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Chapter 48: life in Heaven

Time passed, but things didn't really improve. Ira was a merciless mentor, and the training continued to be devastating, but Killer, stubborn as always, continued to endure it. Gaia was of some help, since she often spent time down at the quarry, looking after his training, and her presence, combined with a more hawkish stance of Ira, was more than enough to keep the annoying workers at a distance.

They continued to hate him and grumbled about him, but from a relatively safe distance, and that was all he asked, since it limited the mischief they could plot, and he had a few bright moments in which he could look in amusement as the workers, grown too bold, were punished by Ira's terrible wrath.

Gaia was good company and relief. Every now and then, she'd gift him and Ira with a tea of hers, which was something so delicious and soothing that even the Seraphim couldn't say no to it.

Alcana was of some help too, and her company could be delicious, especially since she had been lately developing a genuine hate for Michael: her staying in the Monastery to follow Killer's training, after all, had allowed her to observe the way the Arkangel came, daily when possible, specifically to hamper the training and make Killer miserable, so that she had eventually stormed in with decision and put a stop to it. Ever since, Alcana and Gaia had been a valid deterrent: whenever they had been present, Michael had quickly retreated, knowing full well he would not be able to take his enjoyment without being punished.

Alcana, however, could also be of far less helping company. Her night raid in Killer's bed had been unsuccessful, but she had definitely not dropped her plans and ambitions. She still wanted him, but not just for a night: she wanted him forever, utterly and throughout. She wanted to take Alexis's place in his life and heart... She had told him clearly what she wanted, and his firm answer - an obvious no - had not deterred her at all.

She had thought, evidently, that her beauty and seduction would, in the long run, bend him. It had been the start of a wicked game of teasing and seduction, to which Killer had been incapable to put a firm stop. He could not fight a goddess like Alcana... and the truth was that he didn't even want to. He desired her, and Alcana desired him even more, and was well aware of his interest. It made for a dangerous combination, as she eagerly encouraged his desire and hungers, knowingly challenging and teasing the beast within him, attempting to bring it out to the surface.

For Killer, it was a whole new experience. With much less invitation he had taken girl after girl in his life, even after he dedicated his existence to Alexis... And never did he hold back from satisfying his lusts. This time, though, it was different. The other girls, Diana included, knew well that his love was for Alexis and Alexis alone. They accepted it as the main and only rule. They had no hope of ever being on the same level of the queen: even Diana, that Killer loved immensely, knew all too well that her place in his heart was a step below Alexis's... and accepted it.

Alexis herself had never wanted, wished or asked him to shy away from his other affections, and even less did she urge to stay away from his lusts and from the carnal pleasure. Quite the opposite, indeed... On her side, Alexis did not have other lovers, but she had plenty of Slaves, males that were strong and handsome enough to be kept as toys. Literally. Marked by a black leather collar, Alexis's slaves were considered a true elite. Their collar was a sign of strength and value, admired and feared throughout the empire, as everyone knew that, in order to become one of Alexis's toys of choice, it took value, honor, beauty, strength and sexual prowess. The ones marked as property of the Queen were people you never wanted to be on the wrong side of.

But Alcana... the Goddess did not want to be second. She wanted to be the one and only, and so Killer was determined not to give her any satisfaction. No matter how enticing her body was, no matter how seductive and teasing her moves, no matter the promises of carnal delight that she radiated. Killer turned her down each and every time, as giving her even the pleasure of a single time, in this particular case, would have meant betraying Alexis, something that, of course, Killer couldn't even begin to imagine... and something that horrified him to no end.

This did not make it easy to resist the temptation, however. Alcana was a goddess, and she had godlike beauty and body and fascination. And he was, by nature, hungry and lustful. And now filled with pent-up need, after an endless period of total, forced abstinence due to the merciless rhythm of his training. The rigid control he had to master was a torture in its own right... and in their private, sick and secret game, Alcana's role was to tease him, and his was to drink her seduction, and resist her, no matter how much of an agony that control was.

The rules, after all, were clear, and Killer had effectively set them himself: the most he'd allow himself to do was to look, from a distance.

He hadn't even realized, for a long time, that there were rules and that there was a game between them: Alcana, with feminine smartness and malice, did play on her own for quite some time, quickly understanding what the huge male would tolerate from her and what would cause his wrath.

The rules were that never would she take on Alexis's look again, and never would she have teased him in solitude: her attacks always came with other people around them, usually Ira and Gaia. The company was just a variable and a further stimulus: at one moment or another, Alcana was always able to find a moment in which the attention of the others was fixed on other things enough to deliver her tease.

She was slow and gradual, and took a good few months of torturous build-up, but she finally did insert the touching in the game.

Not touching each other, no... she did never touch Killer, and Killer never touched her. But she touched herself, and she did so thinking of him, and did so for him and for no one else, aware that he was watching. The moments in which such attacks happened were the most various and diverse. One afternoon, Ira had leaded Killer towards the Monastery's incredible, immense library to pick up more history books and manuals of magic arts for him to study, and both Gaia and Alcana had accompanied them. For Killer, it was the first time in the Eaglenest's Archives, and the visit of that sacred place, as the huge male had been told, was a major event to remember.

And indeed, it had been.

There was no telling how many books, archives, and rows of rolled up strolls were conserved on the incredible half-a-mile tall shelves made of millenary oak finely chiseled. The Library, built as a Cathedral, had a wide, spacious nave and two further aisles on both sides, with columns of lodestone shaped like trees, and wonderful, tall and bold arches that extended the height of the immense room to almost one full mile, the structures modeled to look like the branches of the trees of a thick, luscious forest. Killer had walked a few steps into the immense room, gaping, and he had raised his gaze up along the unbelievable, skyscraper-like columns, the roof so far above them that it seemed to be the sky itself, and not a ceiling. Nothing, nothing at all Killer had seen went close to the magnificence of the sacred library. Whenever the eye looked, there were books. Shelves as tall and big as skyscrapers towered in ordinate rows, and walkways marked each floor, tiny angels walking on those in the distance to pick up the books they wanted.

The light of the sun came in from enormous, sharp-arched windows with wonderful colored glass drawings: figures of angels and heroes - Killer recognized a gargantuan image of Vesta in one of the windows - that were crossed by the sunlight and projected on the marble floor.

The huge male looked straight up above himself, turning slowly on the spot and taking in as much as he could of the monumental, godlike temple, the amazement at what he saw making him gaze from side to side, too many wonders to take and process at once.

And it became even more incredible when Gaia quietly took his hand and explained with a smile that the Library hadn't been built... but carved into the mountain.

The immense temple had once been little more than a far smaller natural cave that, somehow, had formed inside a normally dense spike of lodestone jutting up one mile from the top of the monolith. It had taken literally Eons to expand the cave, and chisel and sculpture and cut the hard, almost invincible lodestone to create the unbelievable wonder he now was admiring. Trillions of days of hard work. Billions and billions of years.

The Mortal cathedrals of the ancient times, in comparison, were nothing, as impressive as they were, however many centuries they had taken to be built.

Metatrons with their silvery masks and floating scrolls were busy all over the Library, many of them working in front of huge, ancient books on many of the crescent-shaped desks disposed down the aisles of the library. A few angels mounted the guard to the invaluable archives, standing along the walls and armed with spears in some cases and with magic-enhanced assault rifles in others, and Killer saw a dozen of Initiated, future Seraphims in training, studying over an ungodly pile of manuals and books distributed all over the huge hardwood desk. There were also rich and elegant Benevolents, the people of Heaven, walking around in their colored robes and picking up books: at a long deck near the entrance, a crowd of severe-looking Metatrons checked each and every book that was brought out. Most of the volumes were too precious to ever be allowed to leave the Library, while most of the remaining were borrowed only after paying an often massive amount of gold coins.

There was no doubt that the Library was one of the greatest reserves of Knowledge in the universe... if not the greatest of all.

Ira and Gaia had leaded them down the endless, miles-long nave, until finally they had approached one of the enormous wooden towers that lead up the walkways mounted on the skyscraper-tall shelves. Every thousand feet or so down the aisles, in fact, huge towers of finely chiseled massive wood gave access to the upper rows of books. And it wasn't saying little, as the shelves were over half a mile tall, so that ramps upon ramps of stairs climbed up each tower, leading to landings that gave onto the next ramp of steps and connected to the walkway running the shelves' length.

Killer had been surprised by the simple wooden stairs, expecting something more comfortable to be provided for a vertical climb of half mile... but Ira had explained to him firmly that knowledge was power, and it deserved respect and required devotion and preparation. The most precious books and archives and strolls were conserved high up on the top shelves, and there was no lift to reach them: who wanted such knowledge had to be prepared to sweat for it, and the stair was a symbolic reminder of that. It took a genuine wish to know, to climb the hundreds and hundreds of steps which made up a physical image of the difficult ascension to wisdom.

And it was on the tower that Alcana's mischief came into play.

Gaia and Ira opened the way, climbing up the first few ramps rapidly, while Alcana followed slowly, and Killer, behind her, had to follow the pace she set. He had been practically forced to admire her supernatural beauty, the seductive swaying of her hips, the tantalizing movements of her perfect, shapely buttocks. And Alcana always dressed in wonderful ways: she was known for it, for her ability to underline her beauty with the perfect choice of clothes. That day, she wore a long black dress, which contrasted spectacularly with her golden scales, and which had drapes meant to cover, and at the same time underline and put in full evidence all of her forms, to the maximum: her prodigious breasts, the flat and toned belly, the seductive hips, the long legs and breath-catching thighs.

And Killer, following from a few steps behind her, had in front of himself the full majesty of the sight, with Alcana mischievously climbing the stair with deliberate slowness... until Ira, a pair of ramps ahead of them, snorted irritably and bent over the parapet to call downwards towards them.

"What the hell is taking you so long?"

It was the chance that Alcana had probably been expecting and trying to create all along, as she stopped, roughly eight steps ahead of Killer, a huge window in the distance giving light in the background... and maliciously, with apparent innocence that hid her purpose, she stopped, one foot two steps above the other, and bent forwards and to the left to look up at Ira and reassure her that they were coming.

Killer didn't even really heard what she said. His attention was drawn to the soft bends of the dress, which draped around the raised thigh, evidencing it perfectly as the silk adhered to her curves.

She kept the position for a few, long moments as she had a quick exchange with Ira, and she seemed to all but ignore Killer's presence... and in that time, her hand landed gently on her thigh, and stroked over it, over the black silk, with a gesture that felt natural and casual... but that lasted one second too much.

It was just one moment, but it was what changed a distract, casual movement into an unmistakable caress, an invite to look on, to admire, a tease to Killer, a gift and a torture at the same time, as he saw the incredible intimacy with which her hand slowly stroked, fingers pressing the sink onto her smooth scales, rubbing it into the hot and soft curve of her thigh, all the way up to her groin.

It was soon over, and she walked onwards up the stairs without even meeting Killer's gaze, but her message had not gone missed, as the huge male swallowed nervously and felt a hot breath escaping him as his member twitched hungrily in his pants, threatening to harden up and forcing him to try and gain back calm and control.

They finally emerged on a walkway around midway up the shelves, and Ira gave Alcana a look which, Killer thought, carried a good bit of suspect, but the Goddess only smiled serenely and walked past the Seraphim, joining Gaia a few steps down the walkway, Nature looking unsurprised, probably aware that Alcana had delivered another tease.

"Something wrong...?" Ira asked firmly, whispering to Killer as he stepped on the walkway himself, but he shook his head slowly after giving her a look that he hoped would not give away his excitement too much.

"Then move faster, instead of wasting time." The Seraphim ordered, and he snapped an ironic military salute which earned a glare, before the black cobra picked an enormous book with a thick leather cover from the shelf, and then immediately another even larger, with a blue cover this time, handing them into Killer's arms and earning a surprised grunt from him at the weight of the two fearsomely huge volumes.

"Fire magic and Ice magic." Ira announced clearly, before adding: "We believe they are elements you have a strong affinity with... and no, it is not normal." The Seraphim précised, holding a finger up as he frowned and opened his mouth to ask. "Fire and Ice are diametrically opposed, and it is extremely rare that someone is gifted for both at once. But then again, you are all about contrasts. You are made of Light and Darkness, after all... nothing else surprises me anymore about you."

"Wait until you see me naked before you say that." Killer couldn't help but tease, grinning stupidly, and Ira looked at him sourly even as Alcana laughed and Gaia coughed into a fist, hiding a quiet laugh herself.

"Asshole." Ira said, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "I think I should not teach you about magic, but force you to use your upstairs brain instead of the downstairs one."

"It would be a mission failed even before starting it." Killer replied playfully, and Ira smiled slightly despite herself, before patting a hand on the books in his arms.

"Back to serious things... Gaia here is a major expert of the nature of everything and everyone, and she has something interesting to say." Ira announced, before letting Gaia explain, the Goddess nodding quietly and bowing forwards a bit.

"You are made of Light and Darkness, Lust, Wrath and at the same time Courage and Justice. Light and Darkness are the beginning and the end of everything, and once you'll break the seals your power will be such that it is likely to affect everything you want to. However, I've been studying you..." Nature paused, looking over him for a moment, even as her cheeks blushed to a mild red shade. "I do believe you will show a particular affinity with Fire and Ice. Your Element, however, is Metal, and for the precision, Gold. And again, there is a contradiction, as Fire is normally enemy of the Metal element. You are incredibly complex, Killer..."

The huge male paused silently for a moment, and then shrugged a bit, replying calmly: "Everything is complex. I don't even know well what enemies and what threats I'm supposed to bring down yet. This whole situation is a mess... and if I'm to be the solution, I can't be simple. I must be as complex as the problem I have to solve."

"Hell, Heaven, us Gods... we have been debating around your nature." Alcana added, looking at him with a smile. "I think we all came to the conclusion that you are some kind of God... a new, evolved species of God, as nothing is or has been like you in the Eons that we have lived. Someone, like me and Gaia, is firm in declaring that you must be one... others, for fear or envy or cowardice or for skepticism, deny it."

"Me... a God...?" Killer asked hesitatingly, frowning and biting his lips slowly. "But I cannot be... how could I be...?" He asked nervously, looking at Ira for support, for an answer. "None of my family is a god, and I cannot be one. Right...? There must be... thousands far more deserving than me."

"I doubt of it, honestly." Ira replied gently, and she put a hand on his shoulder, making him fall silent in surprise, as his lips crested in a grateful smile. "We already discussed of it, Killer. A monster would not fear or regret his Lusts, and never would deny himself the pleasures his power can give him, no matter the horror that they cause. You worry for it all. You restrain yourself, your desires, your very power, in order to keep control and do what's Right." The Seraphim paused, and then smiled warmly as she looked into his eyes with affection in her own emerald irises. "You are power hungry like no one else in the deep... and your darkness is terrifying. But you know it, and keep yourself at bay, no matter how hard it is to do so. There's nothing more godlike than that. Few are ready to ignore their desires to pursue what's Right. It takes a strength far nobler than that of muscles, in order to do what's Right. And you do have both strengths. In spades."

"Thank you." Killer said gently, smiling at her gratefully, before Alcana added: "We have no certainty about your nature yet, Killer. But one thing is obvious and certain: your power is greater than that of a demon, than that of an angel... and we have just begun to scratch the surface at all. There is no telling how great it'll prove once you unleash it."

Killer looked at her for a moment, and gave her an awkward smile. Her words weren't exactly of any help, since he did not like the warm feeling of hunger, of craving for that nearly boundless power that she implied in her words. His hunger for even greater strength and power was something he had to live with, and it wasn't easy. It never had been, as Killer knew that he could get over hand and do horrible things in order to satisfy his hungers, in order to feel the rewarding feeling of his power crushing everything and everyone into submission, and it only got worse after Black Killer had started messing with his mind and showing himself and his tempting, prodigious power.

He would have honestly preferred to hear Alcana say 'sorry, there was an error, you are not the Amon-Ra'.

Ira seemed to understand it, looking at him with concern for a moment before brushing his hand briefly, so much that he wasn't sure it was intentional, before she said calmly: "We can talk about things and get you studying more comfortably down at a table."

She pointed to the stairs, and Killer walked up to take the lead on the way down, until Ira gained his side as they walked towards the administration desk where the Metatrons signed the books going out and coming back in.

"Metatrons... they hate me after the little... brawl back at the Wall." Killer muttered, and Ira looked amused, grinning a bit as she gave a small nod, playfully pointing out: "Don't worry too much about it. They are so likeable that I honestly think they hate everyone."

"They have vast responsibilities and many tasks to cover, all over Hell... and while they often are in love with the power their charge and control of Heaven gives them, they aren't all bad. And I guess they do deserve a little bit of understanding." Gaia observed quietly from behind, and Ira rolled her eyes upwards a bit, but nodded nonetheless, as even Alcana made a bit of a face, telling Killer that she hadn't a too high opinion of Metatrons either.

Killer did not expect anything good from even the little chance meeting at the library check-desk, and he prudently waited a step behind Ira as she picked the books from his arms and put them down on the desk in front of a free Metatron, the masked angel bent forwards to quickly write something in a fluent, beautiful handwriting down the long floating scroll orbiting around him quietly.

Ira tapped her fingers a bit on the desk, looking over the Metatron as she frowned a bit, her patience trialed by being utterly and deliberately ignored... before she gave a cough that was a clear call, and still went ignored.

Killer lost his temper first, and slammed a hand firmly on the wooden desk, cracking it from side to side and making the Metatron wince and nearly fall backwards out of his chair as everyone in the library turned to stare at them. "Ira is waiting." Killer said calmly, and the softness in his voice only did make it more threatening as the Metatron glared at him and slowly climbed back into his seat.

Killer gazed back at the smaller angel with firmness, and although all Metatrons in the Library were now looking at him with the clear wish of beating him into pulp, the huge male could tell that they were wondering if they were enough to try.

Apparently, they judged they were not, as the Metatron at the desk sluggishly picked up the books, tilted them up to read the titles, and easily signed them into his register, while the other Metatrons slowly returned to their own activities.

Ira glared at him, but Killer did merely grin back at her, and her glare faded a bit, turning to an amused smile as he said: "Sorry for the desk thing. Didn't plan to crack it."

The Metatron's eyes turned from the paper upwards to glare at him, but that was it as Killer again challengingly glared back... until the angel pushed the books forwards across the desk and broke the eye contact.

