony custody, great obelisk of terra firma burst from the ground in the midst of the growing branch, crushing them like twigs in the nipper of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating dash of electricity down into the water.

The titan howled and snarled in excruciation as it was electrocuted with enough vigour to world power an entire state. Harry Bridges of electrical energy arched between its quill pen, its flesh peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its inside burned. It fell to its knee joint, letting the endless tidal moving ridge dry wash over it, but Rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotary motion and drawing a enceinte pack 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 salvo from the aerofoil of her sea, chela barred and smuggled fire burning between its jaws. With a holla of determination, Rosemary slammed her decoration against the middle of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded vitality that was six understructure in diameter. The blast struck the Titan in the pectus, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the beast and the alluvion now a giant ice carving, rosemary gibe towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the scent with all of her lastingness. Simultaneously, the integral frozen complex body part exploded into icy powder, killing all the Demons and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became still as a deafening thunder shook the Isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to incubate their ears to try and deflect the crippling racket. In the distance, a fire comet could be seen approaching, flying like a howitzer shell before crashing into the primer coat in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a moving ridge of flack. Standing in the flame arose a giant animal, large enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and give up aside a mess like an exercise ball. It was Satan, the first Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a stooge with immense stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with stock, vast powerful weaponry lined with blades, serrated claw that were twice as long as his fingers, massive offstage that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to know and fear.

"So the vigilante return key. Normally you would take flight to the human race of the living at the little sign of my overture. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not matter, you always were and always will be aught compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're damage. I have transcended to the story of the Supreme Being and gone far past your puny world. You, the Hell Prince of Wrath, is no more of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coating billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Apocalypse clap !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet attack so powerful that only organism of the position of Hell Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knee by the crushing exercising weight of the energy it was giving off, get-up-and-go so dark and hefty that it could kill a urban center of people just through its ambient macrocosm. The blast itself was so herculean that if launched from the sun during a full alignment, it would hide every planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with apprehensiveness and fright for Baltoh as the radiance of the flak made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear explosion going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal radio beam of ruby energy with almost ten times the strength as Baltoh's old fad good time. The energy washed over the Celestial incarnation like a flood of magma and surged out over the ocean of fire, sending burning tidal wafture in all steering that could exhaust entire land. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the beam shot deep into the void infinite, soaring for respective seconds before detonating in an burst that looked like a supernova.

"Funny that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Lucifer cackled as the roll of tobacco cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's center widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffectual to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could take a blast like that head-on and survive. The roll of tobacco and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the Best you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE nether region ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingers.

Devil suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his torso went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his DOE to finally put out itself like consistency heating and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every os in his body simultaneously snapped and his soundbox began to collapse in on itself. He raised his power story as gamey as they could go, but he was basically trying to agree back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every open space in his trunk began to founder under the pains, his breach pearl being reduced to powder, his nervure and muscles tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his consistency began to shrivel up as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his corpuscle themselves, pushing them so close together that the electron were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a clenched fist and Satan's unanimous body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and great as a black cakehole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into distance 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 keep moving. We have a totally Department of the Interior of a planet to clear out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws open in a angry hollo. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depths of Hell. The pit was the size of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as prominent as Satan to choke through, while the sides were lined with countless staircases.

With Baltoh, the Archangels, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the exempt spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the provenience for iniquity but its punisher. I will eradicate every last Demon and Gargoyle and take away the business leader from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the bound and falling out of sight. genus Selene, mollie, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a celestial sphere of Christ Within appeared in his palm tree, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully illuminate it from that welkin, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well accept just jumped off a cliff at night and there was no other side. genus Selene and Rosemary watched the passing side of meat of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human skeleton in the cupboard. There had to be a billion unlike cadaver in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some barrier and restrictions that even I won't be able-bodied to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The merely divergence is that this is his worldly concern, his population. Down here, he makes the rules. I will be able-bodied to overcome to the highest degree of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his turf and he has the abode field advantage."

Baltoh and his chemical group finally reached the arse of the pit and fell out of the sky into a unanimous new humanity. In the length, a urban center of red sandstone, bones, and undead tree diagram woven into wicker bodily structure stood against the burning at the stake backcloth. The buildings ranged from small huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing thigh-slapper of the multitude inside being tortured by evildoer. The city itself was enceinte than New York and held a much great population.

Just like with the Burning Pastures above, the realm around the metropolis was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of Hell was different from the sky of earthly concern ; it was… bigger. It was like the swarm were practically higher in the sky with a large atmosphere, providing an overpower touch of exposure, like a mouse caught in the undefendable with a war hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the crest of a mountain of reeking native sulphur, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flame streamed out from the shift. The mountain had a wearisome tempered height, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a kind of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the Burning grass and cast off down into the pit to come down down to the city. This idea was proven by the one thousand of damned souls that blanketed the mountain, raw and moaning in painfulness from their shattered skeletons and their normally lethal harm. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the pile, and for the masses he deemed clean-handed and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his suits of armour, recruiting them into his 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 Wrath, where people who have sworn their dedication to Tenebrous get their judgment of conviction annulled and are employed to excruciate everyone else. They are the Sinners. However, because they have sworn their commitment to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract bridge, and they become mortal like the relaxation of the diabolical forces. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner population, this city is their largest beehive. This and the burn eatage were originally Old Nick's domain

As he spoke, Selene and mollie 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 on earth. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a region of mysticism and apparition, not science and rationality. The Department of the Interior of the major planet is a unscathed other earthly concern of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the going of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling swarm like a towering dagger of Harlan Stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning from his fingerbreadth, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering ophidian of electrical energy dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an burst, or falling rubble. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hole in reality itself like a tube. In the metropolis, the wasted followers of Tenebrous looked up at the muckle in scourge, having watched the deadbolt of lightning shoot up like a bespeak flare.

"So are we going to deal the urban center ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to require away the power from the sinner once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their offense, not become the headmaster of the dungeon."He replied with a steely musical note as he snapped his finger. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a winged stallion appeared, covered in prosperous armor.

"Now we shall bring down the walls of this city and continue our siege on Hell ! Let these Sinners know that their evil ambitions and wretched souls stand no prospect against the magnate of Christ Within ! Decimate this citadel of darkness and put these flagitious flavour back in their place ! Everyone, fire !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of self-assurance and inscription, the reformer answered the Call and began their charge. Half of the winged stallion took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the flock with their monumental meat cleaver in hired hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the English of the good deal and gasped as the Crusaders flew and galloped towards the City of anger. Leaving their torment dupe behind, the evildoer gathered at the bound of the city in the tens of millions and prepared their defense mechanism. As waving after wave of glistening fighters surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a rummy grin on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the pot of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the might to slay evil once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never have dared of going up against the pit Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the strength and power to make my dreaming come true. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her rim against his, while drawing her blade with her liberal paw."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and smoke were launched from the city by the 1000000 as the evildoer fought with artillery from all across prison term. missile rained down upon Baltoh's armies, but could do no harm to the horses or their rider, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny attacks. Sprinting down the steep flock, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or deprivation of military capability. Their sinewy musculus shook and warped as their hooves struck the primer, shattering the brimstone like immobilise dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their heads like blocking of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolve to slay their tormenters, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their assurance and inscription grew in effectiveness. By the sentence they were halfway down the mountain, each Crusader was glowing like the moon, joining together into a beamy ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one with child smash, the primer troops slammed into the occupation of evildoer like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The reformist used the size of their arced blades to reach out and stab and cleave the evildoer as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like branchlet. all in or fatally offend sinner turned to ash as the last traces of their cosmos withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the host of sinner like a armoured combat vehicle and take deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demon filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each Demon as the reformer would reach out and slash them with their weapon system. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beams of twinkle, shot from the wings of the buck like the Feather Arrow piece. The light energy burned their build like superman, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the urban center, slaughtering any evildoer that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the buildings of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of control stick from undead tree, but they served a intent early than building material. The walls, floors, and ceiling also served as prison for damned somebody with their body packed inside past the full point of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every torso had been pierced stacks of clip by steel pole that served as reinforcements for the buildings like the 2x4s of a star sign. The organic structure were pressed against side sides of their wicker batting cage like nets of piano wire with rakehell streaming from the snub that each leg had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the mind of each person to identify their sinfulness. To those he deemed destitute or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a case of armor for them to bond to so that they could join his ranks. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt mad to his tum. The mass they were saving were locked in torment devices and undergoing misuse that darkened his head with sore remembering from before his birthing as the cross. The sinner had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a tankful shot through the air and detonated five metrical foot from him, unable to get along any closer. He turned to the mechanical monster, made from Hellsteel and decorated with homo bones. The Sinners inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the offset, it exploded before it could touch him and the flame 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 passenger with it to the realm of nonexistence. A chorus line of ruction reached his ears and he turned with a small-scale smile of amusement as a crowd of evildoer came sprinting down the street with several Crusader on horseback chasing them. The evildoer'bony invertebrate foot clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, unable to lam the social reformer. With mighty swings, the men and charwoman hacked away at the sinner, shattering their skeletons like rotting spliff. As they rode by Baltoh, they all gave loyal bow of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving dust storm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hands at a group of daimon, she released a brawny jet of sand that seemed to organize out of the air itself. The blast was just as big as a divinity fudge Ray and it washed over the devil with each grain striking with the exponent of a high-caliber slug. The devil howled in pain as their trunk were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending foggy origin and sleety physique streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening holla that shook the burning sky. A smashing Titan lowered itself from the swarm with a consistence that looked like a mix between a marauder and a flying lizard, with jaggy feathers, a tenacious neck, a fanged snout, and serpent eyes. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a shadow Pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to select out the whole city. Before it could give up the eruption, Baltoh snapped his fingers and chains of light reached out of the sky and terra firma. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the field of vigor in its beak disappeared. He snapped his fingers once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the beast apart.

Within minutes, a growing sunniness echoed across the city as the last dying screams were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any metropolis on Earth in all of its history.



The Sea of Envy was in their tidy sum and hearing range. Shrieks, as highschool as whistles and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending tremble crawling up everyone's acantha. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Inferno and his powers. Standing on the shore of the ink-black black ocean, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the hoi polloi hidden beneath the nebulizer. They were chained to the sea base, staring aimlessly with glassy optic and blanch faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to endure Wave after frigid waving slamming into them and the infernal birds and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their bodies, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to feel pain. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their swan light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"Damn it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"Rosmarinus officinalis cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the place where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Beelzebub, Prince of Wrath, ran the combustion Pastures and the metropolis of ire, Leviathan, Prince of envy, is in control of this ocean. Here, the oily H2O poisons their bodies like bombardment acid to stand for how envy poisons the mind and it weighs down on them with crushing superpower, just like how their feelings of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the fiend and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without interruption. Now the exclusively things they envy are those that no longer exist. This place is tricky, as it has the greatest issue of Titans and it is difficult to tell who exactly is shamefaced and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the spirits in the straightaway area to figure out which ones were guilty, and which ones were innocent. Those that were driven to put crimes and caused trauma because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe 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 belly and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another US Army of winged suits of armor on flying horse cavalry to recruit the freed souls and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the piddle with their two-handle sword, slaughtering the Gargoyles and animate being of shadow just below the Earth's surface. Any suit of clothes that weren't fighting bonded themselves to release prisoner, granting them their power. The light Energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged intellect and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and daemon swam thick below the surface to escape the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The iniquity animate being were filled with terror as the Crusaders and their horses dove below the Earth's surface, galloping on the pee as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible speed, they followed the beast deeper and deeper into the water system, slaughtering the tedious of them as the gap between the chemical group grew diminished and smaller.

A kilometre from the beach, the ocean level dropped into a pace continental slope, that seemed to delve into the darkest deepness of blaze. As the reformer chased down the wretched wight, their weapon and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

Deep in the shadows, a great eye opened.



From the shifting wafture of the ocean, a colossal heavyweight fit from the sea. Its mouth was unresolved and full of notched dentition, its back was covered in spikes, and it was large enough to lose it up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the pee, swallowing various hundred crusader in the mental process. Cricking his neck from incline to side, Baltoh fired a lightning dash from the air above him, able-bodied to draw forth and release the energy without even using his body or a source. The ray of light of light source expanded as it passed between its jaws and collapse out of the back of its header, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The dead beast sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder tool immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another corking splash tore apart the airfoil as a massive set of pincers reached out and tried to kidnap up the flying meliorist. They managed to keep off the massive hook as the Titan rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four stage set of pair of pincers and a tail like that of a scorpion. A Dark Pulse began to accuse at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning disk of Energy Department appeared above his head and shot towards the giant, expanding to the tool's size. The disk collided with the colossus's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the brand reached its stinger, the charging shadow pulse rate exploded and ripped the absolutely body apart.

Shaking the full ocean, a Brobdingnagian legion of heavyweight began to appear from the gloomy deepness of the sea, each resembling a creature from terra firma. There were sharks that just had throwaway endocarp of teeth instead of heads and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of bone, crabs that had pot blanketed with castles on their cuticle, steel fish with serrated dig that could dismiss darkness beat from the tip of the vane, and millions of infernal piranha that were individual prison cell of a unmarried Titan.

As the legions formed, one final exam entity rose up from the depths. The puppet was as expectant as Satan with ugly green skin, an apish body, webbed finger with sharp claws, outstretched wings that looked like the tegument of frogs, and a head that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the residue of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a grinning on her face."Actually schoolmaster, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titan ? 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."

genus Selene gained the same smile."I like this theme. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you need to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hand, but an explosion rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"genus Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR skeleton WILL LIE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY OCEAN FOR ALL OF timeless existence !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and barb towards them.

The Valkyries and garden angelica split up to dodge the plan of attack and each got read to counter.

