“Ok, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon.” Gabriel sighed, leaning against a table in the office of the mayor.
The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or Archangels hiding their existence. The room was willed with people, including the mentioned Michael Bloomberg, the chief of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several Angels, and multiple human representatives for the people of the city.
It had been twenty-four hours since the doorway had been established, and a state of emergency had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the Earth that it was surrounded on all sides by walls of stone in a shaft going down more than a mile beneath the surface of the planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the giant well, but with the city painted red by the light for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.
Outside New York, every government was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American government worked to keep it a secret, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the center of it all spread. Currently, US forces were surrounding the impenetrable black dome of condensed smoke around the city while the top scientists in the country tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. Nothing could get through, not even sound, light, or radio frequencies.
Separated from the outside world, power and running water were lost, and generators were responsible for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fear and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their prayers. Police were working without rest or reprieve as the breakdown of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.
The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapons if they could or join together with people who had weapons. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would have to fight. The last twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the city, and blessing every weapon 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 enough to blast a hole in a Gargoyle’s chest and kill it.
Finally, the opportunity to come together and begin planning had arrived, and the forces of Heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to figure out some way they would survive. The legions of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in Hell that there wouldn’t be a lot of fighting soon.
“Unfortunately, even though we can pass through dimensions and that dome, we cannot bring any humans with us. We can make people intangible though contact, but we cannot transfer that kind of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the final obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the sides of the shaft are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this shaft, but without Angel powers, 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 stories high, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a bubble cutting New York off from the world. Angels can pass through it, but human and demonic forces cannot. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the Earth’s core.
Long story short, evacuation is not and option, we can’t contact the outside world, and supplies can’t be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here.” Said Rosemary.
“Well then what are we supposed to do? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the people who want to fight but can’t?” Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.
“We have filled the city with Angels to act as guards to the people. If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the Angels will stop them. As for the Demons, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most likely greater than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card.” Raphael said.
“What we haven’t addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict. Whether we can fight off the hordes of Demons and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to reverse the process before then.” Baltoh said.
“Most likely the source of this problem is in Hell. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this.” Selene said, clutching Baltoh’s arm.
“No, that wouldn’t work. The forces of Hell outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of fighters. If someone is a particularly avid reprobate, then Hell will become their home instead of their prison, and they will join the legions of dungeon masters that torture the other residents. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the real hardcore bastards: the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial killers, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive Hell 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 become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malice of humans and you have a never-ending deluge of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more Demons than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us.” Gabriel cursed.
“Even I wouldn’t be able to face the entirety of Hell, their population is as dense as a dying star. If I were to take on all of Hell, they would just wash over me like a tidal wave. Not even I’m strong enough to face them all.” Baltoh reluctantly said, shocking Selene.
“That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the process. The Demons were able to open up a doorway with only human emotions and spells, so hopefully we can close it in a similar way. We just need time to come up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno Abyss cauldrons in the five corners of the city, so we might be able to reverse the process with a Hope Beacon in the center of New York where the Horror Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original cauldrons were.” Raphael said.
“I’m not sure it’s that simple. The Demons were only able to do this because this city was a colossal hub of anger 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 chance, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city.” Baltoh explained.
“Maybe we could get enough positive energy if we combined our powers or one of us broke a rosary chain.” Rosemary suggested.
“The forces of Hell would flood the city with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the pain and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Archangel down here to lend his or her strength, there is no way we could overcome the malevolent miasma of Hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a forest fire with a garden hose.”
“So again, what are we supposed to do?” The mayor asked, at his wit’s end and trying to keep from just blowing his brains out now.
“Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this? The humans, I mean.” The chief of police asked.
“As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can come up with a way to reverse all this. As for the people, they’ll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to fighting, just make 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 chain?” Selene asked as they walked through the dark 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 insurmountable boost of power, one that is very brief but brings them up to my level of might. The Demons have a similar move where they can break their shackles, however, both moves have dire consequences. If you are a Demon, you die, and if you are an Archangel, you lose your powers and are banished to Hell for the sin of suicide.