"Here... seraphim." The Metatron hissed, looking at Ira challengingly as he said the last word, making Ira shift uncomfortably on the spot even as her powerful arms flexed and her eyes flashed in rage barely contained. "You already have the first volume of the series. From more time than you should have had it... I just hope you are treating it decently." The Metatron added, looking back down at his papers even if his voice took on a derisive and patronizing tone that pretty clearly told he wasn't short of suggesting that Ira was negligent enough to be unable to care for a book. It made Killer's nerves twist together and burn with outrage, especially because he knew all too well by now that lots of people were negligent on their work at Eaglenest, but Ira certainly wasn't one of them. She was, in fact, the main reason the fortress continued to deliver, and without her lead standards would have undoubtedly fallen down low.

But Ira merely grinned grimly, and replied sharply: "The first book was taken up from the library and given to me by the author herself. You are not in condition to question what Vesta does."

It silenced the Metatron, who looked like he had been slapped in the face, before he grunted and ceased granting them of any of his attention at all, pointedly dropping his head on his papers and ignoring their very existence, as Ira grinned a bit to himself and walked towards the closer table, Killer following at her side with a slight smile and Alcana also following them easily, even as Gaia did look a bit displeased by how things had gone. She hated conflict, sincerely and completely, and her frown made Killer smile a bit to himself even as he quickly moved two chairs out from under the massive hardwood table, and invited the two Goddesses to sit down.

Alcana grinned a bit to him and brushed his arm as he she sat down, while Gaia smiled quietly and murmured a thank you that felt absurdly touched, considering the very small nature of his gesture. He walked around the end of the table, to sit in front of the two Goddesses, mainly because he was scared of what Alcana could have done if he sat down at her side, and he stopped by the first chair to pull it back, smiling at Ira, who blinked in surprise and stared at him for a moment before looking down at the chair like it was an alien thing.

"Thanks." She finally said, blushing a bit even as she sat down and crossed her long legs primly, muscular arms crossed on the tabletop as she looked down at the thick, massive wood while Killer sat down at her side, placing the huge books gently down on the table. She wasn't used to attentions at all, as Killer had learned all too well, and she used to get far less recognition and genuine, sincere respect than she deserved, and he had taken more than a liking for her. Sure, she was a fearsome mistress, keeping him working no matter how much he was bleeding, and she did not leave him a moment of peace with the ferocious training she put him through... But she was worth all of his respect. And he thought she deserved some company and some attention too. Everyone needs a bit of affection... everyone needs to trust someone.

Ira leaned over the table, and easily picked up the enormous book about Fire magic, caressing the leather cover with a hand slowly, a smile playing about her muzzle before she opened it, or at least Killer thought he had seen that. Probably, she had spent a lot of time studying the same subjects in the past, to become a Seraphim... Probably she used to learn faster than me, though.

"I'll save you the introduction for now." Ira announced after a moment, skipping the first, slim chapter of the massive Fire manual, before she hummed a bit to herself as she checked the successive pages... until reaching the point she was seeking, and smiling as she tapped her finger on the text. "For now, I want you to understand this. Fire is extremely good for killing and destroying, and this is obvious since the Dawn of Time. Fire magic is thus particularly devastating, and has always been developed and refined as a very offensive-focused branch of magic. It will go along very well with your crushing power: there's an immense reserve of energy in you that you can use, so that once you learn to use it, you'll be able to give a whole new meaning to the word 'destruction'." The Seraphim paused, looking at him with affection before smiling a little bit, seeming to notice his nervousness and nodding imperceptibly in acceptation of it. "I know you'll feel scared of the implications. I know you will instinctively try to suffocate your abilities, and keep them trapped in the depths of your being. But we need you to bring all of your power out, Killer... so I pray you to trust me." The Cobra smiled, and Killer looked surprised at this, before the muscular, beautiful female covered his hand with her own and squeezed on his fingers firmly. "I will not allow your darkness to take control. You won't be alone in the struggle for controlling it. We will do it together."

"All I can do to help you, I will do." Gaia added, quietly but firmly, and she put her hand over theirs, smiling to him lovingly and giving a nod as he looked back at her with gratitude.

"And do not forget about me, either." Alcana exclaimed, and she grinned a bit before squeezing their hands with her own, leaning over the table.

"Trust us." Ira pleaded quietly, and Killer smiled, before replying softly: "I trust you... it's me the one I worry about." He paused, and the Seraphim rolled her eyes a bit, but squeezed his hand again, her emerald eyes looking at him with confidence that all but shouted: 'I believe in you'.

It touched Killer immensely, and left him staring at her with a small gape, his eyes staring into hers, well knowing that never, never before he had seen Ira express such confidence in anyone... aside perhaps for the long lost goddess Azura, who she had most evidently known in the past, and for Vesta. But it was something that went even past that... true trust. It made him swallow nervously, but it was the good kind of nervous. The one that makes your soul say 'I won't disappoint'.

"Thank you, Ira." He murmured quietly, and she blushed, looking away from him and awkwardly rubbing a hand over her cobra hood, making the many piercings and rings and hearings along the edge of it giggle together lightly as she gave a little cough, giving him a look of the 'I don't know what you are talking about' type, which made him smile a bit to himself as he recognized her, after the moment of surprise.

"I'm just... confused." Killer sighed, rubbing a hand in his mane and then down over his face, rubbing at his eyes tiredly for a moment. "Lately, for me it's been a shock after another. Magic, demons, supernatural powers... for years I denied it all, now I'm in the middle of the mess. Fighting a war that, for the first time ever, confuses me. I've seen a lot of wars... mortal ones, of course... but I thought I had seen them all. I fought tank battles, took part in amphibious landings, and dealt with the infamy of trying to pacify nations broken apart by civil war, guerrilla, terrorism and plain, insensate violence." He paused, making a bit of a face as he let memories come back to him in flashes, remembering the horror of a children barely seven years old exploding and ripping into gore the soldiers that had been giving him a part of their meals. Civil wars were the worst ones... there was nothing 'civil' at all about them, and when he seen the guerrilla starting to put explosive belts on children and cubs, making them explode with remote controls when soldiers were close by, he had been disgusted and had felt truly lost. Emotionally, it had been a terrible blow... militarily, it had made things horrendously complex. Literally everything and everyone could be an explosive trap, and the enemy had the same face of the 'friends'. He had seen it once, during a difficult FID (Foreign Internal Defence) mission he had lead in the past as general of Kesteven... and many more times, far more than he should have, in his period as mercenary around the world.

He hated that kind of enemy that never showed himself, that always moved hidden behind crowds of innocents used as both shields and swords, depending on the moment. Yet, he had not been properly confused. He knew who he was fighting, and what the problem was, at least in general terms.

But now...? Gods, how lost he felt! He felt that the picture of the events had become by now so blurred and messy that nothing at all was clear anymore.

At home, in the Mortal Plane, he had dealt with Riaku and - hopefully - fixed things with him, at least in the immediate. Their relationship as father and son was still awkward, cold and distant, but that was going to take time to fix, if it ever was possible to fix it at all.

At least, Killer had been able to make Riaku realize that the real ambition of the RA organization was evil... But there started the second part of the problem, indeed. What the hell was the RA, exactly? What their plan...? 'World Conquest', of course, but that was only the beginning of the matter, not the whole picture. Only in the movies 'world conquest' does it. How they planned to act? What was their ultimate aim for the world? Who the leaders, who the pawns?

Killer knew only that Riaku was a part of the RA, but so far he had refused to share what he knew, and even Alexis, somehow, was incapable to read inside his mind and get the info they needed. Killer had dealt with the 'war fog' all his life... but he was now dealing with another, completely different level of it. The RA seemed to emerge from the ground, like an army of - technologically advanced - zombies. Prisoners were no source of info at all. Fear, torture, pain, even Alexis's mindreading, could not bring forward answers from them, as the few prisoners they had made - RA men normally fought to the death or committed suicide to avoid the capture - seemed to forget everything.

Literally. It was no fiction, but reality: some of them had been 'erased' so entirely to become stupidly-staring vegetables.

Equally useless was each and every effort of HUMINT, COMINT and SIGINT. There was no point in Human Intelligence when the possible sources of information knew nothing, and the RA, somehow, seemed to make no communications at all. No radio signals, no data transfers, nothing that the Communications Intelligence officers could listen to. No codes to decrypt, and no electromagnetic signal at all that the Signals Intelligence could pick up.

Satellite and aerial reconnaissance was also frustrated. They had no idea of what they were searching for, and they had no precise idea of where they should be looking. Killer had suspects, of course... The RA apparently originated from the South-East, from the kingdoms of Brunei, Anubia and Alfaya. But any attempt of spying onto the military installations of those countries was constantly frustrated: a thick curtain of unnatural - supernatural, indeed, I believe - fog and clouds always kept everything invisible to the satellites and high-flying drones. They were not clouds that radar or thermal sensors could pierce, either. Killer could only call it 'Fog of War', and bitterly compare it to the shapeless black that covers your enemy's positions in a strategic videogame. With a difference. This is real, and does not vanish by getting closer.

The drones which had been used to try and get into the cloud had all vanished immediately and had been utterly lost, without signs at all left of them.

And the supernatural fog was expanding, too. More and more locations, all over the world, were made invisible to his eyes and senses, further complicating things, making doubts grow within him that he might well have been looking at the wrong corner of the world... or that, at least, that one corner was only a part of a much bigger picture.

The problem was that his were effectively suspects, and little more. Alfaya was an ancient kingdom, as poor as it was bellicose and ruled by one of the most ancient royal bloodlines in the Northlands: the Raja family. Alfaya was actually an obscenely rich country: it sat on some of the biggest mineral deposits in the world, and was the absolute biggest exporter of oil in the world. The people was poor, simple and uneducated: little more than slaves, they only knew war and drilling as jobs, but the Royal Family made up in spades for that, being the richest in the whole planet, by far. A boundless economic power built on the misery of the population. The current king, Cerberus Raja, was as slimy as a eel, but as smart as a predator serpent: Killer had all kind of suspects on him, but no evidences at all... Raja always acted... well, uncollaborative, but that was the norm with him and with all his predecessors of the same family, so that there was effectively nothing that Killer could do, other than attack the country with blind rage, level it all, and drag Raja out of his golden hiding hole. With the risk of hitting the wrong target, worst of all.

Then there was the years-long issue of the New World Order Army, with Vera, the Suicide-Maker, as the most powerful weapon. Officially an 'army of liberation' meant to change the world order by subduing tigers and bring to power the other races, historically kept in a position of inferiority, the terroristic organization had been thought destroyed years before, after a raid of Special Force of Alfaya's army, under the command of the Raja royal family, which had 'secured unending rule of tigers above the world'.

But the NWOA had not died, and ever since, it had been more active than ever... with a difference: its favorite target, incoherently, had become Kesteven and Glacial, the two countries that had the most tolerant policy of all.

Killer had not failed noticing that it didn't make sense, and he had of course noticed the Raja connection too... but again, it was only a suspect. The real point of contact between RA and NWOA was indeed Vera, the dangerous, powerful Doberman female that had battled him and Alexis over and over again... She seemed to work for the RA and NWOA at once, in what seemed to be a complex plot of double dealing that Killer, from the outside, couldn't understand.

He had tried using Kesteven's HUMINT effort into the NWOA to make the terrorist aware of the way Vera worked and acted around the tigers of the RA, but, much to Killer's disappointment, there had been no concrete reaction: he had hoped to cause unrest and struggles within the clandestine army, but it had not worked... possibly because Vera was double dealing the RA in favor of the NWOA... or because that was what the NWOA members firmly believed, at least.

The point was that it all fueled the confusion, as attacks came from all directions, and Killer had long been forced on the defensive, leaving him no chances at all to take the initiative.

The first thing the strategist does is choosing where to fight. And from a long time, I'm denied this privilege... Kesteven, Glacial, and all the interventions against the demon attacks all over the world... I'm constantly ending up fighting exactly where my enemy wants me to be.

The latest level of the escalation had been the demonic attacks on the Mortal world. There was no telling if they were effectively connected in any way to the RA activities, but for sure they did advantage the mysterious organization by making Killer even more busy, by forcing him to deploy his military forces everywhere, with a constant, enormous effort that was wearing down his forces at the same time as it stretched them thin. Worse still, the demonic attacks had ended up being viewed from most of the world not for what they were, but as an excuse for Kesteven to deploy his forces around the world in a sort of FID-masked invasion.

Killer and his soldiers went to help and fix things, and more often than not they were treated as invaders, often as literally to be fired upon... and the most extreme theorist of the conspiracy had gone so far to claim that the monsters were nothing else than genetically-engineered abominations that Kesteven had produced and that, in the best case, had lost the control of, while the worst case was the accuse that they were being released on the world on purpose to ease and justify military intervention.

It was a nightmare. Unending confusion, and hate on the rise. The foreign powers by now saw Kesteven as a threat to their survival, and a world war on the empire felt closer and closer with every hour that passed. The RA and NWOA grew stronger and stronger by the minute, and Killer had little to no clue and choice. He was basically seeing the world crumbling before him, feeling increasingly cornered and starting to wonder if his efforts of helping the world weren't sorting the exact opposite effect of what he hoped to achieve. Internally, he was not yet questioned at all... but of course opposition was on the rise. After all, the people of the Empire were getting tired of unending wars... especially since they did not brought much gratitude, but mostly hate from the rest of the world.

And now his responsibility stretched all the way to Heaven and Hell: Heaven was being invaded, and it was slowly but inexorably losing terrain. Rogue Gods like Anubis and Sobek added to the chaos, and the 7 Gods and Elelyon, God Himself, were in the chaos.

Some of the 7 Gods were "the enemy". But no one was exactly sure of who and why. Killer suspected Taranis and Thanathos, but he simply did not know at the end of the day, honestly.

The only thing Killer knew for sure was that he was supposed to fix it all. And that, to say the very least, scared him.

"More than power, I need clarity. Why everyone wants me to power up, when I don't even know exactly who, what my enemy is...? Where will I use all this power, and how?" Killer asked, making a grimace as he leaned back in his seat, as if to rear away from the power the manuals on the table made available. "For what I know, I might only be making the game of someone else. I've long lost the grip over the situation, and I feel like I'm being..." He hesitated, pausing and making a grimace of distaste, before Ira concluded for him: "Used."

She was leaning over the table, muscular arms crossed and her gaze fixed down on the wooden surface as she nodded quietly in understanding.

"Lord Killer... I know how frustrating it must all be. Or at least, I try to imagine." Gaia said quietly, giving a bit of a nod before taking his huge hand in her own, looking at him firmly and letting him stare into her eyes. "There is not a single enemy, Killer... this is not a simple, or conventional war. Everything is blurred, confused, mixed up. And the fault lays, first of all, on us Seven Gods. We sit at the same table, but we all have different visions, and many of us have very personal targets and ambitions to pursue. For whole Eons, we have smiled to each other, and then plotted between us, in groups or alone, in a power struggle that has gone way too far." The wonderful snow leopardess sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head slowly as she held into his hand for dear life. "I would give you all the answers if I could, Killer. I pray you to believe me, I would. But I do not know. The 'fog of war', as I know you call it, is obscuring things for me as for everyone else. I could tell you here and now why you and Alexis were separated, who, in the Council of the 7, voted to separate you two and who did oppose the move..." Killer's eyes narrowed a bit and his gaze moved to Alcana as the dragoness blushed and shrunk in her chair, evidently nervous at Gaia's proposal, and the huge male felt new suspects - near certainties - grow within him, but he decided not to press on the matter, at least for now. Gaia did not seem to notice, as she quietly continued. "... but I know it would not help. It would be wrong to assume anything from that single vote, as I know that each of us Gods have voted basing ourselves on our own considerations. Taranis, for example... I've suspected of him myself most of the time. He is War. The fog of war, the confusion of the fronts... he could well be the one who mastered it all, but I know that he mostly does fear your concurrence and rising power. And besides..." Gaia paused, biting her lower lips a bit and then looking up at him nervously. "Much as I know it hurts and feels like a torture on you two, I cannot deny that there's a rationality behind keeping you and Alexis separated."

Killer made a grimace and snorted irritably, but just turned away for a moment, feeling his blood boiling but not reacting... before he finally sighed and gifted Gaia with a slight smile as she looked at him worriedly.

"I... understand, Gaia. I think I do... and... thank you, anyway."

"Point is, Killer..." Alcana observed hesitatingly, before continuing with a bit more conviction when he turned to listen to her. "Point is that there is not a compact front, but enemies and... not-friends." She paused awkwardly, musing in search of a better way to phrase it, but apparently deciding that there was not. "Some of these enemies are collaborating, undoubtedly. The RA is in contact, somehow, with someone in Hell and perhaps someone else even here in Heaven. Other enemies might be pursuing a wholly different final objective, but in doing it, they are, perhaps not even consciously, aiding the other enemies' efforts. And then there are not-friends, which do not trust you, and make things harder... I'm thinking of the Righteous, for example: their organization is certainly not mastering the conquest of the universe, but they will oppose you, and make things harder."

"We could make many examples. Anubis and Sobek are two other... non-friends, if you want." Ira intervened, looking at him as she tapped her fingers on the table a bit. "They'll want to 'judge' you, and perhaps use you, too, as a weapon for their return to power. And they are both Gods, Killer." The Seraphim paused, making a grimace before straightening with a sigh. "We are trying to find where they are hiding, but for all the power we have, and I mean Gods and Seraphims and Metatrons and Arkangels, so it is a hell of a lot, we have not managed to find their den. We are trying to keep them away from you, Killer... but they might get past our guard somehow. And if you'll have to defend yourself, you'll need to be ready. They are powerful Gods... and plenty dangerous." The cobra nodded, closing her eyes for a moment before looking again into the deep of his own, emerald irises gleaming beautifully. "In the end, it does not matter that we do not know our enemy. Our enemy knows us... and it will come seeking us. We do not need to chase them down... but we must be ready for when they'll arrive chasing us down."

"And be ready to fight on the terrain they chose, as well." Killer muttered, and Ira nodded wisely, grinning a bit as she observed teasingly: "It is a consequence of not calling the shots."

The huge male smiled at her, shaking his head with mild amusement, and the Seraphim pushed the huge manual in front of him with a finger, then tapping it on the page.

"Time to study." She said calmly, grinning as he made a pleading face. "And don't look to me that way. We both know you can trust me as mentor because I teach you stuff, not because I give you breaks."