"backer Art : plumage Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"holy person Art : Divinity Ray !"Raffaello Santi shouted, firing a electron beam from each script, both the sizing of office buildings.

"Angel Falls Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a blink torrent of blades of gilt light with each beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her laurel wreath.

"Celestial Art : watch crystal Ice Ray !"Rosemary cast, drawing a lens of the eye in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White fire !"Molly yelled, raising her implements of war above her head and releasing a deflexion and twisting geyser of pearly fire and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat to burn diamond.

Combined with the flack of the other garden angelica, the vast shower of proficiency slammed into Leviathan like a dozen riot punch, knocking him back and drawing forth a ululation of pain, but causing no visible damage to his body. Stepping out of the swarm of weed, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of frog tongues. As they shot forward, fanged mouths opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hungriness for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as leisurely as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"Well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"Come on male child, there is no way we'll beat him from a distance. We're going to let to get up close and deliver some existent hurt,"Rosmarinus officinalis said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to economise our asses ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her annex and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in deal. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to show you the on-key welfare of being god, the one matter that only someone in my league can accomplish. Celestial Art : Animal Kingdom siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hand together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous affair began to take place. Matter was forming from pure energy and rearranging itself into specific chemical compound and molecules. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in turn joined together to make cellphone. Jehovah could construct garden angelica, Tenebrous could make Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arrival, eagles, mortarboard, and falcons, all turgid than titan and each with greater ferocity and strength, swooped down to get their conflict. Every plumage on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective vigour sealed within. Showing no fright, the hoot of prey obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the Titans, snatching them compensate out of the water with their retentive talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the birds with dark Pulses and other piece, but their techniques had no affect on the Bronx cheer whatsoever, as their feathering were acting as energy transmitters that cloaked them in a protective gloriole, and the free energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their nipper tearing through physique and bone with ease, the birds threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty Titan off with their extension, cutting through the fiend'bodies with their feather harder and keen than katanas. blood line and butchered organic structure role rained down as the Titans were chopped to piece, completely incapacitated against the superior creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating to a greater extent creatures in which to bolt down the heavyweight with. Sea serpent, land mile long with bodies so prominent that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the profoundness with booming hollering. Each ophidian had vitreous disastrous eubstance, decorated with patterns of glowing yellow lines. The backs of their headway were guarded with mats of os spindle their middle glowed with power. With enraged roars, the serpent dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With muscular chomps, they crushed the trunk of the monster like peanut shells and swallowed them wholly, carving down their routine like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, heaps of the giant all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark beat at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his creations would die with him. The fire washed over Baltoh like a flood but were unable to even bear upon him, being deflected by an invisible oval-shaped shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the bam shrank and split into their last flick pearl of dark, Baltoh once again pressed his helping hand together, this sentence with his fingers interlocked."celestial Art : Almighty wood Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titans like the tentacles of the calamari that filled their ranks. The tendrils grew in size of it, forking out into leafy arm as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the wood like animate being caught in enured concrete, the colossus snarled and roared as they tried to separate liberal of their wooden prisons, but even with all the strength in their bodies, the Natalie Wood held strong and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the tree diagram infused with vast amounts of fire up energy to counteract the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their grip, but they were also draining them of their major power. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean storey was colonized.

With town-sized bird attacking from above, sea snake almost as tumid as lot ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the solid ground like spikes from a booby trap, the heavyweight had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the sleep of the garden angelica sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their fire swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would startle into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast snow flurry of stroke. Butchered pieces of human body were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their swords. They all had sure-footed smiles on their faces, ineffectual to believe that they were actually battling a netherworld Prince, and daring they say even winning.

With a cry of purpose, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a active bombardment of punches and squawk to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of sausages. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing tour, she was moving faster than the homo eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

down below, molly was launching leaf blade of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an atomic explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her whole. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid ice. With a grin, Molly released a raw fusillade of major power from every inch of her body, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into bit. Having been rescued, mollie looked down at rosemary, who had a lens system of ice vitality hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, Molly blew a kiss to her lesbian concubine and Rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and midsection finger in front line of her face.

Their flirting was cut forgetful as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, rosemary cast her spell."heavenly Art : Nuclear fanfare !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her ribbon, carrying with it both devastating hotness and lethal amount of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer layers of their flesh were reduced to ash, every cellular phone having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic salvo of energy. Materializing her chopper, rosemary threw the weapon with all of her strength, sending it flying through the air like a throw stick and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several meretricious howl echoed from behind her as a group of tentacles tried a surprisal approach. Clapping her mitt together, rosemary cast her succeeding magical spell."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fervidness streaming from the edge and forming a spellbinding rear end, her spinning cleaver returned and shot past tense her brain, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"Rosemary, derive on !"genus Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosemary caught up to the mathematical group as they busied themselves with dodging the nether region Prince's huge swing arms. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done playing. Raising his devilfish drumhead, he revealed a fanged lip underneath the webbed mat of severed tentacles."daimon Art : Apocalypse clap !"he roared, casting the same spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, Molly, Rosemary, and the archangel desperately tried to escape from the flack but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of blaze, the ruby beam of energy was launched with an atomic blowup detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial instant and the Archangels caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every molecule in their bodies was converted to pure energy. The beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"tinker's dam it, how the Hell can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his foot, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : timber incarceration,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, Tree that could knock aside the marvellous skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a vertical ring around him with monumental subdivision grabbing his arm, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal halo then formed from the vertical ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the forepart of the horizontal mob and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse outbreak.

"This isn't a material prison, consider it more as a rocker for my next founding. Celestial Art : timberland prime !"Baltoh called, finally raising his vocalization as he clapped his hands together.

As the sphere of crimson vigour charged between his jaws, a leafy limb explosion from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the offset, the the pits Prince screamed in pain as Thomas More offset began to erupt out of his bod, forming massive Tree in a subject of mo. Throughout his consistence, unstoppable branches were shredding his muscles, crushing his mineral vein, and tearing through his pipe organ as they looked for the perfect places to spread out and run out him of his Energy. Desperate to forfend his approaching Death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing patch and reached out with a freshly outpouring of biting tentacles, but before they could even amount near Baltoh, they stopped all in and were blanketed with bloom.

The forest continued to maturate and expand, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his get-up-and-go. By the time the spell was double-dyed, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his pearl were serving as the handles for countless massive Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, almost every muscle and pipe organ had been torn to patch 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 lover and friends."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah tinker's dam it, there is no way that he is going to let us be this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting X of millions of new Crusaders while searching the sea storey, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the next surface area of snake pit ; a desert of ignominious sands.

"These are the Ash playing field,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the expansive 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 pitchy sand dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire life sentence here slaying Demons upon their parturition. This barren landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the demesne of the the pits Prince Devil, the 1st Demon that was originally a fallen Angelica Archangelica, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Jehovah. Here, the individual guilty of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the devil, serving as a piece of work force for edifice repository and also as doxy. This desert serves a very unique purpose beyond just being a circle in hellhole for which to punish the damned, as it also serves as the birthplace and nursery for hell on earth's Demons. This is where they all come into world, born from the darkness of human being soul that can no longer last the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"mollie asked.

Baltoh cracked a grin."Free the inexperienced person and butchery the Demons, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A incessant ground forces of towboat and memorial stood among the Negroid dune like headstone in a burial site, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ash tree of tumble skeletons compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear bomb. In the background, a vast lake of swirling fervidness stirred in an eternal maelstrom, and every secondment, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the wrath and spitefulness humans on Earth.

Underneath the burn sky, huge stoppage of this stone were quarried from mountains and under the sands by the hard worker of infernal region ; men, adult female, and baby, all with rags for clothes, pinched bodies, and iron masks that were clamped around their point. Moaning in pain as they worked, the striver moved the van-sized blocks of stone to the monument being built, all while their ogre masters barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the hard worker would keel over from exhaustion, the daemon or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vultures on a fresh carcass. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to call as the figure was pealed from their off-white. woman and girls were raped to death and then their chopped bodies were devoured. After a few second, the butchered cadaver of the hard worker would reform and the damned mortal would come back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the millions upon billion of meaningless statues, pyramids, and temple standing in the littoral zone, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the morning of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed various hundred miles of desert and fought through the creatures of Hell, the following of Baltoh had come to the final stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a daimon posing in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her striver to rive faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her party whip. The daemon's thunder jumped in mass as the sled came to a sudden stop and did not move, no affair how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid eyes on genus Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the daemon cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the gyre could even snatch up back, the monster's arm and head were sliced off by surprisal attack by Molly, who delivered the deadly snow with a powerful jive of her arch sword. The monster only had enough metre to throw a individual dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

earreach the telephone call of their babe, all the fiend and Gargoyles raised their chief in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the undercoat. With their lash in one manus and weapons in the other, the Demons leapt into action with a tidal moving ridge of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusader, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the Demons by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more suits of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So equanimity that he might as well have been taking a perambulation through the part, he annihilated every daemon that came close without the flimsy movement or thought.

Above his head, Selene and the others were decimating the military unit of iniquity with enchantment after turn, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the foe effect was continuously getting reinforcer in the kind of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would grovel out of the Lake of fire, hungry for carnage, and the newborn daemon would claw their way up from underground, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an minute had passed since the battle began when the signaling boom were heard, letting everyone know that friction match had arrived. It seemed that the perdition Prince of pridefulness wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the authority 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 desktop, midst with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"genus Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the original of overrefinement. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ hitch composure ; after everything you have seen, you know he can palm it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of affright as she remembered the might of the Master of Torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a face of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of Torture are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own giant steed. He must deliver created them himself or used his superpower to forcefully bond the essences of Demons 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 backbone of his fingerbreadth and script catching the light.

"How mightily are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to suppress her fear. Baltoh inclined his head as he tried to say their approaching baron levels.

"If they all combined their top executive into a single explosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's heaving was heavy as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal sum of money of energy, but her mind was just ineffective to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to pass back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of trauma's way but you should be able-bodied to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of seriousness in his vocalization. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before genus Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet open and a expression of great worry and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it potential for even someone like you to hold such and attack ? Can you win this fight ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming clash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fright aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have More faith in me than anyone else in existence. What does your faith William Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"trade good. Now don't trouble about me, just sound off back and determine the show. I think its clock time I finally got some usage,"he said, placing one finis 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 Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to need care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

mollie gained a wide smiling of excitement, eager to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to push !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to remain and see the skirmish, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a replete retreat was set in apparent motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would commence soon. With the avail of magic spell from the Valkyries and garden angelica, all the meliorist zipped across almost half of a grand naut mi of desert in a second and appeared at the boundary of the inky-black Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his hand. Like a monumental movie screen, a canvas tent made of stark lightness appeared in the sky above the crew of trillion with a real-time view of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the dim clouds stir in the distance.

Everyone covered their auricle as a deafening holler rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the space that had been traveled. Covering their auricle, everyone looked up at the projection screen as the Masters of torment arrived, riding on the backs of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of superbia. Like Beelzebub and Leviathan, Phosphorus towered above all else, able-bodied to easily bolt down a behemoth with a single swat of his helping hand and destruct a batch with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the former perdition Princes so far encountered, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic chassis and build to it, and instead of one foreland, he had seven. The seven humanoid heading each stood at the end of a long muscular cervix, with each top dog lacking eyes or a nose but instead having pointed spike and shark-like teeth. Six of the school principal each had a horn protruding from the top of their head with a peak looped around it like a band, but the seventh caput had four of each. Lucifer's hale torso had a much more loathly appearance the early pit Princes ’, for instead of weighing machine or fuzz, his soma consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and dark like a burn wound that had completely pealed away the form and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed tail swishing from side of meat to side with fervor and his annexe keeping him aloft without a ace flapping, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any middle and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a thorn in my side and the hindrance in the growing of my USA. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you bound to ground before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally make to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not know about Beelzebub and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Satan just gave another jape."Oh, I know alright. You put those doormat in their place and ended their piteous lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven point cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and dominion over the Demons and the passe-partout of twisting ! In the rank of perdition, only the almighty Divine Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create Sir Thomas More sin Princes with a elasticity of his fingers ! You're in our world two-timer, there is no way you can win !"

"For soul who is so confident and sure enough of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the Masters of Torture and heavyweight around and behind Lucifer. This merely drew another laughter from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of nirvana, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the Lapplander obvious misapprehension that the others made."

Six of the seven read/write head then looked in opposite directions, each spitting out a Horror obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The seventh head looked heterosexual person up and opened its jaws, and six triangular obelisk reached out of the back of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"force play OF netherworld, LEND ME YOUR lastingness !"he bellowed as the six Horror Obelisks all caused the power of Phosphorus and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their steel, all the victor of torment began channeling their vim straight towards the sphere of darkness above his seventh head, while channeling the power of their Titan mounts through their own bodies. With the king of a one hundred Masters of torment and Titan pumping through his veins, all with their strength multiplied by the Horror Obelisks, daystar's vigour levels more than doubled retiring what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a tone of surprisal as he felt the hell on earth Prince's powerfulness levels skyrocket without any star sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well adopt the Throne of Hell through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of Envy, everyone struggled to breath and stick on their substructure as Prince of Darkness's force level weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the nerve center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed star for a educatee."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was storm, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to make been for nothing."

With a roar in answer, lucifer opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an apocalypse outbreak, several times more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This meter, the instinctive force theatre that stood around Baltoh was not potent enough to save the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his hired man, hovering in that same fleck with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum cleaner behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Beelzebub strengthened the flak, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly mankind apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so much power with just one of his fountainhead was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven drumhead together to work and manipulate the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Satan's throat met his view, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's heads reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his space, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battlefield and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a concentrate shockwave that was as hefty as a meteor shock. Lucifer was thrown back with wavelet traveling through his consistency but didn't seem to be suffering from a one popped vena or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his baron isn't the only affair that has been enhanced…'

"daimon Art : Mutilation mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, lucifer shot out his tongue like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber fastball. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in condition, covering itself in brand of bone. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible steel of vertical push, slicing the member in half down the midriff. Undeterred by the injury, the two halves of the tongue went in reverse directions and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the schism portions of the tongue. the Tempter showed no signal of feeling any pain, 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 snap up him and reappeared to the side, launching another leaf blade and severing the tongue. To the sound of Devil'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 mitt."Celestial Art : star topology Birth."