An Archangel used the technique once to my knowledge, while there have been a few Demons in history that broke their shackles, but only because they did not know what the cost was. As I said before, Demons 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 even playing field.” He explained, making Selene breathe in sharply and her eyes widen.
Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick pillars of smoke were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would burn to the ground, since the fire fighters couldn’t afford to waste any water. The black lines were barely visible against the rock walls of the shaft New York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a matter of time until that solid rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to affect it.
Was it possible for the people to survive? To pull together and fight this threat?
“Hey, are you ok?” Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.
“Yeah, just trying to process everything.” He sighed.
“You’ve been working nonstop 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 huge mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my sins.” He said tiredly. He then turned to her.
“How are you doing? We haven’t had a chance to talk really about what happened. Are you ok? Have you come to terms with the fact that you’ve died?” He asked.
“Well, I’ve mostly accepted it. It’s weird to think that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my family will be. Molly is the same, and she feels more lost than I do. She said she envies me because I have you in this mess, and while she likes to think I share the same bond with her, she says that she doesn’t want to get in the way of the two of us being together. I just have to hope we can survive this battle and live in peace. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” She said nervously.
“Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don’t think I could bear to lose you again.” He said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the tender kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.
“Here, follow me. I know a way to relieve some of your stress.” She said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.
Flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smile on her face. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the city like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh forget all of his troubles and cares, 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!” She shouted in glee.
Wrapping his tail around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the city’s hotels, passing through the balcony windows like ghosts. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of habitation. With a coy smile, 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, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I’m a virgin once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you take me?” She whispered, batting her eyelids and gently brushing her lips against his. Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty.
“It would be an honor.” He replied.
With a smile, Selene stepped back to the foot of the bed and lowered the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to pull the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. Unable to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her folded wings.
“Sorry, 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 look upon the gorgeous ebony form that drove him wild. 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 belly was still as flat as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hips had their usual fullness, with her thighs as smooth as glass and as soft as the ears of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the room while still rippling after a nice smack and would put a Brazilian stripper to shame. Between her smooth thighs, the lips of her pussy were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.
Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry smile, Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a view of her 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 wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the ends were curled up against the walls.
“What do you think? Do I look like an Angel?” She purred with her halo hovering just above her. Baltoh smiled.
“You always looked like an Angel.” He replied before undressing.
With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely body. He started first gently kissing her feet, then moved up and ran his lips against the back of her shins, then took his time in licking her smooth thighs with his long forked tongue, taking in the delicious taste of her soft skin. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing touch, driving herself wild in anticipation.
Baltoh laid down on his stomach with Selene’s legs on his shoulders and his face just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of paradise. Selene gave a soft coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast amounts of stimulation and sensations through the smallest and lightest of touches, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.
Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sense of taste with her delicious juices, licking up her essence like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his touch and ran his fingers through his hair, squirming in joy with each flick of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his tongue, checking to make sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his tongue to tickle and stimulate every sensitive nub and flap in her body, bringing her to her first orgasm in record time and making her call out to the heavens in euphoria.
With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral tour of Selene’s body, spending a few seconds to cover her soft smooth belly in kisses before moving up to her chest. Careful not to scratch her with his claws, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender nerve endings. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her right nipple, 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 with his paintbrush whom had just been woken up in the middle of the night by inspiration. The taste of her nipple was almost as succulent as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistency of that erect 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 hickey right on her nipple, he moved past her breasts and began kissing her collarbone and her soft throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her several times on the cheek, once on the ear, several times on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the lips, where they maintained that link with an undying passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.
“Come on baby, rock my world.” She whispered with a stretch.
“This will hurt, no matter how I do it.” He replied sheepishly.
“Don’t worry, this Angel body is different than my human body. From the man I love, I can feel no pain. There is nothing you can give me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big thrust, don’t stop.” She said softly before flicking her tongue between his lips.
Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lips of her waiting pussy without his hand. As he slowly pushed the head into the entrance, he could instantly feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her mouth and with that perfect tightness; loose enough so that he wasn’t stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his entire cock into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a shaking moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single tinge of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.
“Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can’t even describe how good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…” She stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.
“I know. I could feel it as though we were the same person.” 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 pushups and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was quickly rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others and on top was a large pendulum, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh’s inhumanly powerful thrusts.
“Oh yes! Oh Baltoh yes! I can’t take it, I’m going to go crazy!” She howled as he slammed the deepest corners of her pussy with the power of a sledgehammer.
Selene spread her legs and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every time his muscular member was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the corners of her mouth while his ballsack slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched holler from Selene as she had her first orgasm in her new Angel body and Baltoh could taste the delicious hormonal rush on her breath.
Baltoh slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, Selene suddenly pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her body back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her breasts jiggling with each rock and her breathing heavy from the strain on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep hums she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.
After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human body, Selene was able to keep the position going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn’t help her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her second orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.
After several minutes of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief span of time, both with tender smiles on their faces as he ran his fingers through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in relief at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing his cock between her firm ass cheeks, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.
“Do you want to fuck my ass?” She said coyly.
“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 fingers around the shaft, 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 pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a deep breath.
“Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass.” She purred, chewing on her lip.
“And I love hearing you talk dirty.” He replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.
Selene began to grind against Baltoh’s lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid’s cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face twist in the awkward 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 cord with the head of his dick.
“Baby, I think I’m going to cum soon.” He grunted, feeling that familiar tightness in his pelvic region.
“Then fill me up, but don’t spray it all, because I have a special surprise for you.” She cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his cock 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 speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene’s screams of ecstasy made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.
Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a fire extinguisher, filling up Selene’s asshole with so much pressure that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.
“Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me.” She purred as she moved up off his dick, which was struggling to stay erect.
“I made sure I held back half of it. What’s that special surprise you mentioned?” He tiredly asked.
“Here, sit at the edge of the bed.” She instructed, getting down onto the floor.
With his dick slowly returning to its prime, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his cock in her mouth and began bobbing her head, slurping up the mixture of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were chocolate syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouth as she worked her tongue and cheeks against the tender skin of the head, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.
“Ready baby?” She asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.
Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup breasts together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated mounds of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh’s dick between them, nearly making him blow his entire load from not just the feeling, but the image and mental realization.
With her breasts held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the slit as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a minute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her breasts against his cock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.
Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey streams of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene’s mouth, across her face, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her face and chest.
“Forget Angel, you’re a nymph.” He gasped. Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him.
“Trust me, I was never this wild with the boys, never. Everything we’ve done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a little Demon inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out.” She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard.
“Come here, get some sleep. You need it.” Said Selene, patting the pillow invitingly. Baltoh sighed.
“I can’t, I need to stay awake and keep patrolling the city for when the forces of Hell make their move. Besides, I’ve gone entire years without sleeping, I’m fine.” He said, trying to hide his exhaustion.
“Honey, don’t even think that you can fool me. Come here, I’ll keep watch for you while you get your rest.” She said, moving aside the blankets. Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the covers. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.
“Do you promise you won’t fall asleep? I can’t allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap.” He asked.
“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 chest. With Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both energy and semen, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.
The next day:
The sky was filled with thousands 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 Angels in New York grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of light, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every minute with their combined power. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all times when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh’s worrying, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.
Like all Angels, she had no sword or spells with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless radiance that allowed her to shock and burn unholy creatures on contact. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a martial arts lesson, she was able to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been reborn faster, stronger, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual punches and kicks that would burn right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to heal her injuries and then return to battle.
Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like blades of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the crowd, carving dozens of Gargoyles in half every second with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with greater numbers of enemies all around him, his death count was reaching its usual numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.
A booming laugh drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a Demon with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the Demon and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing in a spider’s web. With a powerful jerk of his tail, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his grip, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the body. Baltoh then whiplashed his tail, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.