"Bitch." Killer noted playfully even as he made a serious face and looked down at the book, laughing when she shoved him with a bit, letting out a growl that carried no real irritation.

The basic of magic fire is, simply put, super-heating an object, living or inanimate alike. The Energy in the air or within an object or person, even the soul itself in the most extreme cases, are super-heated to incredible temperatures.

Evocate and focus magic fire in open space, from thin air, is far more complex than it appears: most mages find it a lot easier to superheat into magic fire something that already exists; an object of any kind. Pyrokinetics, which have a supernatural, direct control of fire independent from spells and magic itself, and higher-level mages, can use their vital energy to create devastating flames, but this eats energy away at a tremendous rate, and it takes a great power to sustain a long fight this way.

The most powerful and skilled pyrokinetics and mages are able to draw the enemy in the air to use as base for their attacks.

_The next step is Stabilizing the flames and focus the power of Fire, confining it in a spell of some kind, in a beam, in a weapon, or using it for widespread destruction. The most common use, however, is the Fire Ball: tremendous heat and power confined in a relatively very small volume, accelerated - and thus further heated - magically and turned into a mortal projectile capable to release all of its power upon impact. _

"Now I know what principle stands behind you throwing fireballs at me." Killer commented playfully, grinning as he looked to the side to give Ira a teasing gaze.

"Concentrate." Ira replied simply, before grinning a bit herself. "You'll better focus and see if you can learn a way not to get hit all the time."

"Fair point." Killer conceded, nodding wisely, before delving again in the reading.

The most complex use of Fire is the creation or evocation of sentient, living creatures of fire, puppets of the mage's intentions in the most common case, or capable to think independently in the most sophisticated cases of magic. This is the most complex and dangerous level the Art can reach, and it makes a mage or pyrokinetic of exceptional level to accomplish a successful evocation: many greedy mages which tried without being ready have been victim of their creations gone out of control.

As with all of Magic, the exploration and understanding of the Art of Fire is, to this day, still incomplete and expanding, despite Eons of use: the Magic Fire is used by all armies and by almost all mages, and by many pyrokinetics, and has long conquered a position of absolute prominence in the tactics and strategies of any battle or siege.

Yet, not even the greatest of Pyrokinetics or mages can claim to have ever matched the natural control of fire that Dragons do posses, which remains, by far, the most powerful. Many mages have tried studying the secrets of the devastating power of the Dragon's fire, but any attempt has been in vain. Dragons remain a fearsome weapon, and Heaven makes extensive use of them as mounts for the elite of the Seraphim and Arkangel divisions, the Crusaders.

"Crusaders...?" Killer asked curiously, and Ira nodded, grinning as she polished her claws against the thick leather of her bra.

"The elite of the elites. And you are talking to a Crusader, technically." Ira said cheerfully, taking obvious pride in it. "Basically, the best Seraphims and Arkangels can get into an additional course, which starts with the capture and the taming of one of Heaven's dragons. Who fails to get one, is automatically out of the unit..." She paused, grinning before nodding firmly, adding: "Then again, who fails to get one normally is dead meat in the attempt, so that there's no crying anyway."

Killer made a grimace at that, but Ira only smiled... and he turned his attention towards Alcana, who was looking at him teasingly, her chin resting in the palm of her hand as she clearly expected him to put forwards a question.

"So, you...?" The huge male quietly started, and the Goddess laughed amusedly before shaking her head slowly.

"Of course no. I'm a dragoness, but I'm only... a distant descendant of the race, an evolution of it. The mount dragons are of course bigger, feral, and way different in all aspects and appearance. I do have excellent control of fire though... indeed, without fear of being vain, I have better capabilities at that than even feral dragons." Alcana explained easily, before opening the palm of the other hand and easily creating a small sphere of incredibly luminous flames, the temperature of which was all but unfathomable as the ball glowed a bright, eye-hurting white.

It was blinding, and so hot that the paper of the books on the table was visibly about to self-ignite and burn, while Killer's mouth opened with a breathless gasp, the heat suddenly crushing and unbearable. Everyone in the Library turned towards their table in shock and evident worry, but it was all immediately over as Alcana smiled and clenched her fist shut, the fireball vanishing back into her easily.

"Impressive." Killer observed with sincere admiration, and Alcana grinned cheerfully, even as the male turned back to Ira. "So, I'm guessing the Crusaders receive additional training and preparation too."

"Of course." Ira answered simply, shrugging a bit. "The Crusaders course refines the combat performances to bring them to the very highest standards... It lasts as long as it takes. Literally. But only if you prove worth the effort: applicants are dropped continuously and in numbers from the Crusader courses. There are many trials to overcome, and you have to keep your marks high along the training period... as soon as you fall under the threshold, unless you have shown some real promise that gains you a second chance due to the time and effort already invested in you, or you are kicked out without ceremonies."

"The Crusaders are Heaven's true pride... and they are, simply put, the Cavalry. They are the ones that, like in the movies, come charging into battle and save the day." Gaia explained with a smile from her position, and Killer nodded, gazing over Ira with a smile playing about his muzzle with yet new pride and admiration for her achievements.

She had chosen the path of facts, it was clear: for all the hostility and nasty gazes and words they used against her, she had answered with her excellence, succeeding where the others failed. It had just made her even more hated and envied by most, but who had a bit of brain had no alternative but respecting her, at the very least.

She was alone. Lonely and made cold by the hostility she had had to live with for some reason that Killer still hadn't discovered, but she had made herself honor in all kind of ways.

"Back to... well, me." Killer hesitatingly said after a long period of silence during which he read further into the manual. Ira turned to him with genuine interest, and both Gaia and Alcana smiled at him encouragingly. "You said I should be a pyrokinetic... but also have control of other elements to some degree, most notably Ice, right...?"

"Correct." Gaia answered gently, smiling and nodding, before opening the second manual and adding: "I believe you will be able to use the Energy in your body and in the air or into objects and people to form water, and eventually ice it over, with the same ease I foresee you mastering Fire. For some reason, these two very different, normally contrasting powers are both strong in you."

"In practice, you will not really need to learn spells to obtain what you want when dealing with Fire and Ice, as they will obey you." Alcana added wisely, pushing the Ice manual towards him with a smile, letting him see the illustration of an heavily armored Demon Lord being defeated with an Ice-based attack which was able to exploit the slits between the armor plates, the minimum creaks, the smallest weak points.

Ira nodded in agreement, and then looked at him seriously as he turned to her curiously. "Magic allows to master elemental attacks too, but it makes for the most difficult way of obtaining the result. It takes a mage with great skill and great power to truly use elements in a battle, for a long period. It is incredibly draining, and can leave the mage without energies in a short time. Then there is the easier, most effective way... "

"Supernatural powers." Alcana completed, and Ira nodded wisely, closing her eyes and crossing her arms on her chest as she leaned back in the chair and the Goddess of love explained: "Gaia here, of course, is the Apotheosis of Elemental Control."

The dragoness nudged Gaia teasingly, winking to her with a smile, but the shy leopardess only blushed and shrunk a bit between her shoulders, looking down humbly. Killer had no doubts of it, however, and was not surprised: as shy and quiet as Gaia was, she radiated a fearsome power that he had not missed, ever since he had first met her.

"She is Nature, and all elements obey her completely. Try to wrestle her for control over the Elements is a lost battle, one without hopes... But you, Killer, have enough power and elemental control to beat most, if not all mages quite easily. Certainly when it comes to Fire and Ice in particular, you'll have little in terms of rivals, once your skills are honed. And we believe you'll show more than a fair share of control and power over the other elements as well." Alcana announced, and Killer stared at her for a moment before meeting Gaia's eyes as she nodded in agreement, and then turning to Ira to see his Mentor nodding wisely as well, making him swallow a bit as he repressed a shiver that carried both excitement and fear.

There was a moment of silence as Killer came to terms with the before Killer paused and then asked curiously: "Being so... contrasting, and so mixed up... does it make me a jack of all trades, master of none?"

Gaia blinked, looking surprised at the question and frowning thoughtfully as Alcana gazed at him seriously, seeming to be thinking what she should answer... But it was Ira who simply observed: "Kind of, perhaps." She shrugged, and then grinned a bit as she looked at him. "But jack is not the term I'd use. You have such an incredible reserve of power within you, that once you hone your skills a little, there won't be that many capable to match you. You don't born master and owner of a special skill, or element, but you have such a fearsome reserve of energy in you that you might well become a master in all fields one day, if you expand your capabilities and knowledge enough. But technically no, you do not are the unrivalled master of any particular field. You are good at all of them, particularly great at some, but master of none."

"Reassuring." Killer muttered, looking down at the manual with a bit of a face. But it wasn't actually a bad thing: such a flexibility would mean that he had the potential to adapt and rise to any challenge, without sticking to always the same techniques and spells and element and power... on the other hand, there was not a field in which he genuinely was without rivals. At least for the moment, anyway, as his training was effectively still at the beginning, and they kept telling him that he had the potential to reach fearsome levels.

Having seen Black Killer in his mind, Killer was scared that they might have been right.

Ira and Gaia were both particular supportive. As he read into the Fire manual, they both were always ready and eager to answer to all his questions, and Killer, despite hating the studying by principle, was growing genuinely fascinated by the subject, so that he posed continuous questions. Time passed swiftly, as around them angels and Benevolents of all races and looks moved on their own paths across the library, until, eventually, it grew late and less and less people walked upon the amazing floors of marble around them.

And it was then that Killer saw Alcana delivering another of her offensives.

He had already grown experienced enough of her that he knew all too well how her eyes took on a delighted, teasing gleam when she was playing her mischief. They almost grew wet as they grew luminous, but there was no sign of crying, no. It was bliss. Happiness that she was barely able to contain.

Killer noticed it as he briefly looked up from the manual while he turned the page, and he missed a breath as he met her eyes. He gazed worriedly to Ira, sitting at his side, and at Gaia who smiled at him gently from the other side of the table, and he wondered what Alcana was up to, with both the Seraphim and Nature so close to them...

And then he understood, shifting on the chair a bit as he saw that both of her hands were out of view, and he instinctively knew that she was, at best, caressing herself. Very possibly, she was daring even more intimate touching of herself, her eyes fixed on him with tangible craving, regardless of the fact that, at any moment, Ira or Gaia could have caught sign of what was going on.

It made Killer grow stiff on the chair, and Ira frowned a bit at him, noticing the sudden change... before he stood quickly up, looking around the by now empty library and saying awkwardly: "I think we should... go, now, shouldn't we?"

Ira looked at him with a deeper frown, which was both genuinely curious and suspicious as she leaned back in her chair a bit... But Alcana smiled and shook her head slowly, putting her hands casually down on the table, knowing he'd notice it, as she said amusedly: "No, we can stay some more. They won't chase us away... much as they'd like to."

Ira snorted in agreement at that, turning her gaze onto a Metatron that passed by, followed by a thick group of books that floated quietly in the air as he brought them back to their places and gave them a look that very clearly, very insistently "invited" them to get out.

"Take it easy boy, we're staying some more to enjoy the beauty of this place!" Ira called teasingly, grinning cheerfully and waving a hand at him, and the silvery-masked angel looked at her with an expression that carried both shock, outrage and hate. It only made the muscular female grin wider as she nodded a bit to herself.

"Metatrons are powerful and dangerous. They shouldn't be teased that much." Gaia observed seriously, but the Seraphim slapped Killer's huge bicep lightly and said: "We are with Killer. They now know they must attack in force to take him down... there's not enough of them at the moment for them to be bold enough to try."

"They can arrive extremely rapidly for what I learned, thank you." Killer replied with a grimace. "I'd like to avoid another war for at least a few days more."

"I'd like to show Lord Killer a book he might like." Alcana announced after a moment, and Killer almost winced, looking up with an hesitant smile and darting a sideways gaze to Ira, hoping she'd say no as the Dragoness goddess stood up and added: "It'll take just a few minutes. A little break he's deserved."

Ira gazed at him with suspect, and he all but looked at her imploringly... but she either ignored it, or misunderstood it as longing to go, as she nodded, closing her eyes. "Fine. But be back swiftly, so we can make more progress here."

Killer's huge shoulders slumped a bit at that, while Alcana's grin grew wider as she easily walked around the table and gained his side, wrapping a lithe but strong arm around his bulging bicep, guiding him along with a smile that was happy and teasing at the same time.

Her touch sent a warm shiver of pleasure through his body, and he couldn't say he minded the way she craved him, nor did he dislike Alcana at all: she was physically stunning, and was far from unpleasant as a person. But he felt uneasy and awkward around her, with how things had gone between them from the very first meeting onwards. Alcana did not just crave him for a night, not for a steady relation... she loved him with as much dedication as Alexis did. She wanted to serve him, stand at his side and get his love and adoration all for herself, and that meant that she basically wanted to take Alexis's place, something that, of course, Killer did not want to happen. There was simply no way for anyone to take Alexis's place in his life and in his heart. There was no chance at all. No creak, no possibility, no hope. Yet, Alcana wasn't one for surrenders, and she continued with her offensive... and much as it had no effect in making Killer forget about Alexis, not even for a fraction of second, her teasing had definitely an effect on his body, on his lusts long unsatisfied, on his hungers left unfed.

And as he followed her down the immense Library and then as they turned into a miles-long aisle now desert and dark as the Metatrons had turned the lights off and all other people had long left, he knew she was about to escalate her offensive to a whole new level.

And he wasn't sure he was ready for it.

They walked down the aisle for perhaps three hundred feet, the only light coming from the stained-glass windows of the immense cathedral-library, and it was only moon and star light, soft and mild, which projected on them the looming shadows of the two mile-high walls of shelves filled with books and strolls on both sides of the long corridor.

Alcana finally did stop, and Killer looked at her nervously as she smiled up at him lovingly and then darted gazes to the two distant ends of the immense aisle, making sure that no one was in sight.

"Alcana..." Killer said quietly, before closing his eyes and feeling angry at himself more than at her. She was doing it all out of love, and he did not have the heart to be really angry at her. He felt sorry, not furious. She had set her eyes on probably the only thing in the universe that, no matter her merits, fascination, beauty and power, she could not get. "Why are you doing this to yourself...? With Gaia and Ira around, too!"

"I'm doing nothing to them. They do not matter. No one does matter. I'm doing it for you, and because of you." Alcana replied with soft but firm voice, her beautiful eyes staring up at his with adoration and longing. But she respected the unspoken rules of their little 'war'. She did not touch him, slowly removing her arm from his, even as her fingers stretched towards his mighty musculature longingly, making it clear how much she wanted to even just rub a hand down his chest.

"Look, Lord and Master Killer, only God I recognize." She added solemnly, smiling as she reached her hand slowly down, fingers brushing delicately down the folds of silk of her long vest, before she brushed this aside before him, lifting the cloth out of the way, letting him see her naked thighs, her beautiful long legs, the smooth golden scales gleaming with streaks of hot juice of need. "Look, my Lord... dripping my divine nectar, just because you are here, and your presence makes me go through the torture of unbearable desire." Alcana closed her eyes, letting her head fall back with an heavenly sigh, her hand rubbing slowly down her smooth thigh, fingers stroking into the thick stream of desire as it gleamed in the moonlight, and she let out an hissing sigh of delight, which made Killer swallow thickly as he struggled to keep his member flaccid, his body flexing a bit despite himself and his enormous cock twitching hungrily in his boxers even as a shiver of worry went down his back, his gaze darting to the end of the aisle as the goddess let out another moan, even louder this time.

"Alcana, stop that." He said quietly but urgently, for the first time in his life worried about being found in company of a moaning, blissful partner, but the dragoness shook her head slowly and let out another dreamy sigh instead: "I can't help it... you are here, so close, I see your beauty, I feel your presence, I smell your virile scent, and I bathe in the power you radiate, and feel it wash over me like an angry, mighty ocean... and it makes me lose myself, like a wave battering me off the cliff and into the roaring waters." She paused, biting her lower lips a bit even as she rolled her head on her shoulders, her eyes opening to gaze at him with burning intensity... and her finger traced upwards along her thigh, following the wet streak of her need. "How can you resist this...?" She asked quietly, and he could feel the fear and the sadness in her voice. "You never turn down an offer of pleasure like mine... And now you can have me... a goddess, ready to give you all you want, all you wish for, ready to worship and serve and expand your power... And you refuse the offer, no matter the strain and pain it gives you..." Her voice died down, before her eyes trembled as tears surface in her soulful, beautiful gaze, making it even harder for him, even before she asked with trembling voice: "Am I inadequate...? Am I... ugly...?" She swallowed thickly, fighting back her tears even as new drops of hot, craving desire rolled down her long legs, Killer's eyes met irresistibly to them as he smelled her tantalizing promise of pleasure and felt all of her need, struggling desperately to contain and repress his own.

"I can change myself, Lord Killer... for you, I'll change permanently, I'll make myself look exactly the way you want me to. You want me muscular, don't you...? I... I can do it. I will do it."

"I know." Killer replied calmly, his voice gentle but firm, making her shiver visibly before him, wet eyes staring up at him. "And Alcana, you are beautiful. Absolutely, completely, unbelievably beautiful... and I like you the way you are, without you having to change at all. Indeed, I want you to be yourself, as there's no better Alcana than the true one."

"But... you still... you still refuse... me." Alcana whispered with pained, horrified voice, and Killer felt horrible for a moment, even though he knew he was doing the right thing. A memory of Alexis snuggling into his arms as they shared a moment of intimate, simple relax cuddling under the sheets did give him all the firmness, resolve and strength he needed.

"Alcana, I would never refuse you if yours was an offer, and we both know it." Killer said softly, but his firmness was as solid and unmovable as Lodestone. "But yours is not an offer, it is a claim. And it hurts me to turn it down, it hurts me to renounce to such honor and pleasure and delight, and more than anything else, honestly, it hurts me how I make you suffer... But your claim can only meet a firm no, Alcana. It always will meet a no."

"I love you. I want to give myself to you. I want you to love me." Alcana replied softly, looking up at him with need in her eyes, irises burning with passion. "How can this be a claim...?"