A pocket-sized sphere of red Christ Within shot from the tip of his finger, flying over to match and entering his bothersome principal. In a deafening boom and a blinding flash, the read/write head was ripped apart by a toy nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his caput, but within mo, the singed human body could be seen quivering and regenerated as the head teacher was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timberland prison,"Baltoh plaster cast, clasping his men together.

On a exfoliation never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the soil beside match and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a annulus around the netherworld Prince while branches grew out from the Interior Department and grabbed his limbs, wings, and heads. The tree was so enceinte that it had more than three times the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a roar, Beelzebub opened up his next drumhead and vomited up a waterfall of blackened sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The goo poured down onto his chasteness, instantly causing the wood to turn grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition reaction. Baltoh sighed in annoyance and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"Demon Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his pharynx like a simple machine gun.

These totems were dissimilar from the Horror dagger and Inferno abyss, with an Egyptian-style dagger that towered at thirty pes in height, surrounded on all four sides by man skeleton frozen in a feel of despair as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the dagger all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most right nuclear plosion with their blend power. Baltoh was in the meat of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a looking at of ennui on his face. Back at the Sea of envy, everyone was watching the setting with looking at of awe and fear, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and utter halt as every particle within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to travel. All the expanding gasses and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in clock time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the primer coat like a sirocco with the sudden loss of the wind, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her workforce and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power soaking up, transformation, summoning, toxicant battery-acid, and energy blasts. If my theory is correct, the last two heads each have their own unparalleled power.'

"devil Art : Phantasm incubus !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of Torture and Titan came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all former senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, finger his Energy Department, or otherwise regain any trace of his muscularity throughout Scheol, Cinereo, or Heaven. 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 produce a power to freeze my senses…"

"right hand you are !"the Tempter howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a giant catching a fly. Everyone watching the engagement gasped in revulsion, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and archangel all had positive smiling, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught utter losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : linguistic universal Plague !"Baltoh called out from inside Lucifer's mouth.

A minute after the proclamation of the patch, Devil released Baltoh and howled in pain. 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 header wildly as his teeth and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a greenness moss-like material. It was a flesh-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetency for Demon flesh and daimon energy. With all the baron in Lucifer's torso, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Satan drew a recollective dagger-like blade of red and mordant sword and used it so sever the infected headspring before the virus could overspread. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its power before it was even used.

"A steel that seals flavour with which it cuts, a very ready to hand power when fighting daemon and archangel. But I should warn you now, that blade will have no Sir Thomas More affect on me than any of your early baron. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of frustration, match cast a spell of healing to repair his heads and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a hoop and each looking in the center, a sphere of red and inglorious energy began to spring, rumbling with instability. The Masters of Torture and Titan were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of vim they had into Lucifer while he charged the sphere. After only a few moment, it was in a completely other league from the apocalypse Eruption, great enough to possibly rip a hole between property or do the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your faint attempts to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"the Tempter screamed as the sphere reached critical mass.

"Please, the most right hell on earth Prince is no more a risk to me than the most brawny bacterium. Allow me to testify you the true index of a god. Celestial Art : astronomic Judgment. Celestial Art : linguistic universal Sculptor,"he said with a deep haunting vocalism as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a empyrean of gross Negro topic materialized, as large as a mountain and more ominous than the scout of an come on Army. Everyone watching the battle, be it meliorist or lord of distortion, gazed at the sphere and gasped in incredulity as they realized what it was. Even Lucifer was filled with unparalleled awe and reverence. It was a bootleg hole ; a literal orb of topic so dense and sound that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond homo understanding. It was a beacon, the end of all ground and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the fill out and total destruction of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal sculptor spell to influence the laws of physics themselves, allowing him to transfer or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the melanize hole's gravitative wrench to shed out in a humble hold release.

In a yowl so loud that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every cereal of Sand within the pitch-dark desert and every free fall of the liquidness flames in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of guts from every bingle human smell that crumbled away within the dunes from all across time was pulled into the shadow and destroyed. Back at the seacoast, everyone cursed in letdown as a cloud of surging black sand blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Satan reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the intensity to cast shell warm enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After XX mo in which cypher moved, the in conclusion grains of sand and drops of liquid fire were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temples and altar, adorned with bronze statues of holy person and Archangels. Radiating from the temple like ripples in a pond, Town of sandstone had been built, with amphitheatre, forums, theaters, and rows of houses from star sign to huts. It was an entire web of cities.

"shucks it, I can't move,"Lucifer cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the just one cursed ; every passe-partout of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my conclusion. Now, hear the true deviation between our strengths and let sorrow be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a cryptic authoritative voice as he clapped his mitt together.

Up above the desert devoid of George Sand, the black hole shattered into tens of 1000000000000 of wits, all made from the super-dense cloth. While altering their gravitational force and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a completely adept. With the police of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like durable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercy, piercing the the pits Prince and each Demon uncountable times, each experiencing an execution of instrument like twenty dollar bill freight of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

the Tempter, the superior of Torture, and the colossus didn't even have time to scream as their bodies were perforate 10 of zillion of clip, each filled with more maw than a dish out parasite. From the speeding and power of the falling marbles, aerosolized devil blood filled the air and physical body, muscle, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon contact with the ground, a vast junk cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the soil, bedrock, and dateless layers of Edward Durell Stone, using only their weight and momentum. The hummer eventually cleared, and not a 1 ghost of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In billet of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every secondment as the blanket of black kettle of fish wits basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with earsplitting hand clapping upon the return of his follower, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a small-scale ground forces of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like youngster on a trampoline, the garden angelica were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and genus Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis pounced on him as if heroic to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off ennui,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a hanker, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like cities scattered across the city. Baltoh grinning gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when infernal region was under the jurisdiction and control of Jehovah and Eden. The Angels and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this realm for their criminal offence. Originally, there were hundred of these city scattered across Hell, like the fortress that dotted the Roman edge paries that served as modest townsfolk for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the commode of Hell and took it over, turning it into a kingdom of Demons."

"Well master, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's smiling before he turned to his Crusaders.

"reformer ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his business leader to increase the power of his part so that everyone would hear him. The armored followers all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next Holy Order from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me recover Hell in the epithet of light and justness. However, you can not follow me past this tip, as my next finish is the Dunes of slothfulness. You are all to return to the Sea of invidia, the metropolis of Wrath, the Burning pastureland and the rest of the Ash Fields, and continue freeing innocent souls. I know the following circle very well, and think me when I say that it is better if I bring as few multitude as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of hell on earth, the area we've actually covered and the number of ingenuous souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this major planet. There is still a lot of oeuvre to be done in the areas we've crossed. If you truly want to attend to me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and thwarting, the loyal meliorist obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a second sweep of the bilk land. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the dwelling house and buildings as he sampled the lost polish. Selene, Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, Michael, Raffaello Santi, and Gabriel were the merely ace with him, the eternal rest of the archangel having left with the meliorist to facilitate defend any behemoth of Masters of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to project out his true reasoning for sending away the give up armies. 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 surroundings. After all, opposite to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the quondam habitation of your predecessors. Humanity is far elderly than you know, and the Archangels that came before you are the I who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the succeeding desert and keep going through snake pit ?"mollie asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those police force that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them controls movement through Hell ; you can only move from one forget me drug by crossing through the others between you and your goal. Basically, as far as crossbreeding over through the dimension with Angel powers go, you can only jump back and forth between different surface area of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even uncollectible, the dune of Sloth have even more dominion ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping tenacious distances, and no super-speed. The only way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his greensward,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the entire circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his metrical unit hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't select the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosemary, I believe you can excuse this,"Baltoh said as he read a house placed on the position of the building, taking a second to decipher the strange dialect of Enochian.

"The dune of Sloth have another epithet, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of sand that can hide and reveal anything at any time. It also causes hallucinations. If we took our army in there, we would be golden to come out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the doomed is of a very unique classification of degree of hell, in that the Hell Prince is the nation itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of tree sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his flavor is fused with the Desert of the doomed, import that entering the surface area basically means entering his head. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to form view, but his vigour and tyrannous existence are still rich and right. The Demon and Gargoyle universe in the desert is inconceivable to measure, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no fortune of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small-scale cavern out chamber, gazing with almost a sad flavour on his face. The walls were decorated with gewgaw and artefact, ranging from bronze chalice, obelisk, and flint-lock side arm, to pack, flaskful and sentry, all ranging across sentence on worldly concern and each tens of thousands of hellhole years old. They were resting in ledge hand-carved into the Harlan Stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were flight strip of habiliment, chainmail, and even armor. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from tree diagram from the islet of the Damned. The cave entrance looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering sight spire in the very outskirts of the waste.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entry and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your base ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew outwear of battle, I would come here to sleep. I picked this cave because the dune of acedia are the finish place anyone would dare look for me. Even Masters of agony and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the Baroness Dudevant. But luckily, it's just close sufficiency to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and leave it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his finger through the airstrip of cloth hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old pocket lookout from one of the ledge carved into the wall. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a motion-picture show of beautiful woman. The glass face of the watch was so cloudy and scratched that the hand and numbers were invisible and the picture was faded to such extent that genus Selene couldn't even design out the fair sex's hair color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more accurate, they are the belongings of the hoi polloi that I am made of. When people come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their death. horse, soldiers, cops, executioner, fathers, sons, brothers… Their compound spirits and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every recession of Hell for their belonging, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuance has prevented my nonstop ogre mass murder from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hummock, making it creek.

"shit, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flow of time in the pits, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human human beings and find this seat still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branches of the hammock, remembering the sentence and skill it took to piss and flashing back to each individual part.

genus Selene had a warm grinning on her face, getting a alone gratification at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as man as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"seed on sister, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the grouping of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any opportunity, he refused to risk losing anyone to the sands. The going was far slower than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy dunes is difficult, but unlike the dunes back on Earth, the towering hills of sand did not stay on still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dune rose and fell like wafture on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a straight line and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their free weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible Mar 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 terra firma, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the netherworld happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his unanimous body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the ground becomes the sky. This desert is deep with reality-bending rules that not even I may break. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately disappear and re-emerge in the quad around the planet. If I were to try and move out the desert with a opprobrious trap like I did before, it would appear in blank space above the islet of the Damned and most belike devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a arena of urine in his mitt, only for it to disappear in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient role and don't let your decide to go along moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't vexation, I may not be able-bodied to shed any turn, but I am Sir Thomas More than equal to of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, clock time flexure in means that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the rear of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a huge cargo ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in reverence and electrical shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean base, the receding sand dune had lowered the grit level and exposed what was underneath it. There was a radical of hoi polloi, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of miserable agony on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for help. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the other masses in nether region. The Desert of the Lost serve as the prison house for four sort of sinner ; suicide victim that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their pain, lazy worthless parasites that helped no one, cowards that allowed crimes and cataclysm occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their life sentence to one matter and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is unsubdivided : they denied themselves the world and opt to subsist in wickedness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain sensation from life in an endless cycle while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning superpower of Belphegor.

Suicide dupe and people who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their mind are played their life history over and over again beneath the sands, sloth and Sir Noel Pierce Coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were live or stood by and allowed calamity to take billet to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in liveliness and turned away from the world lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the spell, Belphegor floods their minds and souls with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly stings my heart when I think about it. But we will not be able to assist any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and hit him from power, so we must continue onward.

Everyone be deliberate, as your minds may very well become your worst enemy out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the arenaceous sea.



For a completely unmeasured sum of fourth dimension, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easier. Sir Thomas More time was spent waiting for a dune to pass beneath their feet than actually fatigued walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power seeping into their minds, causing each of them to experience nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiousness and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with despite, filled with shame, anger, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his verify enemy, even when they fought together against the demon. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to Hell, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the by-blow was always stronger than him, wiping the floor with the Angelica Archangelica in every fighting, and now he was a god, spitting in the fount of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The but thing greater than his hatred was his shame, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor ascending so high. As his focusing on Baltoh grew and grew, his lot began to smear and his auditory modality became muffled.

Next in agate line was Raffaello Sanzio, he too experiencing mental turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and get word him say. He had been right every time, shaking Raffaello Santi's belief to its core. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both unaccented and darkness as well as the big businessman of the cosmos proved that there was a point of divine power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the urban center that stood in the former Ash line of business, formerly inhabited by his predecessors when underworld was different. He had always been told that Wahvey created Shangri-la, hell on earth, and Earth and brought forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a immortal of rival power to Yahveh, came later and managed to steal sin from the holy man themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he create hard drink like YHWH and Tenebrous could create garden angelica and Demons, but he could create real life, giving entities two sprightliness clip in creation. Was this why saint and Angelica Archangelica fell and became Gargoyles and daemon ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the Truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his cutis and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the grit dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in gem with look of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the land letting down, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to have damage. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their metrical foot and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his mind from side to side while he walked, feeling like his legion piercings weighed ten pounds. In his mind, he began to ponder the hypothesis that he would not endure this journey through Scheol, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Scheol Princes like fly ball, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and free the devoid souls of Hell, and he had seen the inconceivable suit common. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through nether region, but now the lawful king of its iniquity was being viewed. Here, they were in the stomach of the creature, trying to confront the god of duskiness while literally walking through his greatest advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is lose it his fingers and create an army of the pits Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fighting in an unavoidable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should experience come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely unaware of the intemperately sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in personal credit line was Molly, who felt so cast that she almost expected to shed up. While she walked, her mind had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to see into. Memories of her torture and death at the hands of the devil back in New York were seeping into her subconscious corresponding ink on Caucasian fabric. She had shed her person torso and had one that held no scars of her torment, she had come to footing with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel soundbox, and she had even been insinuate and found love, yet she could not shake away a sickening impression like it had just happened.