Down in the street below and in the buildings, humans with blessed weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight were facing the forces of Hell with blessed crowbars, nail-bats, butcher knives, and firearms. While the sky was filled with howls and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and screams of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the human’s favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep fighting after multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, not to mention that they too had a long-range attack in the form of their mini Dark Pulses. The streets ran red with blood as people were tackled and torn to shreds by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living flesh with gusto.
In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a pack of cheetahs sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and tears running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave five deep gashes across his shoulder and back as it flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to grab him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the face with a load of holy buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.
He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his back was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cubicles, the man discharged his last empty shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hands as steady as possible while sweat dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the cubicle aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the first shell and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his lips, the man discharged the empty casing with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the creature’s chest and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to stay alive.
As one, all the Gargoyles instantly attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its long forked tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty shell, he took aim and fired, only to hear a soft click instead of a loud bang. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.
Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail body with brutal power. A puddle of blood was already forming beneath her, her pussy was an indistinguishable mess of shredded flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled police officer. 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 barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five rounds straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.
As the Gargoyle fell dead to the side, its cock was removed with one final painful tear. With her lower body almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilish smile and a throbbing erection.
Releasing its claws from the wall, the Gargoyle dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single shot. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered a soft apology to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.
In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted black steel with flaming wheels and rotting carcasses nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rusted collars of slaves from Hell, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin bodies, bound arms, and iron masks. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with black armor, a whip of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unholy words ravaged their minds like bullet ants chewing on their eardrums.
“Conterst eorus ossit, lacertata eorus carnous, ot bibero eorus sanguoto! En mulierta voluntex clamazos unt nox xtrupros eoz! Un filiixeras voluntex clamacta unt nox dezorab eoz! En hominequs voluntex orsa enos mortest unt nox facerex eoz vigilos ex servaxor eoz! Fiaz eoz scirs cruziato, fiaze eoz scirs timosos, ex fiaz eoz scirs infernusam!” ‘Crush their bones, rip their flesh, and drink their blood! The women will scream as we rape them! The children will cry as we devour them! The men will beg for death as we make them watch and enslave them! Let them know pain, let them know fear, and let them know Hell!’ He shouted.
“Demon Art: Graveyard Of The Damned!” The Demon then called as he cracked his whip.
Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of tombstones of all sizes and shapes burst out like groundhogs, destroying the roar and coming up with enough power to flip cars. With a dull roar, skeletal hands with greenish-black color reached out of the ground as the Sinners of Hell entered New York, each grave spitting them out like snakes from a pit. Swords of black steel in hand, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring carnage to a real human city after so many years and Hell. Being truly evil souls, they had lost their flesh 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 cars and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a deep clacking rhythm. Wasting no time in ordering the undead criminals to halt, the officers formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened fire with pistols, shotguns, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeletons. While they were weaker than Demons in terms of power and they were made of only bones, they proved to be quite resilient to the bullets. The skeletons were made of a far stronger material than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to live, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.
Shouting swears and praising the Devil, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the line of police officers, swinging their swords above their heads while they ran. The closer they got, the more damage they received from the officer’s bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominos in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to work, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.
Landing on the roof of one of the SWAT vans, an elderly Archangel clapped his hands together.
“Angel Art: Heaven Lantern Summoning!” He called.
Behind him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid gold lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the light of Heaven shone down from the sides and onto the army of the Sinners. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to shield themselves as the light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glass.
The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning pain. With a roar of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to grow in length and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a furious snarl, the Demon yanked on the handle, tightening the whip’s hold and shattering the marble Angel, sending huge pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.
“Angel Art: Divine Smite!” The Demon heard.
He quickly looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his sword in hand. With a bellow of confidence, the Archangel brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the Demon’s chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously explode into clouds of dust and twisted metal.
Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following several ominous crashes. Great pillars of smoke and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the forces of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new threat, great skeletons that towered at over two hundred feet in height. These dark-green bone behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of hundreds of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how Demons are born.
However, their size and bodies were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual spirits that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the Sinners were included, resulting in an inflated creature that was not dense enough in its evil to gain a compacted Demon body. However, while they were not quite as durable as Demons and they lacked the ability to use spells, their full-sized Dark Pulses and colossal bodies allowed them to cause vast amounts of destruction.
With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark Pulse, launching the dense black lasers into the city. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of buildings, 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 wings could carry him, charging his power in preparation to destroy the unholy abominations. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the Archangel but ripping away the roof of a tall apartment building and sending bricks and twisted metal raining down into the street.
“Angel Art: Divine Smite!” Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak’s face and delivering a powerful kick.
Upon contact, the giant skeleton’s skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the power of Raphael’s kick and essentially beheading the beast.
“Angel Art: Gates of Heaven!” Raphael cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a Dark Pulse. The black beam surged out from between the skeleton’s jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.
“Angel Art: Divinity Ray!” He called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful beam of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.
The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little effort, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted curses at Raphael while charging a Dark Pulse. Before the blast could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast’s forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak’s skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his sword was fifty feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raphael looked up as the split parts of the skeleton began to separate, detonating the half-charged Dark Pulse and shattering the entire body in the explosion.
Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Archangels to fight the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the millions. All the Archangels were firing Divinity Rays into the black geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the Feather Arrow and Claw Bullet spells, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.
Do to the affects of his spells, 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 Rays of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, tens of thousands are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as powerful as the forces of Heaven were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the Archangels would have to leave and go face a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.
On the roof of a nearby building, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting skills were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.
Selene turned around, wrapped in holy energy, and delivered her strongest punch to the Gargoyle’s face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the blow of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kick, slicing its head off its shoulders with the white aura wrapped around her foot.
Two Gargoyles suddenly pounced on her from the left and right side, giving her no chance to deliver counterattacks. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathers glowing with blessed power, she spun around with her wings full expended and carved them all down like the blades of a helicopter.
Standing at the edge of the roof with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn’t have a single drop of fear in her heart and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of battle, she had a wide grin on her face from the physical exertion and the feeling of the sweat on her face. This fighting was resonating with her; the true life or death challenge and the chance to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure she could feel and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.
“Die, little bitch!” One of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.
With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her wings, she gave a mighty push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beasts 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 hands had been replaced by two machetes.
As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the black creatures with her glowing wings, one of them managed to land five large cuts across her shoulder. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.
“Perfect, it’s no fun without a little something to compensate for.” She purred with blood trickling down her arm.
The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claws in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the beast off its feet and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling pins, her wounded arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the pain made Selene’s heart race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive child desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.
The Gargoyle’s tail finally snapped from the strain, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene’s balance. She continued to spin, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So dizzy she could barely think, Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long kiss while the battle around them raged,
“Baltoh, get back up here! We need a way to stop his flood of Gargoyles! They’re taking up all of our attention!” Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of screams. Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his hands together.
“Angel Art: Roaring Clouds Of Heaven!” He shouted.
Deep in the Gargoyle deluge, a great eruption of white clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense vortex with holy energy crackling through the folds of vapor like lightning. The storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.
“Good, now we can focus on other areas. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh?” Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
“Are you crazy?! You’ll destroy all of Hell!” She shouted.
“Relax, I’m just using a fraction of its true power. 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 unfathomable blast.
The neon beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh’s calculations had been correct in the intensity of the blast, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with acid. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New York, basically carving through their horde like a jet of hot water through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.
The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point of near city-wide destruction, an explosion was set off in Hell, equal to more than ten thousand hydrogen bombs. An ocean of fire surged up in the space between New York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the city and killing them like insects under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their death toll to the range near ten digits. From every opening carved into the city, a pillar of fire shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.
The 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 shock and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.
“Let’s take care of the survivors and then repair the damage.” He called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.