"It is a claim because you want me for yourself. You aren't satiated with love, my most sincere love goes to Diana, for example, and you know it well... but that love is not what you seek." Killer paused, shaking his head slowly and closing his eyes with a drawn-out sigh. "You want me to adore you. You want to be the one I choose as soulmate, the one I share my everything with... and it honors me, in a way." He looked at her firmly now, his eyes opening to gaze into hers with gentle but invincible firmness. "But Alcana... I already have found my soulmate. There is only one person I truly do adore past any chance of describing. Alexis owns me, just as I own her. Alexis is my Sun, my Moon and my Sky. And for all your beauty, your power, your fascination... you can't change that. There's only one thing sure and certain and set into not even stone, but in the stars, about me: and that is that I'm complete only with Alexis. The only one Goddess for me, is Alexis."

Alcana stared at him silently for a long time, struggling to repress the mixture of desperation and rage that pushed tears at her eyes, before she closed them and asked quietly: "So I can never have you...?"

"You could have me. Any day, any time. Even now." Killer replied gently, reaching a finger up gently to drain the single tear leaking down her cheek, as her eyes flashed open in surprise and gazed up at him in expectation. "Alcana, I do like you. And not just physically. I know there's much about you that I can love... but you want the only one thing in the universe that nothing and no one will ever have a chance to give you. You can't take Alexis's place. Don't even try to, because that will just drive me away. But love me honestly, if you will. Accept that my heart already has a home, and you'll have your own room in it. You know well that there are many ones I do love... from Diana to Vesta, from Athena to even Nike. And I'm sure I'll love you too, Alcana, if you show me your true self. But no matter how much it hurts, your room will be sealed until you accept that you can't have me whole."

"I should... content myself." Alcana observed hesitatingly, with an hint of coldness in the way she pronounced the word content... But Killer just nodded firmly.

"I'm sorry, Alcana, but that is it. You'll always be welcome, and I'll always have a kiss for you... but Alexis's place, you never can have."

The Goddess fell silent, closing her eyes and backstepping into the darkness a bit, her hand reaching up to wipe at her eyes as Killer stood silently by... before she grinned and her eyes opened with a gleam of challenge. "I can do you more than Alexis can. I'm a Goddess... I can give you all you wish for. And no matter how long it takes, I will show it to you, until you'll understand that you do love and want me."

Killer closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, before announcing quietly: "You are deluding yourself, Alcana. I already do like you... but at the same time, all I really wish for, is Alexis. And being a Goddess, and being able to take on her look, will never make you into her. You have no chance."

"We'll see who has to surrender fist, my Lord." Alcana teased, grinning again as her eyes burned with renewed passion, her tears fought back and forgotten, as she chose the long way, but chose it with awareness, and with confidence in her skills. Again, her hand slid down her flat abdomen, rolling slowly down the curve of a wide, feminine hip as her fingers spread to caress teasingly down the silk of her long vest, before she pulled this slowly off, gazing up into his eyes as she let out a hissing, craving pant.

She showed him, for the first time, the full firmness of her toned thighs, up to her smooth, soaked and welcoming center, showing him the pink, tight and blossoming pink lips of her sweet sex. Killer could not avoid watching, standing before her and feeling his excitement and desire growing, his powerful member twitching hungrily in front of such eager begging, the call of her desire and offer enough to make any male drop to his knees and crawl on his belly towards her, and yet Killer resisting, staring without a word down at her delicate folds as her eyes burned with delight and challenge.

"You resist my call... the call of the Goddess of Love." Alcana whispered hungrily, and her thighs trembled as her sex clenched visibly, once, twice, thrice, her back arching and her body trembling as if electrocuted, one hand sliding down the curve of her nether lips as hot, clear juices rained out of her, and the other hand sliding up her stomach to squeeze an enormous, sumptuous breast lovingly. "You truly are powerful... you truly will make the Gods bow before you... Master." She moaned hungrily, and Killer swallowed thickly and stared, fighting the unbearable urge she caused in his body as she stroked over her dripping sex slowly, juices cascading between her fingers as she breathed: "I see it in your eyes... the power, the control... much as you desire to, you never will push your huge, hard cock inside me... Not until I succumb, not until I surrender... not until I call Alexis mistress, just as you are my Master, isn't that so...?"

"Yes." Killer replied simply, his voice firm and his order clear and undeniable, even as his eyes eagerly drank of her lust, gazing briefly into her eyes before he looked back down, to see her pushing a finger through the blossoming, welcoming pink lips, penetrating her own depths with a heavenly sigh, gyrating it slowly within her sex and then slowly pulling it back out, letting him see her dripping, incandescent desire gleaming in the moonlight. "Look, Lord and Master Killer... see the dripping juice that keeps all males young and strong. See it leak for you, slave of your presence. And feel yourself hardening, and know what you could do, how far within me you'd reach, how powerfully you'd pound me, until you blasted your seed inside me... if only your faithfulness and your will of steel allowed you to..."

She licked her lips slowly, letting out a moan of pleasure as her back arched, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly withdrew her finger from her incandescent, wet depths, and brought it slowly up to her lips, staring at him teasingly as she pushed the tip of her tongue out to lick at her claw... before slowly suckling on her digit, grinning.

Killer looked at her silently, but it was a true challenge to resist to such assault: just watching, he felt exactly what it would have been like to have her lips wrapping around his member... and it was a torturous heaven, made even more torturing by the fact that his boundless hungers were unsatisfied by a long time.

"This won't give you what you crave, Alcana. It challenges both of your resistances and lusts, but it is a tactic that can only bring you to failure." Killer finally said, and Alcana smiled even as she hungrily slurped over her wet finger, before sliding it out of her mouth with torturing slowness, driving it back down to her lower lips glistening with need.

"But you want me. I can see it... you want your lusts to be satiated, and you want to own me. Here, and right now." The Goddess purred, looking up at him teasingly as he walked a step closer, rubbing the palm of her hand into her smooth crotch as her finger pumped slowly, teasingly within her. "Ira keeps you on a leash all day long, every day... and your lusts remain unsatisfied. Your control is incredible... but your lust is famous, my Lord. How long will you be able to resist...?"

"You are undervaluing me, Alcana." Killer replied easily, grinning slightly and looking down at her with amusement in his eyes. "Even if this did not involve Alexis and my faithfulness, I'm more than able to control myself for as long as necessary. And this does in fact involve Alexis, too. Which means that you never will bend me." He paused, then grinned widely and nodded a bit. "Besides, you are the one who loses the most every time when I refuse your offer, and we both know it. My abstinence will last just as long as Ira manages to keep me so busy... because at the first free moment I get, I'll have no trouble finding eager company. You are just an example of it, Alcana... I could snap my fingers right now, and girls as eager as you would run up to me."

"While what I seek, only you can give." Alcana replied agreeably, grinning herself with her white fangs gleaming in the darkness, her eyes burning with passion. "But you are not being honest, Master..." She said playfully, making him tilt his head in surprise before she added: "Because there are several good reasons why any other girl won't give you what I would, either. Mainly, you'll not be satisfied until you have me surrendering to you. I'm a challenge to you in my way... and a challenge you want to win."

She grinned playfully as he looked down at her for a long moment, before nodding with an amused snort himself, grinning. "True. In the end, I'll want to have you. But still, don't ever think you can win this war."

"There's such prize, that not trying would be the worst of all sins." Alcana observed, nodding wisely before smiling at him affectively, pulling her finger slowly out of her ravenous sex and offering it to him. He grinned, but shook his head calmly at her offer, observing teasingly as she shrugged and suckled it once more: "Can't accept even that for now. I'll make up for it once you surrender."

Alcana shrugged amiably and smiled, letting her dress fall back down to cover her soaked sex and long legs, smoothing the silk over her curves and thighs as she said gently: "You make it hard for me not to give in right now... but as I said, I will make it a true struggle, my Lord. Our little... game... continues, at least for the foreseeable future."

"Fine." Killer answered amusedly, nodding and stretching out his hand, surprising her who looked up at him with a blink before smiling as she took it, and they shook hands. "After all, it is a good game. And with a great prize for the winner. So, for me." He winked at her, and then coughed slightly, looking up and down the aisle with worry, feeling certain that he'd see someone standing down the corridor gaping... but smiling in relief as he saw no one, glad for his good luck. "What will we say to Ira and Gaia, though...? I guess there's no book at all, right...?"

"Oh, there is, actually." Alcana replied amusedly, smiling lovingly up at him as she rose a hand and held her palm out towards the immense shelves: a huge volume quietly slid out of its place and floated easily to her hand as Killer looked at her in surprise.

"I'm sure you'll find it interesting." Alcana said simply, smiling widely as she handed the huge tome to him, and he picked it up with a grateful, surprised smile... before his eyes widened and a blinked a couple of times as he saw a glorious drawing of himself, Wyvern in hand, leading the way up the steep hill in Wycherley where Dark had put up his last stand.

"Strategy in the Planes: the wars, the plans, the heroes." Killer read quietly, noticing that the book had been written by Adrasthea herself, the Goddess of Strategy. And when he opened it, he saw maps, drawings, photos, even several pages covered in amazing "alive" images, with graphics depicting the various moves of a battle drawing themselves upon the map under his curious eyes. He turned the pages quietly, and saw himself many times in the images, and saw many maps that he easily recognized, not needing to see the graphics appearing phase after phase as he had been the mind behind those plans, even if years before... But he also saw plenty of battles of Heaven, Hell, and between the two Supernatural Planes, which also made his interest flare.

"Thank you, Alcana..." He said quietly, looking up from the book with a smile that made her beam visibly, the Goddess looking happy of his gratitude as he closed the book and caressed the cover slowly with a hand, with a gentleness which was almost reverent. "It certainly is a reading that I will adore."

"No need to thank me...yet." Alcana replied easily, waving a hand dismissively before smiling amusedly. "The real gift will be trying to convince Ira to leave you at least a few minutes every day for reading."

Killer couldn't help but smile in amusement, nodding as he and Alcana shared a laugh, before walking back down the aisle and towards the table where an angry Seraphim waited impatiently for her student to get back.

In the following months, Ira did not let the pressure drop at all, though. Even Alcana and Gaia did only manage to gain Killer a little break here and there, but nothing really significant. He was, though, left a bit of time every now and then for reading into the Strategy book taken from the library, and this thanks to Alcana's negotiation and to the fact that Ira valued the book as "useful reading".

Well over a year passed, and Killer had to learn that Heaven's perception of time was very different from his own, and not just because a mortal-plane hour was the equivalent of countless years in Heaven, but also because, for immortal beings used to live for literally millions and millions of years, a year was considered a very short time. It took him time to adjust to such new reasoning, and time still felt long and endless to him, as the days passed.

Vesta and Diana never did manage to show up, and Ira wasn't too keen on spending time updating him about the events going on in Heaven: from the little he knew, however, things had all but gotten worse, which of course helped explain the continuing absence of the Queen of Seraphims. Indeed, Ira had told him that more Cracks had somehow opened throughout Heaven, and several violent, destructive and suicidal assaults had been launched in the luscious jungle of the Fourth Sky, where Fire Elementals and teams of pyrokinetic demons had gone into an aimless rampage, setting the forest and all towns ablaze until they had been all slaughtered. But of course, hunting all teams down had been a nightmare, and in the meanwhile, things had gotten nasty somewhere else as well. There was no doubt that the situation in the Fourth Heaven was grim: Michael, who was an ass but also the ruling Monarch of that Sky, had not showed up in the last few months... and Killer knew how much the bastard loved to visit to tease him and make him miserable in any and all ways he could think of. If he was renouncing to that, it truly meant that the troubles were damn serious.

At least, Killer was relieved by the awareness that, at home, literally just seconds, minutes at most had passed since his and Alexis's souls had left their bodies to take on a physical entity in Heaven. Ira had tried explaining him how such a thing was possible, but it had been so complex an explanation that he had soon got lost in the thick of the considerations about time flow and soul transfers. He knew that he was, somehow, a soul made solid while in Heaven... indeed, all Benevolents and Angels who were not physically born in Heaven but that had once been mortals were souls made physical and alive once more, but the difference was in the fact that Killer and Alexis still had their mortal bodies too, breathing and apparently sleeping, curled up together in bed back at home, his arms wrapped around her, her head resting against his thick chest, her front pressing into his own.

Killer couldn't help but sigh deeply, his hand reaching up to wrap around the golden bullet hanging from his necklace, squeezing the long round lovingly and stroking along it gently, as if to caress Alexis herself... he hadn't heard anything of her, never seen her again at all, and since Vesta was still not coming to visit, he had been unable to even write letters to her and receive her own. And it was a wound that no amount of time could heal: every minute hurt just as much as the first moment of separation. Or even more.

Alcana was not exactly of help, either. At any and all occasions she saw, she delivered a new attack, her masterful teasing targeted at making him surrender to her fascination and promises of delight and power... and although they were all but hopeless attempts, as Killer was absolutely irremovable in his complete faithfulness to Alexis, they did make him kind of miserable.

They gave him immense pleasure as they happened... but it was pleasure he had to repress and dominate, and they made for promises of delight that he had to turn down, despite his burning lusts and ever growing need. And between a tease and another, while he worked at the quarry, while he climbed the Monolith burdened with ungodly weights to lift and bear, and furthermore when he attempted to study and exercise spells and magic and supernatural control of the elements, the memory of her dripping juices and purrs of submission and need made him further suffer and fatigue.

Thinking of Alexis was his natural reaction, and the one thing he did the most during the days... but it was only so much help. He missed her terribly, and being away from her filled him with sadness and envy for his own cheerfully-unconscious body, back in the bed at home, as it was in contact with her own. And he was filled with rage, too... rage that every now and then exploded, when he started smashing punches into the lodestone with inarticulate roars of fury, his knuckles bleeding heavily but the nearly-indestructible black stone all but crumbling into dust and slivers under his terrible blows. Rage for having been separated from her... rage against who kept them apart... fury so fearsome that even the Quarry's annoying workers feared. During his explosions of rage, they were as quiet as sleeping kittens, working as far as possible from him, and without ever meeting even just his eyes.

And of course... thinking of Alexis put him in a warm torture worst than any one Alcana could have put him through: no one else had ever been even remotely comparable to the way Alexis excited him, no one went close to how she could get a male hard and stiff with just a gaze, how her touch made his nerves twitch as if her hands were electrified, how her ravenous, endless hungers mixed with his own, and made both happy, putting them through an endless challenge of love.

It was nearly impossible to resist to such thoughts when at home, when she was close, when he had already been thrusting deep into her multiple times in the previous hours, when he was satiated and, honestly, spoiled by all the sex he got from all his other lovers and concubines and slaves and sisters and daughters. Now that he was essentially being forced to total abstinence by nearly two years, it was the worst of challenges he could be asked to face.

Luckily, even Alcana in the last few months had ceased being a constant presence, becoming instead a frequent guest: her duties of Goddess forced her to leave more often than not these days, and it could be even a few weeks before she was back.

She had at least one planet that she "owned" and that needed her presence at least every now and then, and there was the Council of the 7, that Gaia had to also attend to, and Alcana had all but went fighting in first line against the invasions of demons surging through the Cracks. She might have been the Goddess of Love, but her power in combat was fearsome, and her blows did not speak of affection at all: Killer had sparred with her frequently, and she had trained him in Pyrokinesis and in several advanced spells, and the huge male had learned to absolutely respect her power.

Gaia herself was truly a godlike force. Nature would bend to her minim desire, and the Elements listened to her entirely, giving her frightening destructive capability as well as almost endless ability to create life and sprawling nature. She tried to avoid the battles as much as possible, but in the more desperate cases she was called in to act as the ultimate weapon to settle things. For example, she had spent over a week away from Eaglenest during the height of the crisis in the jungles of the Fourth Heaven, and one of her notable accomplishment was the heavy monsoon raining that had snuffed out the flames rapidly consuming the forest into ash... before she had exterminated whole demon troops, comprising even powerful Pyrokinetic warriors, by literally having them swallowed whole and alive into vines and trees and nature growing and expanding faster that their hellish demoniac flames could destroy.

It had taken a long time, but finally Ira had been called into action as well: in the last few months, she had often had to leave him to portal into battle and bring her formidable power into the equation to tip the balance in favor of Heaven. Killer was proud of her victories, somehow: he had taken a sincere affection for the lonely Cobra, and his liking for her had only grown when he had seen in her eyes the sadness and humiliation at being left behind, at being never called into battle, despite how strong she was, despite being very possibly the best of all Seraphims after Queen Vesta herself. She had never wanted to talk of it, she had kept it to herself, she had punched him and said him to think of his own training and leave her alone... but in the end, she had smiled when she understood that he really did care for her.

It was disgusting how, for some reason, the Council of Heaven continued for a long time to ignore all logics in order to leave Ira behind, much as her power was needed at the front. She had been forced to watch the Seraphims she formally commanded at Eaglenest leave for the battle one after the other, then in whole teams, until all of them had been deployed, and she had waited for her own call, keeping her professionalism up and training Killer with all of herself, despite the growing depression for the way she was, once more, being ignored and downplayed.

It had lasted for an horribly long time, and caused shadows of sour dejection to appear in her beautiful emerald eyes, much as she worked hard to hid any and all signs of it. Killer knew that she wanted to go, and all the more he knew he had all it took to make a whole lot of difference on her own, and he was horrified by the events, and by the fact that he might be a cause of it, or at least a factor in the never-coming call.

They had finally been able to talk openly about it, sitting under the millenary weeping willow in the Monastery's garden, the books forgotten for some time as Ira sat back against the trunk of the gargantuan tree and Killer sat down at her side. Ira had refused to explain much about her, and consequently Killer still struggled to understand why she was treated in such infamous way, but at least she had reassured him: it had been a bitter admission in its own, but the Seraphim had made it clear that her role of mentor to him was of marginal importance in her enduring exclusion.

Killer would have loved to be able to help her, comfort her in some way... but she still was not ready to share her worries and secrets, much as she was showing greater trust in him with every day that passed. And finally, in one day that brought forwards news of tragedy as a major, ferocious battle raged at the Wall, a Metatron had come to Eaglenest and hastily handed to Ira a scroll with which she was called into action. Urgently.

She had been barely able to wait for the Metatron to turn his back on her and teleport away before slamming a cheerful fist into the air, grinning and eager to finally go and show all of her worth. Killer himself had been relieved and happy of seeing the smile return on her beautiful features... and he had grunted in surprise when she had cackled and leapt at him, tackling him down to the ground with a back-creaking hug. He had hugged her back tightly, and they had laughed like idiots for a good while as they squeezed each other's bodies together with growing strength, in a sort of duel of strength... but also in a show of friendship, and full-out affection, that they had never shared before.