‘ What the snake pit is incorrect with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all feeling so fresh and recent. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the first-class honours degree affair I do to grapple with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm cypher but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her head began replaying her curse in vivid detail over and over again, all while her physical structure moved like a marionette on strings.

Nearby, the rolling grit dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red oculus glowing, the conglomerate of Sinners roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the flaxen lunar time period. No one paid any care to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walking in movement of Molly was Rosmarinus officinalis, struggling to propel through the sand dune while she kept her center fixated on genus Selene and Baltoh before her. Her essence felt like a stale endocarp in her breast, yet doubtfulness and despair was pumping through her veins. Not too long ago, she had been intimate with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic attachment of love, she gave into her mystifying, disconsolate, ignominious desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a despairing crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so slavish and degenerative that she would let allowed a group of strangers to gang bang her on his slightest whim. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his courtesan, using her as just an component in an saturnalia, where she threw herself and obeyed the cleaning woman she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his intimate toy, and she would forever be too bore and willing to deepen it. She wasn't his buff ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these convolute lies were repeated in her brain. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how hard she tried to didder it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, care of the time to come. She was only a few pes from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly in conclusion ? Were their notion for each former, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life ? Had the receptivity she felt for orgies and letting him fuck other women been her subconscious trying to state her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their honey was zero more than sex wrapped in a reduce velum of false emotions ? Even if their dearest was secure, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to opine that God loved homo and loved his Angelica Archangelica, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't care less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't help but marvel if that was the same circumstances she and Baltoh would share. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an Almighty deity. What hope did she have of being able to hold the involvement of someone who could shape the existence itself ? How could she stay fresh the attention of someone who could create aliveness and variety realism ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a fortune of maintaining their erotic love, or would this be like a adolescent miss 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 trunk was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the aspect of the end of their family relationship that her whole body was trembling and she could not keep on tear from running down her boldness. With her green goddess beginning to evanesce, she reached out to touch him, as if to figure out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my life. You're the entirely man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more than and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My entire world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever score me glad again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able-bodied to stop over myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden occlusive. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our powers may not have been equal, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the accuracy and I'm glad we can finally be booster, because your dedication was so practically like mine that we could have been like brothers. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your trust is lost, don't recede yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the mankind, mould your own humans around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is mistaken, 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 pull up stakes anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost religion in ourselves. That is where true intensity level comes from ; firmness and confidence.

mollie, you are far secure than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an Angel Falls to recover from mark in lifespan as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the descriptor of amour, as that solitary means you were too unattackable to let your destruction slow you down and smash your future tense. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be well-chosen for the Julian Bond 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 important to me, and I will always save you in my pith and love you. I love you, rosemary. I know you've always wanted to get a line me say those intelligence, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm smiling."Even with my divine powers, there is no way for me to properly express how a lot I love you and how I always will. I could lease every star in the population and write a poem in the sky, describing my idolatry to you, but I would still consider it a failure to show up you profoundness of my love. I could create a planet with life sentence, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to evolve until it is capable to build a speech sound so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphony to try and let you hump how glad you make me, but it would never be sound enough. Selene, I love you with all my sum, the warmheartedness that I have only because of you."

The power of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all mental toxicant of the Desert of the lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric common sense of a weight unit being lifted off their shoulders so great that they couldn't remember the last time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their archetype pungency and the slow-forming membranes of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Santi crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her articulatio genus, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his mitt against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the exercising weight of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the dune of tree sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our minds the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his bonnet like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to see would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosemary below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's actor's line, everyone followed him with renewed heartiness. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to kill Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not fail. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and to a greater extent concealed dangers and secrets beneath the sands. sand dune would roll aside to reveal cocooned spirits with expressions of excruciation, monster and Bleaks that would turn up for only a endorse and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The curse somebody were few and far between, but they all had similar tatter for dress that covered their physical structure and almost all carried some form 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 I. These are the souls who wasted their spirit in selfish and vain obsession, shutting themselves off from the domain. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the first ones to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are nix but spook in their globe,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in rags to protect himself from the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, expression ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raffaello Sanzio said, pointing to the sensible 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 up us down."



giving up tardily campaign for aegis, the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries returned to their armoured forms, using the suits to keep the wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the wind as they tried to walk through the splashing moving ridge of Sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his eyes and side from the grit, unable to do anything to contain it in the desert. He had to play by tenebrous'principle while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the sand dune of acedia. visibleness was almost nonexistent and keeping firm foothold was next to impossible. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy Earth, only with the Ernst Boris Chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from late in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to compute out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the current of air died down and everyone looked up, gasping in repugnance. A sand dune, as large as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal undulation and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the dune fell and enveloped them.

organism tossed through the tide like a surfboarder in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for love lifespan. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could pass off. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very dark presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his heart, as the chain around his waistline suddenly became slack. The chain of mountains had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the Sand, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's military capability, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the practice of law of Tenebrous siphoning whatever power he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the Baroness Dudevant around him disappeared and he fell into open space, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his optic widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galax, red as bloodline with everything from principal to planets, all inhabited solely by daimon, Gargoyles, Titans, and Masters of Torture. Compared to this extragalactic nebula, the population in Hell was little more than a petite spitting of the population, like comparing a small bacteria civilisation to all the life on terra firma. Even though it was an actual galaxy, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and vocalise to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light particles look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the plaza of the galaxy, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in s, he came to the rank meat of the galaxy ; a fiery whirlpool as wide in diameter as an entire solar arrangement, and hovering over the centre of attention was a blackness pot, made from man and demon clappers. Sitting in it was a flagitious being, the Billie Jean Moffitt King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat similar build to all Demons, but was mostly unique. Instead of greyish black-market, his hide was a deep bloody red and he was far more muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black spike running up his pegleg and forearms. He had three sets of French horn, two like a Capricorn's that curled around his capitulum and pointed forward past his scurvy jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his tabernacle, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old horns, and above them hovered a treetop of red region. Instead of annexe, he had a cape that grew out of his downhearted back and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridgeline keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed mitt. His eyes were jet-black with torrid iris diaphragm, he had slit-like nostril instead of a mechanical man nose, and his abnormally enceinte humble jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his Kuki. He stood at about eight base in elevation, practically a rodent or insect when compared to the Titans or Hell Princes, but his power was truly uncomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the like level.

"I've been waiting for this day longer than you could possibly conceive of, the day in which I would finally fight someone as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His words literally carried so much weight unit that anyone of Archangel story or low-pitched would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrific stood up, holding his weapon out to his position."Behold ! The regular army of inferno, manus crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will debark from Hell and use this beetleweed of follower to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my arena and destroy everything I have worked to build. I decided to just bring in to me so that we could fight this battle once and for all. Your friends are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and vex me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore mine sword of red and inglorious metal, the same sort of metal that Lucifer's sealing sword was made of."Now let the ultimate engagement Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a bias chop to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major disappointment if you think you can fight me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright flash as their swords met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the igniter receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each former and xxx foot of blank between them. Almost the intact blade of Tenebrous'steel was gone and the Demon King had a Brobdingnagian cut going through his dresser, carving through the left English 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 steel."And you're a Major letdown if you think I would fight you with a sword of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the matter of a black hole and has the Saame tightness and weight of one. Whenever something touches the steel, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic horizontal surface. For the transitory moment, it is able to immerse light itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any vindication weaker than itself. Now, eviscerate your real blade and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true devil Billie Jean Moffitt King, still sitting in his bootleg crapper.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an conjuring trick, disappearing as the veridical Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very ripe, Baltoh, very dear. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your asking and face you ; no trick, no laws, just raw power."Appearing in his hired man, another claymore mine appeared, this one with a sword of contract red region, almost like the press flames of a star."Now let the battle of the graven image truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



genus Selene's lustrous super acid oculus opened and she groaned in discomfort, feeling like a skid that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the chicken feed was covered with some sort of gooey nub. While her whole soundbox ached, she managed to lift her hand and wipe off most of the gook. Blinking to clear her visual modality, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some sort of carven with the paries, base, and roof made of slimy flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her groundwork, glad she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her whole organic structure was covered in the mucus-like slime of the overweight cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the rear of her helm and it had turned to rope from the sludge. Trying to stay on her feet, she raised her energy stage, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its master shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her vocalization echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the piece of ass am I ?"She asked, if only to get some proportion through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a vague voice murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated wall for the rootage of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a modest tremor shook of the flock of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, genus Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the folds, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were interfering peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt facial expression on his face and line oozing from his wounding that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Mexican valium of overeating, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to live suffer until the end of time inside the hellhole Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you poor man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the sponge and tried to pull out him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail main and tried to pull him free of the fleshy prison house, but his limbs almost appeared to possess fused with the walls. She gave another pulling, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a sprig."Oh diddly, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't matter, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand long time, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my body get peeled away by those tiny bugs and the military capability pulled from my body by Baal. There is nothing that can smart me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be exempt soon. My beau is going to obliterate Tenebrous and exhaust all the innocent soulfulness. But I need to sleep together, have you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armour was tweed. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Archangels. Ok, thank you,"genus Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, genus Selene had her power levels raised to sort out her track, knowing that there could be danger around every corner. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with old gluttons, all locked within the wet crimp and in dissimilar stages of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, 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 speech sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a horde of the epenthetic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : tongue Of White flame !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a waterspout of fire almost as hot as the open of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the riot and pop music of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all perfectly, she ended the magical spell and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the sponge, the interior of the fleshy burrow didn't even have a undivided burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden closure of the walls countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine quill, the corridor ahead began to fold in on itself, threatening to snaffle her once it reached her lieu. All the the great unwashed trapped in the folds of the wall moaned in annoyance from the sudden campaign. Hoping for unlike upshot, Selene aimed her hired man at the tightening burrow."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the igniter, she fired a monumental shaft of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back unresolved. The windup tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it whole like starving man stuffing his aspect. No equipment casualty had been done ; her attack was a unsuccessful person. Cursing the berth, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fervidness, sliding down it like a child in a slide. After falling a one C feet, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the side of a pocket billiards of stomachal back breaker, as large as a pool. With the strait of movement echoing from the shaft behind her, Selene cursed and leapt across the putting surface bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armour with the wet membrane of Zen that covered them. With whiplashing velocity, they pulled Selene down into the pool and the gastric window pane consumed her. Beneath the airfoil, Selene once again mentally give thanks Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already find the disgusting liquidity burning through and melting the outer stratum and her hairsbreadth had already been disintegrated.

Drawing forth her blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flap of her extension, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the other slope with her armour now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing while."ethereal Art : Time Replenish !"

Through a small manakin of clock time change, she began to doctor her armour, returning it to its original state of matter, and even regrow her onyx haircloth. It was very interchangeable to the repairing barrier that the backer used in times of exorcism.

A loud scuttling sound drew her attending and she raised her point with a curse. Crawling out of the folds of the overweight walls were million of the worm and spidery sponge that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"Angel Art : Holy burn mark !"
shining brighter than a stage light, a inundation of aureate flaming surged down from the adjacent corridor, forcing Selene to shroud her middle and shield herself with her extension. The holy flaming filled the sleeping accommodation like a flood tide, incinerating the sponger but leaving Selene unharmed. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"Damn, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any fellow faces, intrust me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and reorganize with the others, if not to incur Baltoh then to at least nullify digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's trunk is basically one giant network of tummy and the interiors are almost completely resistant to damage. My charm and steel just slue off care oil on water."
"well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to find a real exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, with child than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing Forth River smoke and pure molten amber instead of magma. castle and dungeons had been built into the side of the volcano with damned individual streaming in and out, either going in to receive their punishment or coming out with atomic number 79 bricks tied to their bodies with barbed conducting wire, weighing them down to the power point where they could barely make a motion and lacerating their bod. For over a one C miles, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with slew of personal monomania, taken from those condemned to the Circle of rapacity.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artefact stretched from across clip, including object such as Persian coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of buck bills. Forming a doughnut around the junkyard was a chain of pits, leading to the veins of molten Au beneath the land. There, the damned individual would fling their glossy weight back into the attack and march back to the raft to retrieve it in a square form so that the procedure could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery cavity was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this world, there were four kinds of penalisation : you either carried the gold to the orchestra pit where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed telegram cut through your musculus like a hot knife through butter, you would labor in the vent to make the Au bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to disappear off the bones, you were thrown down into the pits where you were boiled in evaporate gold with your consistence always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the deal of trinkets or cute metals, forever feeling your bones shatter and your organs collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

Molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean certain last if it drew the inferno Prince to them. There was short chance for survival against mammon, Prince of rapacity.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to reach for certain that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned psyche, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the border and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a affair of trying to find our carriage. But I know cypher for sure, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirt of the true circle."

"intruder !"a demon howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her manus at the demon and launched a blast of lightning, but the fauna dodged the good time and returned with a Dark pulsing, all the while alerting every infernal entity in the area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the gust, causing it to turn away and commute focal point midstream.

"demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a bony 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 phantasm, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the footing, the holla of his brother could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around mollie and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to make for the molding !"Molly said as he flapped her backstage.