Killer had found with surprised that seeing Ira portaling into battle with a last wave and smile to him felt... painful. And left him feeling considerably empty, with how she had grown being a great part of his days.

She was back often, however, as she came back from the front at any and every chance to continue training him... and he had been able to coax her into telling him more about the war and the fighting, so that every time she came back he learned more about the way supernatural wars were fought, and he just loved to hear her talk about things, as it gave him insight on both her character and on Heaven. Moreover, he had been shocked to learn that Alexis had already learned so much that she was already out on the field... And Ira had been very impressed by her once they had met, it was evident. Alexis, she said, was fearsome at her current level, and the shocking thing was that she continued to improve and get even stronger, at an incredible rate. She had already shattered some of her own Seals, bringing out more of her power, and yet several more were still in place, meaning that Vesta herself was literally more than a bit scared at the idea of continuing to train her. She seemed to know no insurmountable boundary, and her psychic powers had expanded in a frightening way.

Killer had been more than pleased to hear such news, and his pride for his beloved had grown greater than ever... and at the same time, of course, he felt embarrassed like hell for how much he was lagging behind, and envious of the ease with which Alexis could learn pretty much anything that was thrown at her. He also suspected that Alexis and Ira had had a girls talk between them... but unsurprisingly, when he had tried to learn more about their meeting, Ira's face had grown scarlet and she had quickly veered away from the subject, making him grin amusedly to himself, his hand as always toying gently with the bullet necklace.

It was not like Killer had made no progress, sincerely. But magic still was a major problem for him, and even his supernatural capabilities, such as Pyrokinesis, struggled to come out in force. Killer 'liked' to believe he was trying his best at it and failing because he did not have all the power people saw in him... but he was well aware that Ira was right in arguing that he was just holding back, consciously or not. Black Killer had kept silent in a long time, and never interfered with his training, but Killer could feel his presence, and feel that he was all but waiting in the shadows for his powers to be brought out. His dark, evil self was just pretending to be gone, to have vanished, to get him over-confident, to get him to bring out his power in full. And Killer continued to fear such an event like the worst of all possible disasters... and much as he told himself he was not holding back, that he was being honest in his efforts, he knew all too well that it wasn't true.

At least, though, on the physical front his improvements were nothing short of spectacular. His growth - natural or supernatural, at this point he did not know - had kicked in again, and in less than two years he had grown from 18-some feet of height to well over 20 and a half, and his already fearsome physical power had expanded exponentially, so much that, after just two years, he was regularly climbing the Monolith carrying three enormous blocks of Lodestone, one hanging from his waist and two chained to his wrists, where he had nearly broken his spine to lift up just one of the massive boulders the first time he had tried.

Not to say that lifting one was a common feat: he was not supposed to be able to budge the monstrous weight back then, and to say the least it was astonishing that he already could deal so naturally with such burden, while, even more frightening, showing no real sign of being anywhere near done with his growth in power.

Indeed, he hadn't yet broken a single Seal yet, despite his force having grown tremendously, despite his body growing tougher, stronger, and even more muscular and toned.

He was also doing exceedingly well in combat training: from some time, Ira had started sparring with him... and the first surprise she had had to overcome was that he seemed to have no problems at all anymore with the bracelets and jewels of Lodestone he had been burdened with. In barely months, his body had fully adjusted to their ungodly weight, and even his balance was by now totally unaffected by the heavy manacles, even when he slammed his end-game punches forwards. It had been just one of several surprises, all pleasant, even if impressive almost to the point of being scary: he wasn't even slowed down anymore by his burdening kit, which meant he was going to be incredibly faster and more agile once they were shredded entirely, and he surprised her with his elegance and skills in both hand-to-hand and fencing.

It was not like surprises went in a single direction, though: Ira had impressed Killer even more. She was fast, agile, elegant. And strong. Her blows weighted tons, literally, and with her twin Katana swords she seemed all but invulnerable: her blades moved swiftly and accurately, and somehow always met the incoming blows, deflecting them away... and delivering vicious strikes more often than not.

In short, she had been surprised to see how little she had to teach him, despite her millions of years of experience, and on the other hand, he had been surprised of how powerful Ira truly was, and of just how much he could teach him.

For all his ability and skill, Killer felt like a student at the first day of lessons as she basically rebuilt his style and skills anew, and soon started teaching him the Seraphim's Eons-old techniques of fighting with two weapons at once, always. The Seraphims were proud of it, and their prowess with swords was all but legendary... and of course, one of the favorite teases that a Seraphim would use again the Arkangels, eternal rivals for the title of "Heaven's best", was that Seraphims never did "hide behind shields, protections meant for pussycats."

All a Seraphim needed were her two swords, or spears, or axes, or a sword and a whip, or any combination of weapon type: Seraphims were deadly with pretty much anything... and could get the best out of even the most awkward combinations of tools.

Ira loved to teach to Killer, and furthermore she loved to spar with him. He was a fearsome rival for power and skills, and he improved fast. All of her teachings were quickly absorbed and mastered, and his improvements were steady and incredibly rapid, as he literally drank of her knowledge and wisdom like a sponge with water. Day after day, his abilities expanded, and he grew more and more dangerous. They could spar and duel and fight for hours and hours, grinning at each other and getting an almost sexual pleasure out of the way they put each other on trial, testing their limits, pushing them further away, and expanding their skills.

Ira was the mentor, but even with his paltry - not even 30 years of war experience as a mortal against millions of years of supernatural conflicts between immortals - experience compared to hers, he had such a natural talent and such skills that he had plenty to teach her. And increasingly often, it was only magic - his enduring weakness - that allowed Ira to come out victorious from their sparring. None of the two ever held back during their sparring sessions, which thus looked like full-out wars to the death, which the first few times had horrified and scared Gaia as she looked over them... But she had been quickly reassured by seeing that the control of the two warriors was as impressive as their power: they never damaged each other too much, or endangered each other's life, even if they gave themselves several scars. Gaia had asked them if such ferociousness was necessary, and Killer and Ira had laughed and easily explained that it was. It was the best of trainings, and moreover, both of them would have been offended by seeing the other holding back. They gave each other their all... as a sign of respect of each other's value and skills.

"If only you'd learn magic this fast, we would be spared hours of miserable spell attempts...!" Ira teased cheerfully, grinning widely as she dived down atop him like a bird of prey, her eyes emotionless, impenetrable glowing pits of emerald, her Vampira Katana hissing through the air, leaving a trail of white, ghostly energy behind as it slashed out at head level.

Killer squatted quickly out of the way, and lashed upwards with one of his long training broadswords, forcing Ira to twist her body elegantly out of the way even as Vampira drew a downwards slash which knocked the larger, heavier blade away, as Ira grinned and at the same time lashed her other Katana down.

Killer saw it coming, and threw himself backwards, backstepping quickly as the blade hissed mendaciously an inch away from his chest... before the Katana, named Arctica, glowed with her ice-blue energy, and Killer grunted as the very air cracked noisily as it turned into solid ice, which covered the ground and trapped his leg, the ice growing harden than diamond as it climbed greedily up his leg, quickly reaching his knee...

But as Ira grinned and lashed forwards with a loud flap of her six mighty black wings, Killer snarled and closed his eyes, focusing and using that little pyrokinesis he had managed to master: his body turned incandescent, and fire greedily consumed the ice, freeing his leg in time for him to twist sideways and slash both broadswords viciously out to meet Ira's attack.

"Good!" The Seraphim exclaimed, even as their swords clashed loudly and she was knocked backwards by the monstrous strength of the huge male's blows.

The Seraphim landed easily on her clawed feet, talons biting into the ground and throwing up earth and grass before she shot forwards again. "That was good. A bit slow, but a step forwards!"

Killer grinned and let her leap at him, before letting himself drop into a slide onto the ground, the Seraphim grunting in surprise as her Katanas bit only thin air, and she shot high into the air with a powerful flap of her wings as Killer speared upwards with his blades.

She easily soared towards the sky, and flipped on herself to dive onto him for another attack... before her eyes bulged in surprise and she grunted as Killer leapt towards her with a grin, shooting sixty feet into the sky and throwing a huge broadsword at her like a spear. Ira easily battered this off to the side with a psychic blast as her eyes flashed, and then she grunted as he seized her ankle.

"What about this, then...?" Killer asked teasingly as he turned on himself in midair and threw Ira hard down towards the ground. The Seraphim fell like a meteor towards the surface, and then flipped elegantly on herself and landed on her feet, blasting a deep crater into the earth and skidding forwards twenty feet, leaving deep trenches in the ground even as she grinned and licked her lips slowly.

"Real good."

Killer fell down from the sky like a missile, holding his free hand out and grinning as he successfully fetched the lost broadsword to his palm with a simple thought, and he lashed down with both blades as he stomped down hard with his feet at the same time.

Ira was even faster, thought, and literally vanished before him, twisting to the side and rolling on her back once to sprint back to a crouch as his feet and swords sank deep into the ground, the earth cracking into a deep crater as rifts and cracks were torn open all around, a couple of trees falling noisily as the ground beneath them cracked apart.

The Cobra sprung to her feet and lashed backwards with her swords, aiming at Killer's exposed muscular back, but he dodged and then used his swords as fulcrums to donkey-kick his feet towards her head. Ira easily twisted out of the way, and Killer flipped to land on his feet with a grin, the swords ripping out of the ground like it was butter, earth and grass flying off the blades as he windmilled them once, grinning even as he panted quietly, looking amusedly to Ira as she stood before him with a matching grin, bliss and eagerness evident on her features even as her eyes remained empty pits of glowing emerald light, the cobra panting quietly herself. They had been fighting for literally hours by now... but both had lost completely any real awareness of the time that passed, taken in the thrill of the fight that both clearly adored.

"Is there any chance that I get my own wings when the Seals are broken...?" Killer asked hopefully, gazing with envy over the mighty six angel wings stretching from Ira's muscular back, each feathered wing black in color, and each feather long and thin, harder than steel and sharper than a razor when she tensed to strike or defend... or soft and beautiful to the touch the rest of the time. Flying was something that Killer adored and dreamed intensely, from as far back as he could remember... he had once dreamed to become a fighter jet pilot, despite being physically suited to serve as super-heavy tank in an armoured regiment, and now, faced by the awareness of being... far from a Mortal, beyond Demon, beyond Angel - Hell, I might be a God if they are right -, he couldn't help but dream of the day he'd have his own wings.

"It is likely." Ira replied simply, nodding wisely even as she crossed her Katanas and slowly ran them one against the other, making the two perfect, deadly blades all but sharpen each other even further as Vampira and Arctica glowed with their own very distinct energies.

Killer blinked in surprise, and looked at her for a moment before asking stupidly: "Really...?"

"Yes." Ira replied with a shrug, evidently not really guessing the extent of the happiness and expectations she had awakened into him... before she grinned and got into a ready position. "No time for small talk, through. I did not say training over. Get the fuck ready."

"I always am." Killer replied easily, grinning gamely before snarling in surprise as Ira winked and then vanished behind a wall of raging flames that erupted from the ground, separating them. He rose a hand to try and clench the flames with his own power, but his eyes flashed as his instinct shouted an alarm and he turned quickly as Ira shot out of the trees behind him, and with a flick of her wrist sent an immense snake of terrible flames exploding out of the ground to leap at Killer's chest.

Killer backstepped quickly and winced as the snake of fire climbed high into the air before him, before he swung one of his broadswords into it, as Ira emerged from the flames and slammed her feet down into his blade, knocking it downwards as she lashed her swords down to slice him in half.

He slashed his second sword up to meet her blow, and she leapt high into the air, flipping easily and soaring above the trees with a mighty flap of her wings before the snake of white-hot fire twisted on itself and shot down at Killer's chest.

"Control it!" Ira exclaimed, looking down at him with interest. "Fire is an element you rule. Don't let it rule you!"

The huge male snarled as the hurricane of hellish flames smashed into him with the force of a missile, knocking him flying backwards: he crashed back-first into an enormous tree, the wood exploding into splinters as the enormous trunk was shattered, and he slammed into the ground with a grunt of agony even as he closed his eyes and focused, feeling the fire greedily consuming his body, eating into his flesh and muscles and burning him into ashes... before his eyes glowed sapphire and he grinned as the flames ceased to give him agony, becoming almost pleasant as they just glowed warmly and almost gently for a moment before they were absorbed into his chest... And Ira's eyes bulged as he roared and lashed out a torrent of fire from one his broadswords, firing a beam of flames at her.

"We are starting to reason!" Ira cheerfully called over the roar of the flames, before lashing into them with Arctica, the blade glowing ice-blue and Killer staring in amazement as the fire itself was turned into clear, deadly ice.

It took on the shape of a mortal spike, and fired viciously down towards him, the huge male leaping backwards and recalling quickly his training with Ira... before he slammed his palm forwards into the enormous spear of ice, his muscles bulging with power as he forced this back... and the 40-feet mountain of razor-sharp coldness exploded into thousands of smaller but even deadlier blades that shot backwards, up towards Ira.

"Eat these!" Killer roared teasingly, leaping up towards her and bringing back his broadsword to strike... before Ira grinned and flicked her head to the side dismissively, the air erupting into white-hot flames that melted the ice away... before her eyes flashed emerald and Killer grunted as a terrible blast of psychic force slammed him backwards like a doll.

"Not bad, but you can do better!" The Seraphim shouted as she shot forwards with a flap of her powerful wings, her muscles bulging as she grinned and sailed past Killer, even as he was thrown through the air towards the ground below.

He flipped on himself and landed on his feet with a grunt, skidding ten feet forwards onto the earth and ripping trenches in it with his feet, before he twisted to the left as Ira leap forwards and lunged at him with Arctica.

Killer slashed his sword out to meet Vampira, deflecting it away from his body, before Ira snarled and punched hard up towards his face. He dodged out of the way, going into an easy roll on his shoulder and easily springing back to his feet, grinning as the Seraphim's fist smashed into a gigantic fir. Her bicep bulged with power, and she smashed across the massive wood like it was butter, slivers of the devastated trunk exploding everywhere as the tree groaned and collapsed quickly, and Ira turned on the spot, sinking her long, deadly swords into the falling behemoth trunk and grinning to him teasingly as she threw the giant spruce at him like it was a pebble, the blades coming free of it as it flew at him like a missile.

Killer charged towards the tree, leaping against it and smashing his huge fist in the middle of the enormous trunk, shattering it in half and grabbing both halves with a vicious grin, throwing them back towards Ira as she grunted in surprise and stopped her own charge, flapping her wings and dodging the first massive piece of wood before turning the second to ashes with a quick fire spell.

Killer smashed into her with a snarl, and slammed a punch into her powerful abdominals, even as his sword clashed against hers, and the Seraphim groaned in agony as spittle flew from her muzzle, eyes bulging as she flew through the air like a missile... But Killer's own eyes bulged in shock as she still managed to kick hard up into his chest, sending him falling like a rock in the opposite direction.

They both flipped elegantly in midair, landing on their feet with matching grins, even as Gaia looked quickly up from the "Strategy in the Planes" book she had been reading, sitting on a rock in the middle of the quiet field, suddenly sitting halfway between the two warriors... and she quickly bent her back backwards with a wince as Ira and Killer leapt against each other, their blades clashing where her head had been, even as the Seraphim and the huge male both called cheerfully: "Sorry!"

Gaia looked at them curiously, dodging their swords with unbelievable ease, bending this way and that to dodge their swords even as they engaged in a vicious duel of skill, their blades clashing together again and again... before suddenly Ira's eyes flashed and Killer let out a growl of pain as he was slapped backwards by a powerful psychic blast.

Ira easily leapt over Gaia and pursued him with a grin as she saw Killer fly through the air and then crash into the ground, skidding backwards for over ten feet and digging a trench in the earth with his back... before she winced as she saw him throw his training broadsword away, his hand shooting out to grab Wyvern's handle, the gigantic crimson sword pierced point-down into the ground where their duel had started, hours ago.

He leapt to his feet, easily ripping the sword out of the ground and swinging it at her with a grin, and Ira snarled as her eyes flashed again, energy crackling in the air around her body as she lashed out again with her psychic powers... but it wasn't enough this time, as Killer's huge muscles bulged with power and Wyvern cut through her energy, slapping into her with the flat of the blade and sending her crashing sixty feet away, smashing into the ground like a meteor.

"This one you have felt." Killer called out teasingly, grinning as he charged towards her, before Ira straightened up to sit in the crater she had ripped into the ground, and she grinned as she made a rising gesture with two fingers.

Killer let out a groan of shock as the ground under his feet exploded into pieces, enormous cracks spreading through the plain as his feet sunk deep into them and he nearly fell over, before snarling as several enormous spikes of rock exploded out of the earth all around him.

"You are going to feel this one!" Ira called cheerfully out even as he swung Wyvern easily around his waist, the crimson blade slashing across the stone like it was butter and cutting the thorns in two... but even so, the fragments and halves shot suddenly at him, like he was a magnet and they were pieces of iron. He had enough time to raise Wyvern in front of himself, the wide-flat of the blade acting as a shield, before enormous boulders smashed into him from all sides, making him roar out in pain, spittle and blood exploding from his mouth as he was crushed viciously in the middle...

But Ira's grin died as she gaped when he slapped the boulders away and charged through a spike of stone, muscles bulging with power as he raised Wyvern to strike. The Seraphim flapped her mighty wings and shot into the air, straightening and glaring down at him, causing a wall of fire to emerge from the ground, but this time he effortlessly controlled it and harmlessly ran through the flames, grinning...

Before he saw a flash of white light at his side, and turned in surprise to see a portal opening, before a shadow shot out of it and smashed into him violently, making him stumble to the side as something crashed into his muscular front.

"Holy fuck!" Vesta exclaimed dumbly, rubbing at her skull through her beautiful golden hair, looking dazed as she gazed up at him from where she stood, splattered against his powerful abdominals, her head having smashed into his masculine chest. She blinked stupidly, and he stared at her in dumb surprise... before grunting as she wrapped her arms around his thick waist and pushed him over, her strong muscles bulging against his body as she smashed him down into the ground, straddling him.

"What the fuck, you are supposed to fall over when I fucking tackle you!" Vesta exclaimed, looking sourly down at him before she grinned as she pinned him roughly but playfully by the shoulders, flexing her huge muscles teasingly before his eyes as he smiled amusedly up at her and gazed hungrily over her beautiful, powerful body, her enormous breasts, scantily covered by her golden armor, pushing into his chest as their mighty abdominals scraped together, the two flexing teasingly against each other.

"Oh, but I see now..." She purred, grinning as she looked down at him with interest, before licking her lips slowly, straightening a bit to trace a finger teasingly down the thick slabs of muscle of his masculine chest. "Fucking Hell, you've gotten even bigger from last time I saw you. A damn lot..." She grinned, and bent forwards to kiss the side of his neck hungrily, making him release a hot breath that moved her hair gently, before he shivered when she pushed a hand in his mane, gently pushing his head to turn slightly, so she could slowly, lustfully lick at one of many swallow gashes and cuts covering his body after hours of dueling, her tongue dragging teasingly over the wound as she tasted his blood, looking hungrily up into his eye, flames of passion burning in her irises. "Bigger, stronger, harder... look at that, your muscles have grown bigger too: fucking Heaven, that's awesome!" She whispered teasingly, kissing his chest lovingly before growling hungrily and shoving him down by the shoulders, making him grunt again and then making his eyes slid closed with a low, delighted growl as she wrapped her lips over his and kissed him hungrily, pushing down into his body with her own, her breasts pushing against his thick chest, powerful muscles rubbing against powerful muscle as she growled in his mouth, her hot breath washing over his features as he growled back hungrily, his hands reaching up for her long, beautiful and toned legs, fingers wrapping hungrily on her curves and stroking slowly up her inner thighs, making her back arch as she let out a muffled groan of pleasure even as their tongues engaged in a ferocious battle.

She bit into his upper lip passionately, almost viciously as her fangs drew blood from him, as her tongue pushed into his mouth and was met by his in a ferocious match of battles, maneuvers and lunges, as he pushed back hungrily and slid his hands up along her thighs to grab into her shapely, firm buttocks, squeezing them roughly in his hands and pulling her against his body with a growl, flexing as he pushed up into her and bit back, his fangs drawing blood from her lower lip as they tasted each other passionately for several long moments... before she finally pulled slowly back, rubbing at his strong chest lovingly with her hands as she pushed up and grinned down at him, their eyes meeting and glowing with the same lust and affection. Vesta lunged down again, surprising him as she growled hungrily, but he smiled as she licked his cheek, before leaning her head down on his powerful shoulder for a moment, smiling to herself as she whispered in his ear: "This one is from Alexis, and comes with all the I love you stuff."

Killer smiled and stroked a hand gently up her back, smiling as she hugged her with an arm, squeezing her down atop him. "I figured. Thank you for bringing it along." He murmured softly, closing his eye for a moment, and feeling Alexis close, feeling her straddling him just as Vesta was, and feeling and seeing her kissing him with passion that could be defined vicious, before licking his cheek lovingly and in what was an incredibly tenderly gesture of affection, even when delivered with such hunger that it looked like she wanted to eat him.

She smiled, then grinned and licked her lips slowly, eyes burning before she kissed him again, letting out a moan of delight as again their tongues wrestled and battled and outmaneuvered, but this time it was slower, gentler, and it was far easier for him to establish dominance, shoving her back in her mouth and kissing her hungrily for a few long moments before she pulled slowly and reluctantly back and smiled down at him suggestively.

"Diana...?" Killer asked curiously, and Vesta grinned and nodded, making him blink as he exclaimed amusedly: "What the hell, did you... trial them out...?"

"Yeah. They wanted their 'I love you' to come across well." Vesta replied cheerfully, and Killer smiled in amusement before she pushed her lips over his once more, nipping teasingly at his lips as she invaded his mouth again, and assaulted him with vicious passion, wrestling him valiantly for a long moment as they both growled, before she let him shove her backwards, and let her tongue dance with his, submit to his, welcome his, as he hugged her to his chest with an arm and shamelessly manhandled a huge, glorious breast with the other, and she rubbed at his chest in both love and worship.

The kiss broke only after almost as long a time as the first one had took, and Vesta straightened a bit, smiling down at him lovingly as she said gently: "This is mine, Master. I love you, Killer."

"I love you too, Vesta. I'm so happy to have you here... I've been waiting for your visit for a long time." The huge male replied with a smile, squeezing at her buttocks gently and teasingly as she grinned down at him and nodded.

"Of course. You couldn't wait to see my uber coolness again." She said cheerfully, before grinning suggestively and winking as she all but stroked two fingers down his thick abdominals gently, before grabbing hungrily at the enormous bulge in his pants, her hand squeezing at his huge member through the fabric as he let out a grunt of pleasure, grinning slightly up to her as she blinked stupidly and grabbed at his length hungrily, squeezing down the snake-like bulge in his pants, before she exclaimed: "Fucking hell, you are fucking bigger here too!"

"I'd be offended with myself if I grew taller without growing bigger down there too." Killer said playfully, grinning amusedly as he winked at her, Vesta licking her lips hungrily and stroking slowly up and down his immense length for a moment, drawing a grunt of delight from him as his member throbbed eagerly and immediately started to harden, making him arch his back and swallow as he tried to repress his hungers.

"My, you are tense like hell... didn't have many opportunities to let out some steam lately, have you...?" Vesta asked with a frown, and Killer nodded as he saw Gaia walking towards them across the field in front of him and heard Ira walking closer as well, coming from the opposite direction.

"You!" Vesta called loudly, pointing a finger at Ira and then turning to point it at Gaia as well. "Did you give him head yet?"

Killer winced at this, Ira turning scarlet as she looked to the side embarrassedly and Ira stopped in mid-step, gaping a bit at the tigress as Vesta looked over their faces with shock, then exclaimed: "The fuck is wrong with you two...? You've got him around all the time, and do not touch him...? What are you, gay?"

Killer bit his lower lip to suppress a loud laughter, snorting in amusement as he looked up to see Vesta's face looking at Ira with disbelief, and Ira blushed deep red herself, shifting awkwardly on her feet before she grumbled: "With you, perhaps."

Vesta blinked and tilted her head in surprise, then grinned and nodded cheerfully and said seriously: "That's such a nice thing to know. I'd make out with you any day myself."

Killer laughed loudly, incapable to resist the temptation as he saw Ira's shell-shocked face, and Vesta laughed as well before grunting as he seized her by the hips and grinned, shoving her to the side and rolling on top of her easily, pinning her to the ground with a playful growl and kissing the side of her neck before slowly standing up, picking up Wyvern from the ground and offering his other hand to her, helping Vesta to her feet before she shoved him with a grin, making him stumble backwards a couple of steps.

"Seriously, though. You must be made of ice or something not to be all over him every five minutes. I'd be all over him every two. Seconds." Vesta said seriously, looking down at Ira and Gaia like she was looking at some kind of weird, never-before-seen form of life, making the black cobra roll her eyes as she looked up to the sky as if seeking for patience... even if both hers and Gaia's cheeks continued to burn a bright red.

"At least, if you want to play the virginal nun without hungers, leave him a little bit of free time to tend to his own. You've got him blue-balled, and when I get him shooting his load he's going to blast me to bits with all he's got in store." Vesta added cheerfully, and she grinned, winking sideways to Killer as they stood side by side, the queen of Seraphims wrapping a strong, muscular arm around his waist and pulling him teasingly closer.

"You can't be serious...!" Ira exclaimed, and Vesta frowned at her before replying easily: "I totally am. Try and get him blasting his load over your face once, and you'll totally get what I'm talking about. Consider it an order, anyway: from now on, allow him to take a leave every now and then. He's an Incarnation of Lust, among other things, and lustful even for an Incarnation's standards. He needs and deserves to bust a pussy or an ass when he wants to... and there are lots and lots of pussies waiting for it to happen, too. Not all of those deserve it to happen, but hey." She shrugged with a grin. "Lucky them if they are chosen."

Ira rubbed a hand over her eyes with a sigh, before pulling her hands up in surrender as she said: "Fine. If it's an order, I'll give him his leaves. Don't blame me if he's not ready in time though."

"Bullshit!" Vesta replied easily, looking amused as she waved an hand dismissively. "I can see he's made enormous..." She paused, looking at Killer predatorily for a moment and then grinning to herself. "Literally enormous progress."

"Not so much in terms of magic and supernatural control. He's not broken a single Seal yet. He keeps getting stronger and stronger, yet the Seals do not snap..." Ira turned from Vesta to Killer, looking at him seriously as if she was trying to read his soul and secrets through his eyes. Killer was only grateful that her eyes had returned to normal, and he could see her expression: the battle-mode "eye of the Seraphim" was, to say the least, scary. Deep, emotionless pits of light that seemed to pierce souls from side to side, while acting as a mirror against any mind-control or even mind-reading attempt. Cool like hell to see... at least until they turned their eyes on you. That's when it got scary. "At times I wonder if we are ready for when they finally give..." Ira wondered seriously, her voice quietly dying down as Vesta looked thoughtful and nodded.

"Seeing him, I thought he had to have snapped at least a Seal... but I feel it, and you are right, they are all there still. And it is endlessly impressive." Vesta said calmly, crossing her muscular arms on her chest as she looked at Killer with interest, the huge male shouldering the immense blade of Wyvern and shifting uncomfortably on his feet, even as Gaia soothingly took his fingers in her hands. Vesta then shook her head and smiled instead, adding teasingly: "As to his progresses with magic and with his supernatural powers, I'll judge by myself in due time. You are a tough mentor, and I know that what you consider bad easily goes under 'excellent' with most people."

Ira snorted and Killer thought to hear her muttering something on the lines of "most people suck", which made him smile to himself despite everything... before he turned to look down at Gaia as the Goddess asked quietly: "So how are things going in the Fourth Heaven...? I'm guessing things have improved if you are here, Lady Vesta."

"Quit the fucking Lady thing, makes me feel old and uncool." Vesta grumbled, before rubbing a hand over her huge bicep and squeezing it lightly as she said: "There's not been too much of an improvement. The more we kill, the more pop up and the worse they get. But currently there's a bit of a stalling phase going on... the jungle is not aflame anymore, and things are stable. So I thought I could leave for a bit."

"So..." Gaia observed quietly, looking up at her with a frown. "You aren't exactly authorized to be here, am I wrong?"

"I'm totally not here, in fact." Vesta replied cheerfully. "I'm somewhere out in the jungle kicking asses."

Gaia looked at the Seraphim flatly, and Vesta crossed her arms with a snort, looking sulky as she grumbled: "Ok, ok, you really want me to say it? Fine. I've basically deserted to come here."

Killer looked at her in shock, but he couldn't help but notice that Ira merely grinned a bit to herself, telling him that Vesta probably wasn't exactly new to ignoring the Heaven Council's rulings.

"Fucking Council won't allow me to come and visit Lord Killer... and in order not to say it openly, they have been using kindergarten tricks such as keeping me busy however they can, ordering me into useless battles that could easily be solved by a simple patrol of grunts, and when even those confrontations aren't available, killing me with paperwork." Vesta made a grimace and rolled her eyes upwards. "It is frustrating. Now things are under control, and Gabriel said he'd cover me... Diana has order to warn me as soon as there's even air of trouble coming up, anyway, so I can make it back to help them if necessary."

Gaia smiled and nodded wisely, before frowning a bit and asking: "What about Michael...? He'd give his eyes away to be able to bring you before the Council for Trial on something like this."

"Tell the little bastard to try." Vesta snorted, grinning viciously. "It would give me a reason to shove his head up his ass once and for all. He did try to tell the Council about me leaving, but as I said, Gabriel is covering me. He won't dare going against him."

"Relieved to hear it. Michael is an ass." Ira grumbled, and even Gaia nodded quietly, before Vesta slapped her hands together and looked from Ira to Killer with a grin, tracing her eyes over their bodies, both covered in swallow gashes, light and already healing wounds and bruises.

"So, what did I interrupt, training...?" The muscular tigress asked, and Killer nodded with a smile, nodding as he kept Wyvern balanced over his shoulder and Ira added: "A sparring duel, to be precise."

"Oh, but this is awesome! Me too, me too, me too!" Vesta exclaimed cheerfully, grinning widely as she held her hands out, and two crescent blades of crimson light appeared in her fingers, taking on the solid, frightening consistence of her twin sickleswords, the curved blades gleaming with her energy and made of indestructible Godblood, the color very similar to Wyvern's very own crimson.

She looked around briefly, and quickly saw that, at most, there were a few rocks and trees around them: Ira had wanted to leave Eaglenest for the sparring, ever since they had first done it, in order not to cause any devastation, particularly if Killer was so suddenly snap one or more of his Seals, and be unable to control the massive increase of power that such an event would cause.

It hadn't been very reassuring when she had explained him that... but worries aside, it sure was a good idea to train in the Meadows, where there was nothing they could destroy, even using the most powerful supernatural attacks or spells. Endless prairie filled their eyes on all sides, as far as the eye could see, the tall green grass moving in a way that spoke of the sea's waves with the fresh breeze... and it gave them all the space they needed.

Killer and Ira had taken an habit of sparring here almost every day, and Gaia and Alcana themselves had trained him and even sparred with him, both giving him a very clear idea of why "godlike power" was so scary a thing. Today, though, as many other times had happened, Gaia had been alone, and she had been content with just helping Ira training him some more Elemental spells, before the sparring had begun, and she had taken a seat on a flat rock, quietly reading into the book Alcana had given Killer, her interest genuinely almost as high as his.

Gaia, though, was particularly keen on reading the many long chapters about Killer's victories on the Mortal Plane, while the huge male had been far more interested in reading of the great wars and battles between Heaven and Hell, between the Gods and the ancient Titans, and many other epic, supernatural clashes. That was not to say he hadn't been curious and eager to look at the chapter that spoke of him: looking over them had admittedly been the first thing he had done with the huge book, eager to know what Adrasthea, Goddess of Strategy, though of him and his battle plans. And he had been very pleased to see that the Goddess and Heaven's historians and generals - Vesta and Gabriel included, since they both had written extensive forewords to the chapters - had very much appreciated and even admired his decisions.

"Gaia, want to play too...?" Vesta asked, looking down at the snow leopardess, who shook her head with a quiet smile and sat down, a small tree growing out of the ground and separating in the middle, the trunk splitting in two smaller ones, forming a comfortable V that acted as seat for her. "I will just watch for this time. I'm sure you three can pull out more than enough feats even without me."

"You can bet." Vesta replied easily, grinning at Killer from over her crossed sickleswords, as Ira turned and walked away from her a few steps, passing by the huge male and looking at him sideways, whispering: "Let's not stomp on our feet too much, or she'll humiliate the both of us."

Killer looked at her for a long moment as she finally turned again, reaching a easy ready stance as she, Killer and Vesta faced each other, standing roughly at the vertexes of a triangle, and he had enough time to wonder how powerful the queen of Seraphims truly was if even Ira suggested such a "camouflaged alliance"... Before he smirked gamely as the two Seraphims grinned and their eyes turned into the glowing pits of emotionless light they sported in combat, burning sapphire for the white tigress, and deep emerald for the black cobra at his side.

"Let the fun begin!" Vesta roared, and they charged forwards, Killer swinging Wyvern forwards as the blond tigress - so wonderfully similar to Alexis, in so many ways - shot towards him with the speed of lightning. She slashed a sicklesword - also known as Khopesh - into Wyvern's blade, and Killer grunted in shock at the strength of the blow, the sword painfully twisting in his hold and bouncing back violently, vibrating hard as he skidded backwards a few feet even as his muscles bulged with power.

The sicklesword hooked Wyvern easily, and Vesta twisted elegantly on the spot, grinning as her huge biceps flexed and bulged, and Killer's enormous blade was thrown outwards violently, making him grunt in shock as his chest was suddenly open for attack, while the massive flat of Wyvern slapped into Ira, the Seraphim snarling as she met it with both of her Katanas and leapt up into the air.

Killer dodged a slash of the second sicklesword, Vesta easily in control even as Ira dived atop her from the side, swinging her swords forwards, but the Queen unhooked her Khopesh from Wyvern and slashed it outwards, slapping Ira away with the flat of the blade, sending the black cobra crashing into the ground.

Killer roared and leapt towards Vesta, swinging Wyvern back in a vicious cut, and he snarled in shock as he all but passed harmlessly across the Seraphim as she turned ethereal, almost vanishing before him as she turned into a ghostly outline... before easily returning very solid as she slashed out with the Khopeshs, forcing Killer to parry the blow with the flat of his huge blade.

Ira's eyes glowered as she fired a terrible, focused blast of psychic force forwards, the ground before her exploding forwards and crumbling into dust and dirt as a tangible shockwave shot towards Vesta, before the queen's own eyes glowed with power and a matching blast of energy ripped forwards out of her, the two psychic attacks colliding in a massive explosion that ripped a crater open into the ground.

Killer straightened and snarled as he charged forwards, cocking Wyvern up for the strike as his muscles bulged explosively, and he slashed the enormous sword with all of tremendous strength, making Vesta grunt in shock as she parried and was slammed thirty feet backwards, feet ripping trenches into the ground before her mighty, huge six wings unfurled in a blast of fire and blinding white light, flapping once and stopping her easily as she laughed.

"Now that is some serious strength! I've finally a rival!" The angel shouted cheerfully, grinning as she winked at him... but at the same time, she mentally chanted a spell, and Killer saw runes being ripped open in the ground around him, glowing purple as he snarled and focused to make a fire wall appear all around him, flames exploding towards the sky in a column that protected him from all sides.

It still wasn't enough, though, as lightnings of what looked like... liquid electricity ripped through the flames effortlessly and wrapped greedily around his limbs, coiling around his waist and chest and hefting him into the air, even as he chopped into them uselessly with Wyvern before his arm was viciously wrapped into thick, flowing laces of energy.

He struggled against the terrible restraints, feeling them draining into his energy quickly, even as his muscles bulged explosively, almost painfully as he tried to tear apart the supernatural ropes with raw power... And Ira shot at him, lashing Arctica into his side.

He groaned as the blade ripped a deep gash into his hip, snarling a bit as he cursed under his breath... but he suddenly realized that the Seraphim had also iced the energy-ropes over somehow, and he grinned as he easily snapped these into lucid, cold slivers, just in time to reach Wyvern up and deflect Vesta's Khopesh away from him.