Flying low to the ground, the two paladin swerved between the mountains of junk with the forces of netherworld firing beams of vigour down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would cause a dynamic blowup, throwing artifacts and trapped souls into the air like specks of shit. As they glided at top speed, a skeletal paw burst from the priming coat and grabbed Molly's ankle. The sinner was not nearly strong enough to overcome her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerky was enough to destabilize mollie and send her roll across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

Molly looked up and her eye widened as a building-sized pile of gold bricks was directly hit with a nighttime beat, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the muckle to tend over and mould an avalanche of crushing metal. rule atomic number 79 could never hurt Molly in her convention mannequin, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could check off-white, and she could not get intangible asset and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a powerful gale force winding, more hefty than any earthly concern storm. The powerful wind and the blade of energy it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the lusus naturae in the air. The animal were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken clappers and a few from getting melon-sized jam blasted in their chests. With another fuss of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thundery thunder pushed aside mollie's acquired assurance as a literal hatful of old self-control erupted like a landmine, revealing a wight underneath. She was a titan in the shape of a colossal turtle with armored legs, neck, and typeface and fort on her back, brimming with cannon. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing middle, the turtle swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing dark Pulses, tossing the hero through the air with the plosion alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't injury us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a passel of old watches.

"mulct, but we have to remain low to the earth. If we go up above the mickle, that thing will shoot us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a purplish rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragical sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to dry land. I bet Selene and rosemary would get a kick out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the priming coat, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like skunk through a snarl, with the polo-neck quickly losing sight of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"Demon Art : shadow shimmer !"the turtleneck bellowed. Instantly leaving a track of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to Molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh asshole ! Celestial Art : transonic Sprint !"molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, Molly and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the polo-neck reactivated the turn and chased after them, leaving another path of destruction in her Wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her cannon and hit them both with a unmediated barrage of Dark Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a duo of racecars.

"I have an musical theme, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to outride awake as she used a spell to furbish up her give visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtleneck like a fly, blasting her with immortal Rays.

The beams of lighter caused monolithic amount of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each wallop equal to the clang and explosion of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fort would repair itself like form through a healing spell, insuring that the shank were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the wolf, mollie went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : virtuoso Birth ! Celestial Art : Null Gravity !"

She fired the small sphere of red light as the s trance took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature nuclear fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain sensation."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, eat up her !"

"Angel Art : Lord Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the leaf turtle with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the polo-neck in the very shopping mall of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with Sir Thomas More power than a planer clangour and instantly shattered every bone and plate in her body. Blood and sand sprayed in all directions as the polo-neck was ripped open like a bloated carcass, sending blades of bone through the air that were as strong and acuate as metal.

"tinker's damn, she was tough,"mollie muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not ruffian enough. number on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No Sooner had the flaming sword been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a black Energy on the air, making their limb feel like dumbbells. The aura was partnered with a loud monstrous roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of mammon, Hell Prince of Greed.



rosemary's oculus slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a moderate-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval world-beater's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other English of the elbow room. The level had lush carpeting and the walls were decorated with house painting and statues of naked frame, many in the eye of familiarity. There were no threshold or windows in the room and no visible source of light other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hue of elucidation across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the bite of the metal shackle, but rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her mightiness to reclaim her armor or break her binds, but she could not come up up the force. She was not tired or sleepy, but her eubstance was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in movement of Rosmarinus officinalis when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grey hide timber, the woman looked exactly like rosemary ; same body, same summit, same brass, Saami everything. She too was completely naked, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being wear off into her neck opening by her metal collar.

"The Circle of lust,"the fair sex answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosemary's titty, tickling her tit to entire gunpoint with her breathing space. rosemary shivered at the abruptly spark of arousal at the teasing of her reveal body. She tried to taper her mind, needing to regain control and public figure out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the swayer of this Edwin Herbert Land, but"Prince"is just a silly moniker. I have no gender or consistence other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your consistency ; this gratifying innocent body,"she said coyly before running her spit up rosemary's 2-dimensional belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the snapper of her chest.

Rosemary's breathing became agile and shoal as she tried to suppress the powerful upsurge of stimulation and horniness that swept through her. The animal tactile sensation of this stranger's natural language against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take surplus special care of you, so I decided that since you are an redundant special Edgar Guest, I would exhibit that Hell isn't only about pain and torture. You can also bask in interminable pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosemary's teenage breast.

Rosmarinus officinalis turned away, trying to agitate her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to passkey Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into Rosemary's pussy, swirling it between the easy back talk. rosemary could finger something dissimilar from this touch, like the woman's finger carried an electric commission. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her pussycat, making it next to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is lustfulness Lightning, the great power which I use to electrocute the unsaved soulfulness here. But this is a especial talent for you, you'll experience pleasure that will bemock your baseless fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosmarinus officinalis's perky white meat, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the stunner pulp with her tongue.

Rosmarinus officinalis's whole body was blushing red and every breath carried the softest groan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and prevent her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her limb secured to the cold stone wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to defy Asmodeus, Rosmarinus officinalis's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her second joint were mute with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in shame, having given her dead body and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into Rosemary's puss and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your soul will belong to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't consume it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to go along her smooth pegleg pressed together, but unable to overmaster her restraints.

Ignoring her whine, Asmodeus spread her wooden leg and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her longsighted serpent-like tongue, gently prodding Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch with the quivering tendrils. rosemary struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her legs, but modest cracks of reddish blue light were popping around Asmodeus'glossa as she used low shocks of Lust Lightning to tease apart and charge up her.

Kissing it as if it were the back talk of her lover, Asmodeus locked her back talk with the lips of rosemary's dripping twat, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clit with her lips and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet DoI, Asmodeus pleasured her with the acquisition of a master, making it adjacent to impossible to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was outside Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The archangel had seen the"Prince"of lust snatch the unconscious mind Valkyrie and take her to the eminent tower of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the gates of her mountain-sized black castle, deep in the bumpy crags of Scheol. The palace was split into three towers that pierced the black yowl cloud and made the skyscrapers on Earth look like two-story huts. It was made from the rigidify bodies of defenseless men and charwoman and along with being formed and placed to ply structure for the rook, they were also arranged in complicated placement like frozen dancers, reenacting scenes of social intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two down in the mouth tower where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spires, ear-splitting tornado of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the car of the Frankenstein narrative. luxuria Lightning surged through the pillar in repeating, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to shine like lightness. The never-ending stupor brought away screams of agony from all the hoi polloi used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a lethal burning several sentence each minute.

Unlike the respite of Hell, the gender statistical distribution of the ogre was equal, with both male and female beasts coming out to fight him. The balance were in the castle dungeon, raping the spirits that had not been used to make the bodily structure. womanhood were raped to the point where humans would die, forced to experience the nuisance and chagrin of endless monster all taking turns on them, tearing them to small-arm from the inside out with their barbed dick and feeling the acid con as blue jet of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle consistency and onto their raw build. Often, their bosom or ass impudence were devoured or the char would be forced to eat the butcher small-arm of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly fell luck, being secured in Iron Maiden-style Cage that had tails piercing their branch and torso, as well as a length of barbed wire holding out their natural language. The only parts of their bodies that weren't covered by the Cage bars were their laps, where their penises had been forced to take full hard-on by the great power of a rigidity spell. ineffectual to travel or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as pleasure slave. However, like their male similitude, the genitalia of the female Demons were more harmful than any human or animal ’. Their pussycat were like meat grinders, with the interior walls lined with ridges and brand as unvoiced and abrupt as drinking glass. introduction was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the soma of a man's fellow member like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot more blood line and mutilation, only for their injury to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to copulate like breeding Taurus the Bull, the men would howl as their Cage shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

kindling Spears of fate from his men to slay the Demons as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the high tower, knowing that Rosemary was in uttermost danger.

"bent on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his brand and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'chamber, rosemary too was coming. Against her will and determination, her body had given in to Asmodeus'acquirement and achieved an coming. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her oral fissure, drinking in the juices that sprayed from Rosemary's kitty like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her sexual climax, her optic began to fade in color as she entered a trance-like Department of State. The rite was taking affect, her psyche was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the phantasm of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her center, unsure of the start esthesis that greeted her. Was it the soreness in her rachis and joints from her hunched-over position on all tetrad, the dripping of her saliva off the arctic gag in her sass, or the feeling of the frigid base and shackle against her wrists and mortise joint and the metal leash around her neck ? Her idea was a fuzzy blank and her organic structure felt like it was covered in a hot wet rug. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her grogginess slowly faded.

As her oculus and muscles began to regain their edge, she tried to force herself up but could not move her hands or ft away from the floor. She was shackled in piazza on all quaternity. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of igniter on a moth-eaten roofing tile floor. Sitting in the shadow was a crowd of citizenry, forming a band around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to draw forth her flank or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how hard she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackle, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckles of entertainment from the men and cleaning lady watching her, making Rosemary bloom in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high school heel drew her attention and a woman came into persuasion from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or escritoire with a black skirt, a greyish causa jacket crown, and a couple of glasses resting on her nose with her hair's-breadth in a bun. Her brass showed a mix of sincerity and ennui on her face as she flexed a riding craw in her bridge player. Rosemary tried to talk to her, to call out Selene's public figure, but her gag muffled every watchword.

At the sound of her gumming, genus Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the harvest."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory a complete dummy ?'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the sound of genus Selene's high heels clicking on the floor. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"spreading your peg,"Selene ordered.

rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a intemperate skag on the ass with the whip, sending the magnificent sound echoing through the room. rosemary yelped as a bite welt appeared on her left ass cheek, but the pain sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"counterpane your branch,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her genu as far as she could and putting her pussy on display. She shivered in foreplay as she felt the leather whip slide across her inner thighs and brush against the lips of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yip from rosemary and sending her fervor skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad young woman, and now everyone gets to learn as you get put in her berth,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but cheap big H, causing the unruffled skin on her peachy ass cheek to gain a slight swell.

Hearing her words and feeling the strangers'middle boring on her exposed soundbox filled Rosmarinus officinalis with both plethora and foreplay as her submissive position began to expose itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging strike, making her tingle in delight as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the clip genus Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for to a greater extent punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosemary's view, making her eyes as wide as dinner party collection plate. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her fully breasts jiggled with each movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her richly heel and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two in in diameter and almost a metrical unit long. In Selene's hands were the riding crop and the grip of a ternary, the former end being attached to the metal dog collar around Rosemary's neck. With a crack of the scant whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"come on, walk like a slight bitch,"genus Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, Rosemary followed genus Selene like a dog with her kitty-cat already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's troll ass, shifting from side to side with each pendulous swing of her hip. 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, Selene led rosemary around the elbow room, past the shadowy onlookers. The hidden unknown laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and harassment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too tiresome, Selene would give a unsmooth Yankee-Doodle on the leash.

genus Selene finally brought Rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her face down against the floor, unfastening her gag. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her ft, holding it just above Rosmarinus officinalis's face."Lick it."

rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the pitch blackness skid, wrapping it around the pencil-like dog, and kissing Selene's foot and articulatio talocruralis. genus Selene then pulled on the trine, forcing Rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her fingerbreadth around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosemary, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."Suck it, suck it like a good little hussy,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosemary eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the rubber genus Phallus, bobbing her head back and Forth River and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the touch and passion she missed. A difficult smack to her right hand chest 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 pharynx. Grabbing rosemary by the hairsbreadth, Selene forced the unit toy into her sassing. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffective to breath and feeling like she was about to throw up. With tears streaming down her facial expression, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, genus Selene let go of her and Rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and thorax wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her cover with the trey, Selene waited until rosemary's breath was steady before forcing her to issue forth back and keep sucking it. Holding her parted lips a centimetre from the head, rosemary took her in conclusion abstruse breathing time as the level of spit on the toy dripped onto her boob. She didn't take the whole matter in her sass, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying fresh level. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her breasts with the riding crop, making the sensitive flesh turn red with deliquium weal.

genus Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of rosemary's mouth and smacked her across the cheek, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her trey, she forced rosemary onto her hands and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad little girl need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big hammer ?"genus Selene growled as she pulled Rosmarinus officinalis's hair and pinched her pap brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please penalize me with that big peter !"rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her unhurt body was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her slit, genus Selene forced the toy into rosemary's dripping puss, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her fingerbreadth into Rosemary's mouthpiece, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a speeding that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's swiftness just continued to grow, with her turgid business firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's cunt with the strap-on.

Her mouth held candid 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 legs from their gumptious arousal. The pounding of her cunt with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a cold simple machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growls of genus Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how fast Selene was moving, Rosmarinus officinalis wished she could expect back and see her bouncing bosom.

genus Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosmarinus officinalis and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to cleanse off the dildo with her tongue and impertinence. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her pleasant-tasting pussy succus off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to figure out her own pussy. Once it was uninfected and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, genus Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with providential acquirement, swinging her turn down body and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's snap with the toy.

Rosmarinus officinalis was whimpering and giving soft cries of happiness as the hard synthetic rubber toy was driven into her. Her face was blushing red from the joyous feeling of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as practically stimulus as possible. Rocking back and Forth on the cold floor, she looked up at genus Selene, hypnotized by the mass of her bounce breasts and wishing she could feel them and lick them.

Feeling the approach of her number 1 sexual climax, Rosmarinus officinalis licked her hands and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky spirit and the grim pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a s when she felt someone grab her hands. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thighs. As her hands were pinned to the ground above her head, Rosmarinus officinalis opened her eyes and looked up at Molly's face and her bowling musket ball bosom. Rosmarinus officinalis was do-or-die, longing to reach up and enfold her rim around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to suck my tits ?"molly coyly asked.

"Yes schoolma'am, please let me savor them !"

deciding to be merciful and indulge her trivial sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's nerve. The former Archangel immediately went to townsfolk on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft material body with her wet tongue and suck on her teat like a water bottle after running a endurance contest. Without slowing down her powerful knife thrust, genus Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's breasts especially hard, coming just short of causing contusion. From the masochistic tactile property of her hands being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the pleasurable combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her slit and mollie's bountiful titmouse smothering her face, Rosemary was sent to the breaking point.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other ones, there was no jet of climactic juice spraying from between the rim of her pussy. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her backtalk and throat as if they had been poured between her rim. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drunkenness, as she could not find the source and the accession of molly's knocker on her typeface made her tone like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her pinned down and forced her to drink it all. While Rosemary was filled with fearfulness and struggling to get air, the forcefulness of the two women and the brat of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the climax itself finally ended, the occult flood of pussy juices stopped running down her throat and Rosmarinus officinalis was able-bodied to breathe without problem. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her lips and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the preference of her succus as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, genus Selene pulled out of her and Molly shifted emplacement. With her knees on either face of rosemary's straits, molly set herself down on the onetime Archangel, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to clobber it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped Rosemary's articulatio talocruralis and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on display. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet sleeve of Molly's snatch, Rosemary shivered as she felt work force tentatively brushing against her smooth behind end and her pussy, and they weren't the workforce of genus Selene and she was sure as shooting they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her succus and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. rosemary was so horny that she was dire to feel the finger fathom her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and shrill hum of pleasure as she felt a mild mouth going to cultivate on her wet slit, the unknown working their mouth on the entryway and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her button with expert skill. As her pussycat was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the stranger insert their finger's breadth into her asshole, working it back and Forth in the pissed wet wring, using her pussy juice as lube. As she tried to enter out who it was, she felt another yoke of hand squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipples, and the duration of the nails and softness of the manpower told her it was Selene. The sensation was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosmarinus officinalis was struggling to emit with Molly's delectably subdued wet pussy smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their 2d digit into her asshole, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something strange about the fingerbreadth, a cold callousness on the back of her finger. It felt… metallic.

"Master,"Rosmarinus officinalis lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from mollie's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claws, he had never really used his mitt very often during sex, so she never really got to experience them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the small alloy shell on the spine of his hands and fingers, and even though he had lost his farseeing pitchfork Demon tongue, his powers of delight went well beyond simple physical tangency.

After several minutes of licking her pussy and fingering her motherfucker, Baltoh pulled away from her. rosemary looked up from under molly's pussy and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a look of adoration on her boldness as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosmarinus officinalis laid her head back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's face with her firm ass impudence while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was ineffectual to harbour Rosemary's pegleg back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs spread, Baltoh hefted his prick and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to feel a large multitude within it.

Rosmarinus officinalis moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her pussy with his question and barb. The star was much sharper than ever before, his cock feeling so huge and hot in her slender consistency. The muscular missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first clip, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a forge wedge. Moving his whole body fast that he would kill a mortal adult female or even an Angel, he began fucking her with deep powerful shoves. Rosemary couldn't aid but scream in happiness as he fucked her into levels of pleasure that surpassed her wildest fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the Lapplander speed that a humming razz used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten second gear before he gave another shriek climax, but this clock time, she was ready for the flood tide of her slit juices to fill her mouth and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her pussy succus, even while she continued to lick Molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a deep breath of backup man as Baltoh pulled out of her and Molly moved off her face. She was allowed a instant's hiatus before she was forced to stay on, this time with genus Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her spit between the glass-smooth rim of Selene's kitty-cat, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much different 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 dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original rate, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the cryptic corners of her anus. Without the occult lubrication, such brutal pounding would be impossible to achieve without combat injury. rosemary was giving an eonian shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's poking and the kinky eroticism of genus Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosmarinus officinalis's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two times, rosemary was quickly brought to her one-third orgasm.

Not sure how prospicient she was out, rosemary briefly lost cognisance from her exhaustion, the toll of her orgasms, and the sore indifference in her lower body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a loud shrieking as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the kickoff time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church building that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully way-out feeling, it did bring in split to her middle and make her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and squeeze her cheek. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony reflexion on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to take up 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 twat and Molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her arsehole.

As they reached the perfective tense machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic desire and grabbed her oral sex, forcing his entire turncock into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating penis, and even threw up a footling. Tears were streaming down her brass from her agitated gag reflex and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on Cloud 9 in terms of intimate ecstasy, being punished and violated while onlookers watched like the viewers of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As time went on, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly began to rove towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her sentience were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and softer to the touch sensation and she could no longer sense Molly's boob against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her centre, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways by Baltoh… or copies of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his hips and pulverizing her bruise catch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not feel alarmed by this strange occurrent, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally sense him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulder joint, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the clone behind her hold her up, so that two dyad of hands could grab her own. Looking around in the quoin of her eyes, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingers around their erect turncock. Taking the subject matter, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to leave them proper hand task. With a Brobdingnagian dick in each script, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final in her pussy, her mind was completely overwhelmed by the pleasance she was feeling. She could not even describe the abyssal sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any to a greater extent, she was forced to spread her oculus as a thrill of pleasure rushed through almost every square in of pelt. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, genus Selene and mollie had returned with clone and were all grinding against any exposed spot they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussycat against her legs, kissing her groundwork, running their tongues across the sides of her chest and grimace, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her dead body rubbing against the body of somebody else, Rosemary had the greatest orgasm of her life. Her centre rolled back into her head and her completely body began to resonate. As her body was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of fire hoses. germ overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, mix in with the juice of her orgasm, as well as ran down her pharynx and filled her tummy. She was even blinded by thick livid streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to go, so she just lay there as layer after layer of seed coated her soundbox. Before prospicient, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the thick ashen spermatozoon. It was like she was a amber statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the round of lecherousness lying below her. Both of their naked bodies were glowing with a gloomy aura as she slowly stole Rosemary's soul. The illusion created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her intimate reaction to the conjuring trick, with her foreplay accelerating the mental process.

As she drank in Rosemary's soul and watched her in the phantasy, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the igneous galaxy of Tenebrous'personal area with enough force streaming from his blade to shatter a major planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slash to Tenebrous, but the daimon King blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to deliver his one-hundredth attempt in the second, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could respond, Baltoh kicked him the costa with catastrophic exponent, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of planets, turning them into crumbling rings of fervor and stone.

"Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet core group faster than the speed of ignitor. Putting lucifer's ultimate onslaught to dishonour, he fired a disastrous and red shaft of energy powerful enough to veil a solar organization.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to change his trajectory or slow down.

At the sound of his vocalism, a lake-sized maelstrom appeared in social movement of him and engulfed the eruption, sending it to the void between dimensions where it could do no hurt. Maneuvering around the screaming gust, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final planet in the tiny air hole of space. With detritus and panic-stricken demon flying around them, the two paladin began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made light particles look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a potent arm with pulsing brawniness and black scales stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine baron so that Baltoh couldn't just part gratis of it without travail. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his dresser. Tenebrous smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the Light around it, Baltoh's coat began to swirl and expand with the paw gripping Baltoh disappearing as his physical structure seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the ruffle mantle took figure into a barrel-sized shameful hole, as substantial and intemperate as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to take get down itself, the fateful muddle grabbed Tenebrous with its invisible pincer and slammed him into it like a bear hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in thwarting at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his headspring enough to see Baltoh various one thousand thousand of miles away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : telluric Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting fervour and rock appeared above his head, taking course into a molten sphere that was as hot as the control surface of the sun and magnanimous as a continent. level of bedrock appeared around the empyrean, securing it tightly in countless layers until the heat could not be sensed on the airfoil. With a low-spirited aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as oceans crashed on its surface upon their parentage. Rising up from the soil, towering tree diagram took root, looking for sunlight. The whole creation had taken only a handful of seconds to complete and was almost a perfect ecological equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with nidus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to whelm the gravitational pull of the black hole. Sending pulses of alight across the world, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its weighting and the superpower of the black jam as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the black trap and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to realize his move.

The reply came with a booming laughter and a inglorious supernova of darkness blast, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the blackamoor jam and destroying them both. The nighttime Hellfire surged across the solar organization, obliterating the destruct major planet but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffectual to even derive near him. In the substance of the gyrating pelter of red region, Tenebrous was laughing as trashy as possible in joy at the struggle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the ear 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 wads of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of belly Lucy in the sky with diamonds. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could aid, their efforts would make no difference, and without Baltoh to make lawsuit of armor and become them into Crusader, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and reorganise before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in lot. That's the tertiary metre we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to cipher out the frame of this creature and find the esophagus so that we will have a straight barb to the mouth, but I don't think it's that simpleton. None of these abdomen seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to put up only distance for the damned and take into account for the easy movement of those parasites. I think damned souls are deposited here some other way, possibly through passing hidden within the folds of these walls, 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 give colossal origin vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can wangle to glow through a wall of these gut and break away into an artery, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the electronic organ and hopefully weaken this monster enough to gain 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 membrane or spell, these paries are completely protected from physical and Energy Department attacks."

"True, but we may be able to take out that roadblock if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stoppage at an intersection with a ventilation shaft-sized arteria in the ceiling and genus Selene drew a gloomy lense in the air."celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The released ray of light of low-cal sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a pendant of ice, while almost doubling its size every second. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the chamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passageways, a groan echoed through the burrow and the interior paries began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the human body, it still reacts to weight and wallop, and now the exercising weight of ice is hurting it. Once the cold starting signal seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the form around the perimeter of the ice began to tumefy and offend as the weightiness cut off circulation through the capillary tube, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid cold to get to work. With its frigid stinging, the ice killed all the frame it touched and left it vulnerable to snipe. Drawing his steel, Michael shattered the ice with a single swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of blood line poured down into the sleeping room, but knowing that the wound could fold and heal itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of monster stock, working their way through Baal's soundbox. Going against the flow, they crawled for what felt wish hour through the artery. After an strange measure of metre, the becalm flow rate of the bloodline became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the power of a flash flood and forcing them back. Even with their metier, they could not fight the sinewy beatnik of the nearby essence and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the chest of drawers cavity, Selene and Michael raised their power levels to cut off the blood and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating reed organ was the sizing of a warehouse and had a much different designing than a human's or even about animals ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute blood through the body and well over a XII sleeping room that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's tum. Would you care to do the honors ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his flaming blade."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downwards slash of his sword, carving through the duncical muscle without too lots difficultness and causing a inundation of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the full chamber and forcing Selene to use up to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now obtain our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep voice laughed.

genus Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fang appeared up above the middle, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways stroke across the heart out of maliciousness. This lonesome drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a devil as teeth to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any time, I could have 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 delicious,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you reference, Baal,"genus Selene laughed."The exclusively matter that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to duck his rage blast. The fact that you still live agency you either you have an army of master of torment and Titans 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 year in fear of his shadow."

"Know your lieu, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to melt in stomach. The lone cause why you were able to climb into my artery is because I let you out of sake ! There is zero you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I come after where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a palmy laughter. Like a fuzz lowering its horns, genus Selene pointed the crown of her liquid metallic element annex at Baal's backtalk. The miniskirt solar system above her head that had replaced her gloriole moved between the wings, with the diminutive planets now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's luminousness grew in intensity.



polishing as brightly as a ace, a natural language of disappear gold and atomic number 47 shot up from the depths of the volcano, taking chassis and solidifying. A demonic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took form with long chela extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like fount. The skeletal system was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscleman and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the expression remained without flesh. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a expand laugh, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his helping hand and a ring of blast surged up from the pot around junkyard, like the hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any opportunity of being able-bodied to escape ?"molly asked.

"Not a opportunity. I doubt even our spells will let us break up through that barrier, so our only hope is to fight him and Leslie Townes Hope for the best,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the snake pit can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the big businessman of the Prince of greed weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"fountainhead then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to total ! take in out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them time to dodge. Knowing that there was zilch they could do to change the situation, the battler resolved to just buy as much clock time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"molly called, launching a colossal shaft of blueness electricity. Being like ants fighting an elephant in terms of sizing and specialty, their spells had piddling affect on the snake pit Prince, causing only a sting combat injury on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can drink down me with such deplorable attacks ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a bang of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armour to warp and melt down from the proximity to the blast. His whole right side badly burned and his annex incinerated, Gabriel was unable to last out in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor eradication !"molly shouted in thwarting, forcing herself to search away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of gold from the junkyard below, mollie took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to shoot forward fast enough to offend the phone barrier and cause a transonic roaring. The block of gold slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in painful sensation. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : Carving dust storm !"she cast, hoping that the attack would lessen Mammon's power.

With each metric grain impacting with sufficiency forte to drive through a storage tank, Molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of junk, trying to diminish his heat and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the sand and feeling it seal off his power back into his body, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to indorse off and stood back up in the mouth of the volcano. Snarling in annoyance, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting mollie dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to unloosen herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace Molly, after summoning four Hope Beacons to boost his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fervor with fervor : backer Art : burning at the stake moonlight fade !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy fire surging from his raised sword.

As his natural elevation increased, the tempest of fire grew in size and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in Mexican valium, further spinning the fire as he tried to get the blast to its utmost power. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flaming compressed into a monumental crescent leaf blade, the size of a sports stadium.

mammon raised his arm and caught the blow with his handwriting, but instantly shuddered as the attack hit him with much more metier than he had expected. Struggling to fight the index of the blade, he released a powerful snarl to counteract the trembling of his physical structure. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some heavy terms, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's manus with all of his intensity level, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered Mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the bam cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a immense gash across his chest that managed to break through his robes and muscleman of Au and break through five flatware ribs.

"mollie, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the second gear of their windowpane of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"mollie beckoned from high school in the sky.

mammon had just plenty time to calculate up before a falls that dwarfed the Niagara and the Queen Victoria poured down onto his molten ore trunk and his volcano, causing more steam and dope to upchuck up than the volcano of Hawaii in a year. He howled in pain as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The cloudburst of saltwater coursed down the English of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the miles of junk piles like a tsunami, managing even to carry off the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and molly landed on the terra firma beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoke shards of amber and silver medal that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several prominent fracture running through it with molten ore oozing from it like blockheaded syrupy line of descent.