Ira turned and shot at him again, slashing Vampira in from the other side, and he reached up his free hand, seizing the sharp, supernatural blade in his fingers, even as blood dripped through them, and the sword glowed a ghostly white, bursting into ethereal flames as it began to greedily absorb his vital energy through the cut, the cobra leaning into her attack and snarling before gazing at him in shock as he grinned and focused, his body crackling with golden energy which shot forwards into her sword and supercharged it with an ungodly amount of power, the cobra's hand smoldering and smoking as she writhed and screamed in agony, ripping away from him.

Vesta shot at him again, but Killer's eyes glowed sapphire now, his grin unfading and lightnings of power and energy crackling around him loudly, his fist burning with golden flames... before he slammed this forwards into Vesta's muscular abdomen, leaning between the slashes of her sickleswords.

The Queen's eyes bulged and spittle and blood flew from her muzzle as her spine bent, and she was sent crashing down through the sky like a meteor, smashing into the ground like a missile... but she only laughed again, even as Ira threw a rain of huge fireballs down towards her.

Vesta's eyes glowed, and the fireballs turned into soothing water, raining down harmlessly... before Ira snarled and sketched a rune in midair with her Katanas, grinning as the rain compacted back into heavy, dagger-shaped stones.

Vesta roared her approval, but again it wasn't enough, as she arched her back with a grinning snarl, white fangs almost glowing as energy crackled around her in lightnings and her muscles bulged with power before a shockwave of energy exploded forth from her, a dome of tangible energy blasting outwards and turning the rock daggers into vapor and dust as the soft earth and grass in a radius of several hundred feet was blasted away, digging a circular stain in the Meadows as the solid layer of rock beneath was revealed.

Killer stared as a loud crack resounded onto the plain, and he felt the ground shift under his feet, before the rock under and all around Vesta cracked apart, and the Queen made a raising gesture with her hands, grinning as enormous, square-sized blocks of stone levitated into the air, followed by a whole constellation of smaller, but still huge boulders that orbited around her... before Vesta made smooth, liquid gestures, her sickleswords moving through the air like batons of an orchestra leader, and the massive blocks of rock shock forwards.

Killer gritted his fangs as one of the larger blocks shot at him, and he leapt up as it dived upon him, stomping his feet on the edge of it and running up its football pitch-long surface... before grunting as the monstrous flying stone flipped to crush him down into the earth. He fell down as it turned upside down, and landed in a crouch, snarling as shadow fell over him, slashing Wyvern upwards in a straight overhead crescent-shaped cut, gritting his fangs as his muscles bulged almost painfully as he put all of his strength into the cut.

The massive flying island was cut in half, the two halves coming down on the ground at his sides with rumble of thunder, but a vicious burst of boulders shot into his front, even if he slashed Wyvern from side to side and battered several away, crumbling many others before a boulder slammed into his shoulder and sent him flying backwards to crash painfully onto his back, several other boulders hailing ferociously into him, his bones creaking and the huge male letting out a roar of agony as his back arched and blood flew from his jaws and from deep, ugly gashes over his body, before he managed to push a hand into the air and chanted a spell, turning up a wall of flames around himself.

He forced all of his energy into the fire, and he heard the successive boulders slamming into it with massive clashes, explosions filling his ears and the shock of each impact reverberating in his chest and down his arm, but the stones slammed into the fire like into a solid wall of destruction, the white-hot flames hungrily melting and breaking even solid rock, only pebbles and gravel making it through, from the many-feet-in-diameter-boulders that they were, the fragments bouncing off his powerful body with no other effect than to annoy him as he leapt back to his feet, grinning as he made a shoving gesture with his free hand and sent a terrible tsunami of fire exploding from his barrier to wash through the plain and strike at Vesta.

The Seraphim shot vertically into the sky with a mighty flap of wings as the angry ocean of fire raged over the plain, and grinned even as she swung an arm out to send the remaining islands of stone shooting towards Ira, who was charging at her flying a deadly dance in the sky to dodge the huge boulders. "Excellent, Killer, excellent!" Vesta shouted cheerfully, smiling at him as he charged at her and leapt into the air after her, before she aimed her sword at the ground, and his own fire changed mind and submitted to her own orders instead. "Show me how you deal with this!"

She grinned, and the ocean of raging flames stood motionless for a second as Killer tensed... before it began to spiral and vortex, curving hooks of flames expanding outwards from the maelstrom before columns of lava erupted from them, shooting towards the sky.

"It's unfair, I can't fly yet!" Killer huffed, trying to fall towards the innocent grass even as the raging hell below expanded, before a vicious column of lava shot up at him and he winced... only to turn backwards ready to strike as he felt Ira shooting at his back, but relaxing when he grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him away with a mighty flap of her wings.

"Ice it over!" She shouted over the angry roar of the inferno, slashing Vampira out as Vesta shot at them with a gamely grin, the two Seraphims clashing in midair and crossing their swords at insane speed, Killer almost unable to follow their movements as they were only blurs and streaks of blue and red energy which went off with explosions of crackling electricity at each impact.

Columns of lava shot up at them from every direction as Vesta grinned, and Killer closed his eyes and bit his lower lip as he dangled ingloriously from Ira's strong hand, focusing all of his energy and knowledge as he felt Ira channeling her own through him... and the fire turned somehow liquid first, then a jelly that struggled to move and dance, as the flames lost their texture... before it noisily cracked into solid ice, a mile-wide north pole in the middle of the green Meadows, with cruel thorns of clear ice reaching 300 feet into the sky, gleaming under the sun.

"Good work!" Ira shouted, with genuine admiration, and he grinned stupidly at that unusual reward from the severe mentor before she dropped him unceremoniously, the male easily landing atop of one of the huge columns that a moment earlier had been made of magma.

Ira and Vesta were still viciously dueling, and now Ira could reach up to draw Vampira and match Vesta in parity... but the Queen of Seraphims had an obvious edge, no matter the skill and grace and power of Ira: Vesta simply was in a special league, and it was all too evident that she was holding back.

Killer made a face at this, thinking of how powerful she had to truly be, before he leapt again into the air, ready to clash with them, and Vesta turned to grin at him cheerfully before her eyes closed, her hands still easily guiding her swords to repeal all of Ira's slashes and lunges... before a fearsome, icy wind blew into him with the force of a meteor, and a hurricane quickly formed, the wind getting more and more powerful as Vesta laughed and was wrapped up into the terrible tempest, the sky darknening as black clouds appeared overhead, the tornado connecting them and the ground as lighting tore through the sky and the colossal structure of ice exploded into deadly blades, boulders, bullet-like fragments, slivers, all of them being thrown up into the infernal tempest as Killer and Ira were both slammed away, and captured at the same time, prisoners of the twist as they struggled against it and screamed in agony as the wind itself and the ice weapons slashed wounds all over their bodies.

Killer felt wounds being ripped open in his arms, his back being sliced, his chest torn, and harder-than-granite blocks of ice slammed into him, a terrible blade of ice sinking into his forearm and ripping its way through until the bloodied, sharp tip ripped its way out the other side, making him howl in pain... And Ira's wings were nearly torn off, sword-like black feathers joining the debris into the hurricane, before she arched her back with a howl of rage and power, and Killer stared as she glowed and crackled with terrible energy, her eyes glowing emerald as she grinned viciously and serrated her hands into fists, her own claws digging into her palms and blood flying into the wind from her hands...

And she grew. In the space of a blink, she was standing perhaps one hundred and fifty feet tall, her muscles bulging with power, her hands opening as her fingers cracked, elongated and turned into solid, deadly talons of black metal, harder than any steel. The fin over her cobra hood grew larger, and shark-fins sharp and mortal as sword blades stretched up from it in a row, as two enormous bull horns glowing with flames grew from the back of her hood. Her scales grew visibly tougher, taking on the consistence of diamond and all growing a sharp edge, a blade-like ridge down the middle, as her legs cracked, the knees snapping backwards as she gained an unguligrade stance, the muscles of her thighs expanding and bulging with newfound power, her biceps growing even huger as well, and spikes ripped out of her spine, down her back, deadly and powerful, further ones expanding from her sides to embrace her huge - and even bigger, even in proportion - breasts, squeezing them to a somehow smaller size and building a protective cage around them.

The wind stopped, and Killer found himself levitating absurdly in midair, motionless along with the ice boulders and all the other debris, staring at Ira in amazement and, somehow, in intense arousal, as her fascination, beauty, and natural magnetism somehow increased exponentially, even as saber teeth pushed out of her still beautiful muzzle, and her tail lengthened and then separated into four whip-like appendages, all ending in deadly, huge hooks. Last, but not least, four of her wings fell off, bursting into flames well before reaching the ground, as the two that remained stretched over a massively larger span, stretching out of her shoulder blades, muscular and speaking of power, as she touched down on the ground and roared, arching her back and still glowing with terrible energy as she slashed her claws through the absurdly-motionless tornado that hid Vesta, Killer realizing in shock that Ira was literally freezing the hurricane into place.

Another mighty roar echoed over the Meadows, however, and the tornado dissipated to reveal a growing Vesta, the queen of Seraphims easily matching Ira's incredible sizes and her own body crackling and glowing with power, her muscles bulging bigger and stronger still as her sickleswords mutated, wrapping around her forearms to become golden manacles covered in runes, as the queen's golden armor grew to match her new prodigious sizes, her wings glowing almost blindingly white, her fangs gritted in an eager grin that matched Ira's own as the two titanic females grappled together and snarled at each other, emotionless eyes glowing sapphire and emerald and enormous muscles bulging as they wrestled each other, their gigantic feet ripping canyons into the Meadows as their muzzles almost touched and lightnings of energy crackled and boomed through the air around them, shockwaves of force ripping open a deep crater into the ground as their growls echoed over the prairie.

Vesta had grown bigger and far stronger, but differently from Ira, she had not undergone such evident challenges in her body and appearances, which made Killer wonder, for not the first time, who Ira really was... before Gaia stood up and said calmly but firmly: "Enough."

Both Ira and Vesta relented in their vicious wrestling, and straightened with amused, matching grins before looking down at Killer and Gaia, both females enormous and godlike as they towered over them, their bodies radiating power and energy still crackling around their arms now and then.

"This is going way out of control for a sparring match." Gaia scolded, the scene all but amusing as the two titans bowed their heads in shame, Vesta grinning stupidly as she rubbed a hand slowly in her blond hair. "Lord Killer is supposed to break his Seals by control, not by overwhelming them with power. The fact that you two are the first ones who get into it enough to start losing control and sizing up like that is neither encouraging, nor a good example at all. What if Lord Killer is the one losing control? What if he snaps his Seals all at once?"

Vesta and Ira traded a worried look at that point, the fear evident even in their expressionless glowing sockets, and Vesta replied dumbly: "No way. Huh. That...that would be a problem."

"Grave understatement." Gaia replied with unusual coldness, crossing her arms on her chest and glaring at the two Seraphims until Vesta huffed and looked a way for a moment, crossing her arms on her chest before she sighed in surrender.

"Funkiller." The Queen muttered, before she closed her eyes and quickly shrunk back down to her normal sizes, energy glowing around her until she was done... And Ira closed her own eyes a moment later, shrinking down rapidly as she glowed with fearsome energy, her body reverting to its original look, until she was standing on the field, like nothing had ever happened at all, looking ashamed of herself as her eyes returned to normal and she looked awkwardly away, even if Killer looked at her with concern.

"You weren't supposed to see this, sorry." The cobra finally murmured, looking at the distance with a sour look on her features, cheeks slightly blushed, her gaze hard and cold with self-hate.

Killer looked at her quietly for a moment, and then he gazed off to the side, to see Vesta and Gaia exchanging worried, embarrassed looks that told him that they knew exactly what was wrong with the cobra Seraphim... Not that he didn't understand it on his own, anyway. As incredible as it sounded, he was growing more and more convinced that Ira was a Seraphim, yes... but at the same time, she was first and foremost a demoness. She still wouldn't explain him, she still refused to talk about it, but he wasn't blind. He had seen her using Dominate, a power typical of Lust demons, that he had seen in Regina, and now he had just seen her change, take on a powerful, enormous new body, just as he had once seen Regina doing. Ira herself had taught him in the detail that Regina, back then, had taken on her Personification: she hadn't so much changed, but brought out her real demonic self, something that most demons did rarely, if ever, and normally only when they needed all of their power to get out of danger. There was also a mid-way stage, called Expression, which was even more rarely used... And Ira's change, Killer thought, really did look like her Personification. There wasn't another realistic way he could find to describe what had happened, or at least not one he was aware of. What saddened him deeply was that Ira most evidently felt ashamed and guilty and scared of having shown that side of herself. It literally hurt him to the core to see her suffer, to see her all but wishing to be something, someone else, when she was such a wonderful person, as he had learned having her as Mentor.

"It was... formidable, Ira." Killer said softly, smiling widely as he looked at her gently and with complete sincerity as he added: "The greatest thing I ever saw: it was totally awesome!"

The cobra blinked, gaping a bit as she turned to look at him with surprise, her eyes gazing at him to search for an hint of irony, of hate, of fear or horror in his eyes, but he just smiled back at her with affection, and she looked at him for a long moment, rubbing a hand awkwardly over her huge, strong bicep before she asked hesitatingly: "Aren't you... horrified...? Wasn't I... ugly...?" She paused, making a grimace of distaste as her eyes flickered out, almost getting back to pits of light as she was tempted to hide her discomfort. "Didn't I scare you...?"

"You wish you scared me." Killer replied gently, smiling at her softly, and she smiled weakly back at him, before he added sincerely: "Don't punch me, but... I actually found you beautiful. You always are, but this... was different. In a way, it was even better." He paused, smiling and winking at her before adding playfully: "You totally got me aroused too, honestly."

Ira snorted and rolled her eyes at that, but Killer was all too glad to see her smile getting brighter and larger as she realized that he really was being sincere, her eyes expressing relief and gratitude even as she huffed: "I won't hurt you. For this time." Then she smiled and finally nodded and said gratefully: "And thank you, too."

"You know, I'd totally hit you, as well. He's not the only one that finds you hot." Vesta cheerfully added, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders and squeezing her to her side, making the cobra wince at the strength of the playful half-hug as the white tigress grinned widely.

"There is nothing Lady Ira should be ashamed of." Gaia added quietly, smiling gently at the cobra as Ira looked at her with gratitude, before the goddess took Killer's huge hand in her own and looked up at him quietly. "I think Lord Killer has shown some very impressive progress in the fight... his elemental control has improved enormously, and he starts getting a bit of a grip on magic as well. Physically, he's improved immensely."

"Babe, you can say that out loud." Vesta grunted, rubbing a hand slowly over her powerful abdominals, grinning to the huge male. "I've never been hit that hard in all the Eons I've lived, and he's only getting started. And I really don't know why Ira bitches about him being a slow learner. He's definitely been learning his lessons."

Ira clicked her tongue and crossed her arms on her chest, making a bit of a face. "For a thing, he's a bastard." She said firmly, but she smiled amusedly at him, her eyes looking at him with affection. "In training, his concentration is horrible and he regularly fails at almost anything, looking like an hopeless disaster. Get him sparring, and at the first try he will get it done."

"Well, it's the fight that matters." Vesta shrugged easily. "Better to fail in the training and doing things right in the fighting than doing it the other way around."

"Or fail at both." Killer added playfully, and Vesta nodded seriously, grinning a bit as she crossed her mighty arms on her chest before adding: "He isn't a slow learner at all. I've seen plenty of slower learners, the fact is just that you are a perfectionist of the worst kind, babe."

"Alexis is learning far faster." Ira replied firmly, holding a finger up pointedly, and Vesta made a grimace, clapping her fingers in an ironic image of a mouth babbling.

"Alexis is insane! She's not a suitable term of paragon, I don't even think there's ever been someone who's developed so much fucking power in so little time! Use realistic comparisons, and he's doing well." The queen of Seraphims exclaimed, Gaia nodding from her corner even as Ira still looked unconvinced.

"With all his power? With the supernatural control he has, that means he uses the elemental attacks he does just because he simply does not need to use a spell for them? He could do better." The cobra replied wisely, Killer rubbing a hand in his mane slowly as he grinned stupidly.

"He could, and he probably will. Especially if you help him concentrate by leaving him release some steam at least every now and then." Vesta observed, looking at her flatly, before poking a mighty, huge breast insistently as she added: "And you totally would be better off yourself if you did the same, instead of always being cold like an ice lolly."

"Ok, ok, I did get that! I'll let him fuck the brains out of people and all that stuff and shit. Just... stop that." Ira countered, backstepping as she held her hands up under Killer's amused glance as Gaia quietly shock her head, smiling in entertainment.

"Good." Vesta agreed cheerfully, grinning widely before clapping her hands together. "Now, if none of you has objections, I will help Lord Killer with his lustful hunt for insides to fuck until they become outsides. Besides, I happen to badly need my brains seriously rattled myself, so it is a total win-win."

Ira sighed and dropped her face in the palm of a hand even as Gaia blushed and covered her mouth with her fingers, looking amused and shocked at the same time, until the cobra nodded and said simply: "We'll make it back to Eaglenest, and wait for you there."

Killer nodded, and Vesta tilted her head to stare at the reptilian female and the leopard goddess as they walked towards a swirling portal that Ira opened easily before them, the muscular tigress frowning and calling: "There's space for you two too, if you can stop being gay for a little while!"

Ira glared at her a bit from over her shoulder, before vanishing into the portal, followed by Gaia as the goddess blushed and looked back at Killer with longing, waving a hand at him quietly and hesitating for a few long moments before finally making it through, as Killer smiled to her and waved back.

"How can they say no...?" Vesta asked incredulously, before turning to Killer with an hungry, almost ferocious grin as she licked at her muzzle slowly. "No problem though, more for me."

Killer grinned back with equal hunger, sapphire eyes glowing into sapphire, before she walked up close to him and wrapped her arms around his thick waist, leaning her head against his chest.

"Come with me, there's a place I want to share with you." Vesta said softly, and with just a thought she opened a large portal, gently forcing him to turn on the spot and pushing him quietly as he smiled, backstepping onto the portal... and out the other side, welcomed by the sound of waves slapping powerfully onto the cliffs, a salty breeze caressing his body as he looked around himself to see that they were standing atop a breath-catching cliff that plummeted vertically for over a mile, straight into the dangerous and yet fascinating Middle Sea, enormous, angry waves slapping into the wall of stone with a constant, distant rumble.