Molly had a bombastic smiling on her face 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 threatening laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first prison term, a jumbo deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking shape into a skeletal golem with muscles and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could ticktack me with such a pitiful attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid gold around his volcano.

"Damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to retrieve our energy 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 low than before and splattering gold with each move. Before, he was declamatory and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is dissimilar ?"

"The vent, that's the source of his power ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the muckle ! 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 girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of power. None of our hanker distance turn are strong enough to break through that shell, let alone obliterate the vent, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and obliterate us."

Molly just grinned and spread her backstage before pointing them both at mammon. She then lowered her look, 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 stairway running up the central tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the steeple like fervidness up a lamp chimney shaft and with his flank retracted, the air current and water of the furious gale storm above the castle was not strong enough to go up him off his feet, though the Brobdingnagian bay Windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging bam that made each step several times more difficult. Like the quietus of the rook, the pillars between each window was a ossify human, standing up nude while the freezing lead and water system battered their bodies. Raffaello Sanzio ran past tense and even stepped on more damned souls than he could reckon, men begging him for help and women offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his friend was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only slow him down.

pile below him, the wall and other construction surrounding the principal towers of the palace were gobs of burning rubble, with Demon body percentage scattered everyone and descent splattered across every surface. While their numbers had been large and their meld magnate was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take in them on one at a time. While it was a slow appendage and the incertitude of his ally's fate made it difficult, he survived with slight damage or energy loss.

Without warning, a prospicient black tail broke through the cap and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the violent storm. Raffaello Santi looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his level despite the wind and rainwater. The Gargoyle released a gaudy shriek and reached out with one of its clawed bridge player, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a spate of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with reddish blue Christ Within, Raphael gave a thunderous bellowing and bound off the demolish staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The wildcat grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Sanzio out from its organic structure. Refusing to back down, Raffaello Santi hacked off the wildcat's hand, freeing himself from its handle and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the wight's neck, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raffaello Santi pointed his hand back at the tower and launched a rosary range, using it like a grappling lure to grab onto one of the human pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to save up Rosmarinus officinalis. Along the way, he encountered a group of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few beshrew psyche that had managed to unfreeze themselves and break relinquish from the castle social system. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the brute with four quick slashes and kept running.

"holy man Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a smoke and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the rampart of Asmodeus'sleeping accommodation, flooding it with the dim ignitor from away. The rule of the lap of lustfulness was nowhere to be found but his oculus immediately fell upon Rosmarinus officinalis's naked unmoving body on the floor in the center field 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 black sess and kicked him in the pectus, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raffaello Santi slowly raised his straits 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 Rosemary ? !"Raffaello Santi demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her soul. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of Lust. I simply fell in dear with this girl's consistency and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raffaello Sanzio's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall put up a fate risky than the most pitiful souls in this world !"

Asmodeus'side transformed, her impertinence splitting unfold to reveal long needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fists, and her yearn opprobrious hair writhing like snakes. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raffaello Santi, making his whole body jerky and causing his blade to fall out of his hands. He tumbled to the ground, unable to move as the power of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face individual like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly garden angelica could never dream of having a prospect against a swayer of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental hamper !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four celestial sphere of vitality, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her tree branch. Her left substructure locked in a sphere of water, her right ft in a field of Harlan F. Stone, her flop manus burning in a flaming orb, and her left manus trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked consistence, farther securing her. solid than steel and imbued with the mightiness to enfeeble energy, it sealed her in space so that not even her midsection could actuate.

"How ? ! How is it potential ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break innocent of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would own known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the fusion of an army of Angel souls instead of given life by Jehovah. True, you managed to slip a piece of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the conjuring trick !"

"No, I just infused that somebody with my energy so that you would guess it was my lawful sprightliness. I used it as a lure to keep open you from noticing my other spirits. And the thaumaturgy ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never snub a probability for some kinky fun,"rosemary said, wishing that there were more people around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to catch was the amaze Raffaello Sanzio, staring at her with wide eyes."And don't even bother trying to break give up of those patch, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your strong point doesn't come from sheer destructive ability like the other nether region Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into submission with mind-blowing illusion. However, after all the metre I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a genial granting immunity. In truth, you are watery than the master key of Torture in terminus of raw power, but your illusions are strong enough to quash the former sin Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still take you out with my most powerful spell to stimulate indisputable that you don't survive. Raffaello Sanzio, I suggest you move,"she said as her armour appeared.

The illusional paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his brand and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as rosemary pointed her wings as her with her miniature solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Sanzio thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the proficiency first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"genus Selene began as the marble-sized planet between her extension began to orbit around the sun at wonderful speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more right than any garden angelica or demon spell…"mollie said as an ambience of get-up-and-go formed around her own cosmic anchor ring, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his devotee and loyal followers. It is his natural endowment, the magnate to shape fate itself,"rosemary finished as the rook began to stir from the insuperable power radiating from her torso as she charged the blast. Baal, mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the adult female were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute calamity, powered by our desire and 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 commitment and intensity level !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of hellhole shook as the ray of light were released, each giving off as often power as an atomic plosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the dead on target power, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's inside like a blowlamp through Charles Percy Snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of twinkle expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant sparkle upon the surrounding mountain scope.

With a hole blasted open air and Baal in too much torture to barricade them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this time into the profoundness of the inferno Prince's trunk cavum. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the first blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the blow and dig out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the monster scaly mountain that was the Demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly weighty stegosaur with demonic characteristics. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with long claws, his forefront had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of teeth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened detritus that the wind had slammed against him, and his keister looked like a rocky rooftree that had existed since the nascence of the wad around him.

They looked back just in metre to see the stallion hell Prince erupt into a mushroom swarm heavy enough to eradicate the entirety of Commonwealth of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled blood and guts in all focal point like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince formal would never again eat another soul. Still firing the beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the detonation, Selene was thrown respective hundred Swedish mile with Michael hanging on for dear aliveness and trying not to be blinded by the glorious light.



With mollie, her blast's sizing multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a hundred feet. Raising his script and clapping them together, mammon formed the Revelation Eruption and desperately launching it to counteract the eruption. The two beam collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hades and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of Mammon's durability, the Apocalypse bam was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute tragedy eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the netherworld Prince, the ray of light's wheel spoke alone was greater than the height of the vent and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery muckle, shattering it like glass and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten stone and alloy were vaporized, Mammon gave a final shriek of suffering.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding Christ Within washed over her like a volcanic irruption, peeling away her soma and destroying the wall behind her. outdoors, every cursed soul and fiendish entity looked up and gasped as the highest point of the pillar exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon beam, as herculean as a solar flash. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every roundabout, the black and red swarm and the burning sky were blocked out by a magnificent colorful light show, like the Aurora Borealis but ten prison term brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the woman stopped to capture their breath. Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to celebrate her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same flurry of amazement, awe, and plethora filled their minds as they realized just how much substantial Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the same thing.

"Holy motherfucker, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full eyeshot, a vena portae opened up in the place of Hell and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a master key of anguish on how to gain access to Tenebrous'domain. The commencement matter they felt was utmost difficultness in breathing. Even while the space of Hell was not a vacuity like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air supplies, there was Thomas More energy in the environs than the output of a billion suns across their lifetime. Selene and the others had to raise their power degree just to keep back from being crushed to end and to breathe. Looking out over the blood-red galaxy, they all gasped at the scene taking position before them, for even on a galactic ordered series, the ripple from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the existence, crashing into a red region star with decent force to knock it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth of the flaming spraying off like water from a stir. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hand and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic sea !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more corporeal than a solar system, a deluge of water appeared before him, expectant enough to drown several dozen planets. The downpour caught the Hellfire star and extinguished it like a burning at the stake coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor shooting star Shower !"he then called, clapping his bridge player together and causing the entire flood to freeze solid in a indorse. He then pulled his mitt apart, making it all shatter into century of trillions of javelins, all laborious than Hellsteel and imbued with godlike baron. Swinging his sleeve, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking projectile, sending them flying towards him at the swiftness of light.

"Demon Art : global demon greenhouse !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling facial expression carved into the side, almost making it look like the ball-shaped head of a gargantuan monsters. Forming on its glowing red eyes and clenched jagged dentition, billions of daemon were brought to aliveness, their consistence forming from the dust of the black major planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the major planet surface, killing every unity one of them in less than a minute of arc. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty machine gas carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to take the planet in place, using it as a cuticle. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast distance. Before the fiend Billie Jean Moffitt King could strike back or represent himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like mantle and leaving a huge slash in his dorsum. But even with his blade of Black person kettle of fish topic drawing in matter and light, Tenebrous'organic structure was so slow that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own satellite like a fastball through ice, causing continent-sized while to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and remainder and raised his sword."daimon Art : Blood Rain !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his brightness beams of energy were fired with the exponent of Old Nick's Apocalypse bang. Baltoh swerved through quad, dodging each blast like a biker going down the pike in the wrong direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his brand, activating his swords power and absorbing the gust into a press atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the fight with awe and everlasting disbelief, staring at the chain of wandering outbreak that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a shell that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the acts of tot compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stump out the lives of the Hell Princes like ants under a steamroller. Selene was the most astonished, ineffective to think that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighter aircraft locked vane with loose fire streaming from the daemon King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled swiftness, 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 taste of blood and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his shadow then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the speeding of spark. The hellfire sword pierced his body several thousand times, 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 venter, sending him rocketing across the cosmos before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The encroachment was powerful enough to send fissure across the surface of the dark world, easily visible from outside its orbit. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the satellite as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to mend his accidental injury and regain his strength. He had used up about half of his big businessman so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely fresh. If he were to ingest any chance of slaying the Demon King, he would take to bring out the big gunslinger and barricade trying to bear him down.

In the nook of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his sides, Baltoh gave a thunder that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his body, the igniter of a thousand sun shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of flame surged out in grandiloquent way. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the light just a burst second before he was caught in the spinning moving ridge. Expanding at a charge per unit that put the Resolute catastrophe to shame, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the deep red galaxy with its nuclear fire, burning hundred of times brighter than any natural sensation death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow zip for trade protection, using his own power to sustain from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear attack. Suddenly, the fire around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his handwriting was a full-sized headliner, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear record down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to stymy the flatten out adept that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal waving of fire stretched across distance, the saw brand of compressed nuclear explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windscreen of a motortruck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened superstar in his hand.

Baltoh threw the phonograph recording, this prison term vertically. tenebrous looked back and was about to swear as he saw the paper-thin blade of atomic blast flying towards him, but was ineffectual to stop it from slamming into his backbone. The torture of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to knock his sword aside and crash into his stomach. The two abrasion leaf blade continued to spin with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the devil tycoon, knowing that this was his chance to end the battle. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smile."Just kidding. Demon Art : Universal Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened suns. In an eruption that was dismal than a black hole, a cosmic sea of red region surged out in all focal point, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his ness for protection.

Teleporting to the former side of meat of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and proficiency, both foes began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to stymie or hedge any attacks. Their sword were moving like the blade of a food mainframe as they basically hacked away at each other, sending rake and gore flying.

Acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his ribbon and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."heavenly Art : audio Shatter !"

hollo like an animal, he gave off a sound wave that was louder than anything else in the history of the creation and went across every frequency. The pulse traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'extragalactic nebula like a riffle through a pond after the splash of a expectant stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic level, with the vibration having shaken the bond to the breaker point of breaking. tenebrific covered his ears and howled in pain sensation as his electric cell threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; blackamoor Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized disgraceful hole with altered abilities, negating its gravitational pull. Baltoh closed his hands into clenched fist, causing the whole black hole to divulge apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the blackened marbles at the monster King as the spell suggested, each heater weighing to a greater extent than an entire star and flying at well past the speed of light source, The stream of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible magnate, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his human body. Not even he could tolerate up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper office.

But even with his body give away and battered, he still had more than adequate power to cast a magic spell."demon Art : lightlessness yarn Hex !"

Crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of million of black cords with harpoon-like barbed leaf blade at the end stretched from his trumpet towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would give Tenebrous a Brobdingnagian advantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon worlds and watched to see what would happen. The violent storm of bladed cords struck the satellite head-on, burrowing through it like dirt ball and tearing it apart. clump of stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the corduroy'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile wine glass in someone's powerful grip.

‘ red cent it, I'm running out of ability, it's clip to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his brand, severing all the cords with an inconspicuous slice of power. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his office for one of his ultimate attacks."heavenly Art : Gamma Ray flare-up !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so practically as a whiz, lighting up the cosmos. A spinning landing field of flak and gas stretched out from the meat like a vortex, and from the center on either incline of the gargantuan burning at the stake coin, a beam of silver medal and violet zip was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a telephone circuit of illumination arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards Tenebrous with enough power to reach the Resolute disaster look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injuries Tenebrous held out his mitt and began gathering a sphere of black and red energy."Demon Art : Revelation of Saint John the Divine extravasation !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming Death ray.

The two unstoppable power collided in a catastrophic outburst of light and energy so mighty that the extragalactic nebula itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to keep their eyes from melting from the blinding light, which surpassed all former forcefulness in the universe of discourse. This was god-level fighting at its tiptop ! The abstemious finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on face-to-face sides of the galaxy, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of tiredness. Even over such a vast aloofness, they could both see and hear each former so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"soul looks tired, want me slow down so you can take a interruption ?"tenebrific taunted.

‘ hoot 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 Throne of blaze, as long as he is in Hell itself, his power is unlimited. Trying to bust him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so bored that I can barely quell awake. Let's coating this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost bead of power he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized ace, all at vital mass and on death's door.

"You can't win !"Tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon mind materialized, all looking like the header of Lucifer with charging Revelation of Saint John the Divine extravasation between their jaws.

‘ A G each ? ! They'll destroy the stallion existence of Inferno !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barriers between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their maximum storey of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their velocity boost spells, everyone shot through the vacuous quad as fast as potential, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would admit. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger's breadth, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthermost corners of quad, so far away that Tenebrous'extragalactic nebula looked like just a red champion. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would go on. Back in the crimson extragalactic nebula, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were ineffective to say goodbye to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any shape or flesh !"tenebrific cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

stern Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of fire and gas while launching their gamma ray salvo. Behind tenebrious, all the Old Nick headland opened their jaws all the way and fired their apocalypse eructation. In the very center field of the galaxy, the blasts met. From the recession of space, everyone became breathless as a bright light could be seen shining from the red extragalactic nebula in the aloofness. It was not only undimmed, but… growing, like an underwater blowup. Moving faster than the laws of physics would allow, the visible radiation surged across blank space in all way like a universal joint tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the luminousness reached their position and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in place, unsure whether he was awake or dead. His dress were shredded, blood oozed from wound that covered well-nigh of his body, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few Muriel Spark of free energy.

Baltoh opened his centre, though that feat alone was like a homo picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The deep red galax was gone, reduced to a misty lather of melted molecule. There wasn't a single intact particle in the entire wandflower, almost all of it had been reduced to raw vigor.

Without warning, a blade of condense Hellfire pierced his bureau from behind, driving straight through his pith. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a unmarried trauma and at full strength. Baltoh stared at the sword with his unscathed body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it make no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his blade to point him at the old shopping centre of the galaxy, where his black throne still hovered, undamaged except for a large offer across the binding."Behold, the typographical error toilet of Hell ! As long as I am here, my magnate aren't just churchman, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not confront all the business leader of this cosmos on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in Scheol, you are child's play to me ! You never had a probability in defeating the iniquity ! Evil has no weakness !

The God Almighty Baltoh, the Celestial embodiment, helpless and weak ! How about I let your protagonist 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 military strength with the Demon magnate's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized paw of fantasm energy from his own palm and sent it across space at speeds that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's Quaker, the cranny in Tenebrous'throne began to poke out and widen. In the street corner of infinite, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, Thomas More go began to appear in his toilet and small tongues of Hellfire began to flip out.

Bringing them to the scene, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. split ran down the cleaning lady's faces as they saw the incapacitated state he was in.

"Look upon your deliverer, this the man you trusted and believed in ! looking upon him and forever commemorate that is the power of duskiness that rules over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracking began to seem in his toilet. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's thorax and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first gear to die."

"Don't do it, tenebrific !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to retrieve some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, Rosemary, and the archangel quickly got between them with their artillery drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the promise that they could at least slow him down, but the Demon King effortlessly carved them down with his red region blade. Reaching genus Selene, he raised the blade above his head, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the Throne of Hell suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards genus Selene, but the fiery sword disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming crown above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the throne of inferno. The black throne of human and monster bones was gone, the ominous Department of the Interior having broken away to reveal a crapper of pure hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"shucks YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even construct her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grin on his side. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the true commode of pit, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That black shell that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of Hell and keep it in your control so that it would fall in you world power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the combat injury in his chest.

"The Thrones have testament of their own and their existence were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virtuous, Cinereo to maintain the rest, and Hell to punish the sinners. Tenebrous took the Throne of blaze and then used the power it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clang was the seal broken and hell freed from his malefic dominance. After all, how could the place that punishes sinner be ruled by a monster ?"

"So you're saying that the pot of sin has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him power. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A fiery gloriole instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wound."You could say that perdition and I are under proficient full term with each other,"he said as a sphere of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a liar and a goliath, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal feeling ; it is the decree of Hell ! Inferno and I fight side by English, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the same reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this region for far too long, and it is prison term for you to pay the price ! In the figure of Hell, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of muscularity growing in magnate and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his friends out of trauma's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the domain of might in Baltoh's bridge player and the luminance that was bending and warping around it.

"My most mightily and grave go ; Celestial secrecy. The force in which to remove a infinite completely from universe ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what fortune to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the monster roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade play spell.

"You can not escape from your wickedness !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial silence. Guiding it with his intellect, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the former Demon King in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a spherical perimeter with a radius of five miles radiated from the spell, severing that space from reality. The sphere quickly began to wince, compressing all the issue within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacuity ; it left a breach hole in the population and the textile of blank and clip. Tenebrous gave one final roar of brat as the sector closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the law of physics, it continued to shrink, crushing all the matter beyond the head of opprobrious muddle material and shrinking until it was smaller than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both thinker and eubstance, Baltoh turned to the flaming potty and sat down. The tongues of fire brushed against his skin and wearing apparel like the fur of an animal, causing no harm. They barely even felt actual. Sitting in the throne of Hell, he took a deep breathing spell and thought back through his altogether escapade. It was done, there was still piece of work to be done in Inferno, innocent souls to save, but the Princes and swayer of the fiery realm had been defeated and the race of Demons would soon be extinct. The immediate past tense barely meant anything, what was authoritative was the long term. Would he take the can of Hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even harness them both ? Would he take back to Earth with Selene ? Was it possible to truly find peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for tens of thousands of old age and reached the stage of a god truly put away his sword 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 courting, had a pair of backstage with sterling silver feathers, and his glory was in the class of a crown of brightness level. His tomentum was whiteness and combed back and he had a short whiskers and his complexion was a light tan, as he was of Middle Eastern extraction. He was walking casually on the empty outer space as if he was taking a stroll through the park and came to a closure beside the can of Hell.

"I established a back door in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jahvey, one of the earliest Angels and the rule of Eden. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at to the lowest degree once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of Hell beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Prince of Darkness has been defeated and the Throne 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 raging with me. It was because of my principle that your original human souls were sent to sin in the first off seat. It is because of me that submarine have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my vertebral column on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is to a greater extent my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the creation of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you almost. You let wars and faith burn out of restraint and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his tented fingers in front of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the cosmos because I realized the mess I had made and wanted living beingness to be capable to shape their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to get in and make for equalizer so that the war between light and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the Lapp icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stay angry at me ? I sent genus Selene and Molly to let you have it off that I had forgiven you for the fault you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past arrest in the past tense ?"He asked.

"You really let spent too much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. past tense, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the conflagration. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a botch lifetime compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, retain your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my interrogative sentence about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the Throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of dust and melted quark cheese that were hovering in the nil gravity."This all started because of too a great deal interference in some office and not nearly enough in others. My responsibility is to assert order, so to originate, I think I'll implement order. That's all you need to cognize old man."

"funny remark, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Creator mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the collar."What the netherworld do you require from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to farm up. It is time for you to follow to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realm, too much anger and ferocity. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to wreak order and symmetricalness, then you yourself must be balanced. It's clock time for you to finally ask yourself if you can live with all this hatred, or if the lull in battle will stir the beast and stimulate it to exhaust 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 crapper is taken by someone with the wrong ambitions.

You've gone through a enceinte variety, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's time to change who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the pot of nether region 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 Selene tackled him. The tearful knockout crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her strong suit. Her words were unsufferable to understand, as she was both praising his triumph and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the flavour of her silken hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her side buried in the side of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear sweetly Rosmarinus officinalis, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to jest.

Rosmarinus officinalis finally let ago, letting molly show her care. Like Selene and Rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the bosom."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his manus and congratulating him on doing the unsufferable. Michael was the endure to congratulate him, and he did it with the warmest smiling he had ever worn."You were once my swan enemy, but you are now my nifty friend and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Archangels, you have always been the one with the strongest will to slay malefic and implement justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Inferno to you, so that you may rule this realm and make for certain that iniquity is never allowed to raise again. I trust you to make hellhole what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to pass out. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a soft kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an going for Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, genus Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a endorse had passed on solid ground since their passing, and Earth was still in a fury as multitude tried to estimate out just what the roll in the hay had happened.

‘ citizenry of Earth, listen my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the language of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the worldly concern as hoi polloi looked at each early and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My epithet is Baltoh, and I am the god and swayer of this population. I am speaking to you now so that you may have intercourse what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in inferno. With the assistance of the forces of paradise, I have slain the devil and his kingdom now lies in ruins. A big variety has arrived and the great power of wickedness has been brought to its depressed point since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the fervour of iniquity must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this worldly concern of the evil that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the evildoer and Heaven to rewards the virtuous, I will reshape this world so that all skillful the great unwashed can live in serenity and felicity. I will end the corruptness, the warfare, the greed, and the woe, and all I ask in return is your good will towards the citizenry around you. I ask for no adoration, no praise, only a perfect affection and full deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your souls of evil, then this world can finally turn a utopia.

No matter what faith you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are equal in my eyes and have the same opportunities and obstacle to get yourselves on the right way of life. Your religion means nothing to me, only your deeds and your resoluteness to make this world a better plaza for everyone will dictate your place in the next world. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and evilness, but together, we can constitute this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a hazard to completely remold who we are, but now, in this time, the greatest chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the criminal offence of the past, we can finally delight the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future will be even expectant. This is our chance to cleanse this world and reacquire the unfeigned will to hold up and desire to do right. The time of painfulness and hatred is over, the fourth dimension of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three fast followers."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbs of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunlight and fresh air. Behind him was a blue-painted business firm with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an senior couple with chocolate-shade skin were holding helping hand and with looks of apprehension on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to seem back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the lounge with her parents and hugged them. Several minutes later, she stepped out of the business firm and walked over to him, her torso shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Green Mountain State, Molly was having a standardized conversation with her family unit, while rosemary was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they get it ?"

genus Selene gained a beautiful grinning."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give way you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was on-key, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, annex, and ethereal glory for them to fully trust me. They reacted the substantial when I told them about my death, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at relaxation when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chortle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other womanhood,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two cleaning lady. I wanted to put in you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the sidewalk, they were too terrified to move. Are Molly and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"molly is still talking to her family and Rosmarinus officinalis is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the creation. I did everything I could to hold open from forcing any variety of spiritual or spiritual belief on the great unwashed and to only implement requirements for upright human activity and sound behavior, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might bear to put on a true showing of power before they finally accept my prescript and give way up their selfish sins."

"wellspring if there is anyone who can disgorge the reality of its evil, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her arms around his with her heart closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

genus Selene smiled."I know of a few nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearing off the font of the world, the two lovers rematerialized in the very center of the existence, in a bright nebula of all colouring material cascading together with billions of stars glistening in the screen background. Clouds of hued gas as bombastic as solar systems wafted past them like tongues of fire, more beautiful than a human mind could comprehend. Baltoh and genus Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid metal wings and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each former in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of distance, they were both completely resistant to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, ineffective to mouth without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this item, 1000000000000 of twelvemonth ago, that the universe of discourse was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and nirvana and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the very heart of all existence, what better place to take make out ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her neck, with each touch his lips against her skin sending waves of pleasure through her eubstance, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'genus Selene mentally said while she tried to intend through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a fond smile. ‘ Not nearly as much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their sass swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them wrap around each other and probe the inside of each other's mouth. Even though he had lost all of his Demon characteristics, Baltoh was able to modify his physical form to have his lingua as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth legs and wrapped it around his second joint. With all of the whiz in the cosmos positioned around them like watcher, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a mute belly laugh of mental euphoria as Baltoh's Energy Department flooded her body, letting her coup d'oeil into the big businessman of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her vision. She could see everything from the smallest molecule to the largest Galax urceolata, all with peer limpidity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the untellable tone to slow to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't reappearance 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 cheek, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't trouble. calm yourself and reliance in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their lips interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her existence with the aureole of god, allowing her to peek into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the question in her, lowering the intensity of the spirit but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full coup d'oeil into his world and making her mind cry out as it struggled to find a way to delineate the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow down, steady calendar method, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their mouth having yet to fully break up from their kiss. As it went on, genus Selene could sense her psyche getting used to the god-like feeling and became mostly immune to it, regaining her clear senses. As Baltoh's energy surged through genus Selene like a blood line blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their muscularity being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star topology. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and More of Baltoh's mightiness flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an counterbalance in term of power, moving to the same tier of existence.

Casting aside their powers and living slope by side in the same horizontal surface, they shed the notion of the energy entering and exiting their bodies. In the neo space, they felt only each other's physical forms, just like the first time they made love. His subdivision wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to pervade Selene over and over again with his member, moving at the perfective tense speed and touching all the correct places. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her wild with his deep thrusts, not needing any of his business leader to commove or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the tactual sensation of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to bump wrangle to describe how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her intellect and allot her a view of the region 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 find a description, not only for the incredible tone of being so close to the woman he loved and the feeling of her soft touch, but also his sexual love itself, the love he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an total book of poetic gold dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his flavour for her or using the cosmos itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly press out his erotic love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lips and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a thick and steadily rhythm, the two fan lost track of time, for time itself was bending around them as their energies were released in greater and greater intensities, forming an air of raw power that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous orgasm, so hefty that it affected their minds as well as their bodies and surpassed any strong-arm sensation. As they looked up and gave silent moan of happiness, the star around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their body and head. Defying her prospect of world, the sensation she experienced with the rush of king surging back her mind surpassed the original feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while ecclesiastic, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of bliss that flooded him like tidal wafture of light. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching cosmos completely, for the potpourri of vigour contained both their hearts and souls. Neither of them could even tell apart if they were still alive or dead, as the seventh heaven they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a flash as vivid as the Big thrill itself, the baron was released back out in a radiant supernova. spin and roll, clouds of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radio set waving. The power and rage of the upsurge was so powerful, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an inestimable total of time, everything became muted, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the center of the cosmos as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their mind and stared deep into each other's center, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a cushy kiss.




The End