The Sun glowed, low and huge, on the distant corner of the sky, with the Moon looking like it was just meters above them, all the other stars gleaming warmly, unnaturally big and "close" to the eyes of Killer, still used to the very different sky visible from the Mortal Plane. Here in Heaven, the sky felt at hand reach, and the Sun never did really set, it and the moon always sharing the space above.

In the distance, to the East, he could also see the profile of Orion towering over light mist, its mini-stars floating as always above the immense bastions and towers of the town-fortress. Around him and Vesta, only trees and tall grass moved in waves by the marine breeze, the place a haven of peace and salutary solitude, a little heaven in the Heaven as he looked over the immense sea before them, still squeezing Vesta close, his strong arms wrapped around her waist even if one hand still held Wyvern.

"Thanks for sharing this... it is a beautiful place. I feel... relaxed here. I feel like I could just sit down and look at the sea for whole days." Killer said softly, looking down at Vesta with a loving smile as she looked back at him with affection, before pushing a finger against his lips as she grinned and observed hungrily: "I hope we will do more than just gaze at the ocean, though..."

"You can bet." Killer replied easily, grinning back at her as he looked into her eyes with hunger, his hand sliding slowly down her hip to gently push under a golden plate of her armor to squeeze a bare, firm buttock roughly, lifting her clear off the ground as she let out a low grunt of delight, licking her lips greedily and pushing her hands over his powerful chest, as they kissed passionately, their muzzles locking as he viciously assaulted her, pushing his tongue in her mouth as their eyes slid closed and they growled hungrily.

He backstepped blindly, then sat down on the grass, his back leaning against the bark of a huge tree as Vesta pushed forwards against him, strong arms wrapping around his thick neck and squeezing him needingly closer as her huge muscles bulged and rubbed into his own mighty shoulders. Her long, beautiful legs wrapped around his waist even as he conquered her mouth, her tongue wrestling him back valiantly still, but starting to submit as he growled hungrily and bit at her lips, tasting her blood as he forced forwards, muscles bulging explosively as he slammed her back down into the soft earth, the Seraphim groaning in pleasure as her back arched, her enormous breasts pushing against his masculine chest, her crotch arching up to seek his even as he shoved down, letting her feel the immensity of his godlike member. He let go of Wyvern, the huge sword resting in the grass as his now-free hand grabbed Vesta's own as she reached out with a strong arm to shove at him, and they playfully wrestled, huge muscles bulging with power as they rolled once in the grass, Vesta gaining the top... only to be easily shoved down again as the male laughed even into the interminable kiss.

When he finally pulled back, their tongues stretching out and chasing each other for a moment longer as their eyes opened again, glowing with matching flames of passion and with the same teasing challenge.

"Are you really sure you and Alexis aren't relatives...?" The huge male asked teasingly, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other shamelessly moving to pin her down by squeezing a firm, sumptuous breast.

"Not really." Vesta replied with a little grin, licking at his cheek lovingly in a very Alexis-like gesture, yet in a different way that let him know that it was her very own love acting. He smiled down at her amusedly, and the muscular female smiled back, looking into his eyes for a moment before nodding and flicking her wrist, a sealed scroll appearing in her hand. "This is the letter of Alexis... I'm sorry I've kept you two waiting for so long, but I had no chances to do otherwise."

"I know." Killer replied gently, smiling before kissing her forehead softly as he took the precious letter from her hand. "By the way, how did you escape the Metatron's tracking power...?"

"I did not." Vesta replied seriously, making a bit of a face. "There's no way to hide from the Metatrons while in Heaven... not even a Demigoddess like me can slip under their radars." Killer did not react at her admission of being something which went well beyond Seraphim, and well deep into the field of godlike: he already knew of her true nature, despite the fact that Vesta had never before boosted or even hinted it. Indeed, even now she had said it casually and without intention... it had been Ira the one who had explained to Killer the true extent of Vesta's power.

While "godlike" in itself meant actually a lot less than people normally liked to imply in the term, since some gods were literally only marginally stronger than Mortals, Vesta was a true demi-divinity, with immense powers and knowledge and incredible, brutal strength. She was far stronger than a lot of Gods could ever hope to be, and Killer knew well that he was far still from seeing the real bounds of her possibilities. Yet, even Vesta cannot escape the Tracking...

"Then how can you be here...?" Killer asked curiously, and Vesta smiled a bit before explaining calmly: "I've been taking my precautions. Gabriel is telling everyone that I'm out on patrol or some shit like that... and the Seraphims will tell the same thing to anyone who asks. If there's no alarm or suspect, the Metatrons won't check on me. Being a monarch has its little advantages: I still have some freedom, and I'm not checked on constantly. You, on the other hand... well, whenever you move around, your name glows on all the Metatron's scrolls and alerts them all of each and every change in your whereabouts."

Killer made a grimace, turning his head away for a moment in distaste, before smiling softly at her as she reached a hand up to gently cup his cheek.

"They know you are here... but I arranged this beforehand. You're on a training mission set by Ira, officially. We shouldn't have problems, unless some of the bastards get curious and look into what you are doing."

"Will they ever stop hounding me...?" Killer asked flatly, rolling his eyes upwards with a snort, and Vesta shook her head slowly, making a bit of a face.

"What do you think...?" She asked ironically, looking at him in a way that told him clearly that there was no hope, until he sighed tiredly and looked up at the sky for a moment, as if for asking for the gift of patience.

Vesta smiled at him affectively, and then turned on a hip to reach a strong arm out for Wyvern, seizing the enormous sword in a hand and pulling it up easily as Killer straightened and sat back down on the ground, letting her sat up before him as well, pulling the crimson blade in her lap as she looked at it with interest.

She traced a finger down the blade, smiling a bit to herself, before easily lifting it point up, aiming the sword straight up to the sky and holding it up single-handedly - in itself, a feat that very very few could even think doing, with the massive size and weight of Wyvern - as she tested the balance of the design.

Killer tilted his head to the side and looked at her in amusement, even as the Seraphim turned the sword to trace a finger down the size-shifting runes that Diana had, long ago now, carved into the thick golden spine that ran down the middle of the monstrous blade, adding to its weight, power and resistance.

"Diana told me about gifting you with a little enhancement to your sword... she did a good job, too. A size-shifting spell might look like nothing at first, but with you getting bigger and bigger, it'll actually be precious." She looked up at him with a teasing grin, and he smiled back at her before feeling her eyes "touching" his bulging, powerful chest and mighty arms.

"Besides, at some point you'll learn to size-shift yourself, and without a spell on her, Wyvern might well become little more than a toothpick to you when you grow." Vesta added, and Killer's eyes narrowed in focused interest as he processed the implications of the casual hint she had delivered.

"You mean that you expect me to be able to grow at will, like you did earlier with Ira...?"

Vesta looked at him tenderly, with something like amusement at his disbelief, before she cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed his lips gently. "Lord and Master Killer, there is very little that will be beyond your possibilities when you'll bring your full power into play. You've infinite possibilities... inside you boils a power that is tremendous, for lack of a better word for it. A power of Light and Darkness, of Creation and Destruction. You will be able to grow far bigger, far stronger than me, Ira, or anyone else, with ease. Why do you think the Gods are so scared of you, otherwise...? They fear the power of your hand. They fear that your Rise will eclipse them all..." She paused, smiling as she leaned against his chest and rested her head on his strong shoulder, pushing her head under his, between shoulder and cheek, kissing the side of his neck tenderly even as he stiffened a bit at her words. "I have no fear of your rise, instead. Indeed, your ascension will be my paradise, as I've devoted myself to you. As Alexis did the night you met, I did the day I first saw you, and confirmed my choice the first time we met, Killer: whatever your choice, whatever your order, whatever you will do with your power, I will follow your lead, be your weapon, your lover, your shield, whatever you'll want me to be. My life, the lives of a million planets... they are not important. I will do all it takes, sacrifice all I must, in order to serve you, and make you happy."

Killer swallowed at such promise, at such first oath of faith and servitude... and it sent a shiver of mixed feelings crackling like icy electricity down his spine as he felt the strength in her arms, the power of her muscles, the massive possibilities of the demigoddess in his arms. She had made him feel small and unimportant with the power she had shown in the sparring... and yet, she was the one giving herself to him, putting forwards a promise of servitude, the one bowing before his power. It scared him. Terribly. It made him think again of the tremendous might he had seen Black Killer showing; it made him think of how far he could go, how great could his power grow. It made him horrified of himself, and at the same time made him grin inside, made him feel almighty and unstoppable, and it gave him a pleasure that was, literally, physical. It gave him sexual delight, not just satisfaction. It made him flex his body on a lustful reflex, his muscles bulging with power as he all but felt stronger...

And Gods, he was stronger. He had Vesta, swearing her allegiance to him, throwing away her bonds with Heaven, with the God she used to serve, Elelyon, putting it all in a distant second place as she put him on the throne that ruled her. The most powerful warrior of Heaven. The legendary queen of Seraphim... His.

Mine.

He gazed into her eyes with a mix of gratitude, love, domination and need, and she grinned at him enticingly before they kissed again, roughly, hungrily, muscles bulging with power as they wrestled each other into hugs that felt like finishers, as they seized and pulled at each other with what could easily be mistaken for pure violence, in a dance of need and strength.

"Does it mean that I'm accepted...?" Vesta asked cheerfully when the kiss finally broke, grinning and licking at her lips dreamily as she looked at Killer, and the male snorted-laughter in amusement, shoving her away playfully as she laughed and sat up, Wyvern resting in her lap, her hands leaning on the flat of the gigantic blade, before she beamed and smiled cheerfully, nodding to herself. "I have an idea for a little gift too."

Killer looked at her curiously, and the Seraphim traced a finger down the spine of Wyvern's blade. "There is still space for imbuing Wyvern with another spell here, and I know exactly what to add. Do you trust me...?"

"I trust you." Killer replied quietly, nodding with a smile and making Vesta grin happily before her finger began to quickly draw intricate runes down the blade, the golden spine of solid metal growing covered with elegant, crimson-glowing runes which carved themselves into the steel following the movements of the demigoddess's hand. When it was over, the long sequence of runes glowed with energy and white light for a moment, before the gleaming subdued, leaving the sword smoldering for a few moments as the huge blade seemed to glow with a new, ghostly light that took on the color of the blood due to the crimson blade.

Vesta looked down at the massive weapon for a moment, then smiled and held the sword to Killer, who seized the handle quietly and gazed over the new sequence of gracious runes, the sword glowing happily as if recognizing him and his touch... and he arched an eyebrow with a smile, asking calmly: "Soul-sucking spell...?"

"Yes." Vesta nodded, then grinned and punched his shoulder playfully. "And Ira says you are a slow learner...! Did you recognize the runes...?"

"Oh, hell, no." Killer replied immediately, shaking his head. "But the blade now has... the same ghostly luminescence of Ira's own Vampira sword." He had learned to know well the two twins Katana that Ira handled with such deadly skill and experience: Arctica was imbued with the control of Ice, and at the slightest of touches it could freeze enemies over... while Vampira had a powerful soul-sucking nature, which made the sword capable to, in theory, rip the soul out of an enemy, or interrupt a Possession by literally 'sucking out' the invading spirit from the body. This required skill, power, and time, though... a slash was normally far from enough for sucking a soul out of a body, which could require quite terrible struggles for the most strong-willed enemies. However, even just scratching an enemy with a soul-sucking blade was enough to sap a terrible amount of vital energy from his body, quickly weakening the rivals even just with flesh wounds, which could be very useful in the most desperate situations, to balance massive numerical disadvantage in particular. "Thank you, Vesta."

"My pleasure." The Demigoddess replied easily, looking at him as he caressed the flat of Wyvern's huge blade for a moment before piercing the sword point-down into the ground, at arm reach.

She shoved him playfully to the side, and he snorted as he caught himself on an arm, but Vesta merely smiled cheerfully as she took his place, sitting down with her back against the huge tree, before crossing her arms as she reached up for the golden chains that crossed over her cleavage to hook into a chain-collar around her neck. She grinned at him teasingly as her hands easily released the chains, the links tinkling together quietly as she slowly pulled forwards, until her chest-plate of golden armor came off, revealing in full the glory of her firm, enormous breasts, squeezed together by her muscular forearms as she smirked and winked at him enticingly, before finally hanging her armor from Wyvern's handle.

She seized her huge breasts in her hands, pushing her firm, sumptuous swells together, index fingers reaching for her huge, fat black nipples as Killer looked at her hungrily, drinking of the way she played with herself, rolling the enormous boobs together and licking at her lips suggestively, leaning forwards and half-lidding her enchanting sapphire eyes, before gently seizing one of the deadly spikes of bone jutting up from his huge, muscular shoulder to pull him eagerly closer.

They traded grins as he moved towards her, and she pushed her hands lovingly over his shoulders, squeezing over hard muscle as she spread her legs out in a V and guided him to sit in her lap, pulling him back gently until his head rested over her breasts, her breath-catching cleavage welcoming him as she leaned her head down to rest it against his own, breathing of his powerful scent as her hands slid down his bare front, tracing the profile of his masculine chest before rubbing down abdominals that could dent swords. She kissed his cheek lovingly, and then smiled down at him as he gave her a sideways tender gaze, saying quietly: "I know you've waited to hear from Alexis, every single instant, for all this time. I know she comes first... Read the letter, my Lord, Master and God, and I will take good care of you as you do."

Killer paused at that, and turned to look at her over his shoulder, smiling softly as he said gently: "I love you, you know it, right...?"

"Of course. How could you not...?" Vesta replied cheerfully, grinning before kissing his cheek lovingly. "I love you too." She added affectively, her hands rubbing down his potent chest as he smiled and then turned finally to the letter in his hand, easily breaking the seal and pulling the scroll eagerly open to read, and finally "hear" Alexis after the long total separation, even as Vesta reached a hand up to play quietly with his mane, her other hand caressing him soothingly and lovingly as she let him rest his head on her soft, wonderful breasts.

Lion,

I miss you terribly. I've been thinking of a billion words, a million phrases, to try and explain how much I miss you, but it is an impossible task. I'm squeezing my bullet even now, wishing that I could squeeze you instead.

Killer smiled amusedly at this, looking down at his own hand as it toyed lovingly and almost reverently with the golden round hanging from his necklace.

I miss everything about you. And I crave nothing other than you, and I can only envy that Vesta-bitch, getting to hog you all to herself.

"Oh, yeah." Vesta said cheerfully from behind, leaning her head against his neck, chin resting on his shoulder. "And the point is that she will envy me even more when I tell her that you've grown even bigger, more muscular, and with more cock than ever, and I've fucked you before she could even touch you."

"First, you're gonna get your ass handed to you if you tease her about it, second you probably shouldn't spy into the letter." Killer said idly, and Vesta frowned before shaking her head a bit. "I know what's written in there. I wouldn't look if Alexis had ordered me not to... but I know well how much Alexis misses you, and we talk about it a lot." The Seraphim nodded, then paused and added after a moment: "Although yes, I guess she'll at the very least punch me when she learns about this. But hey, it is totally worth it!"

Killer snorted amusedly, then grunted when her hand slid down his powerful abdominals and her palm rolled teasingly over the obscene bulge in the crotch of his pants, Vesta seizing the monstrous flaccid shaft through the fabric as his member twitched immediately, the huge male letting out a hot breath as he felt his long repressed lusts and needs biting at him hungrily, his cock throbbing hotly and already hardening up.

"Oh, but don't you just crave it...?" Vesta whispered teasingly into his ear, grinning hungrily as she felt him reacting so quickly and eagerly under her touch, her hand squeezing on the enormous member as she rubbed her palm slowly down the length of the obscene bulge in his pants.

"Ira's been keeping me breaking stone, studying, sparring, breaking stone, studying, sparring and again back to the rocks all this time." Killer grumbled in reply, before reaching a strong hand up to squeeze roughly at one of her breasts, trapping a thick, hard and erect black nipple between two of his fingers, grinning as he rolled the huge, firm swell slowly. "Now I'm here with you all over me, and with your breasts in my face and your hand playing on my pants. You really can't blame me."

"Are you implying that I'm awesome...?" Vesta cheerfully asked, grinning as she nuzzled him lovingly, and he smiled in amusement before replying easily: "Yeah, I am... And you'll better pull my pants down before I bust them, too."

"Oh, but wouldn't that be funny to see...?" Vesta asked teasingly, licking her lips lustfully as her eyes burned with passion, one hand massaging his thick, potent chest gently and the other pumping at his mighty member slowly through the jeans... Killer grunted and grinned himself, resting his head back over her huge, soft breasts and smirking as her hot breath washed in soft pants over his cheek as she finally lost the little patience she had left, and her fingers swiftly moved back to the fly of his pants, easily working the button open, and then pulling down the zip, even as Killer switched his attention back to the letter of his beloved.

_By the way, Alcana has visited me here in a pause between the fights, one day when she was at the front... told me of how you resisted all her offers, how she craves you, and how lucky I am at having your love. I really did not need her to tell me: I know all too well how lucky I am... but still, it felt like you were close, like you were squeezing me to your chest, and telling me 'I love you' once more. Thanks, lover... I know it is a challenge to resist her, but... you are giving me an invaluable proof of your love, and I have no words to explain how much it means to me. It is a terrible challenge for her too, though. She craves you as badly as I do, lover. And she won't bear it much longer: I've told her, and she's been unable to reply. She soon will be accepting her defeat... and when she does, fuck her. Hard. No pulling back at all, Lion. Once you win, the best gift you can make me is to make a gift to yourself, and fuck her brains out, make her "pay" for all the challenges and teasing. Fuck her hard, Killer. _

I've also met Ira, your mentor... had a talk with her too, and we even fought together in some clashes near the Wall. I like her. And not just physically. But there are weird aspects about her... for example, it was pretty evident to me that she craves you no less than me, yet she... seem scared of sex, to start with, and she does not really trust anyone quite to the end, to conclude. Although I see that you've left dents in her armor: she's learning just how much there's of special and adorable about you, past the strong body, past the handsomeness, past the power, even past the huge cock. She's learning that she can trust you... and I know I can trust her. She is a good mentor, I can tell... and she will make for a great ally, a good friend, and most likely lover, sometime in the future. I sure you did notice the many weird points about Ira, though... she's far more demoness than angel, don't you think? I've tried prowling in her mind, admittedly, but she kept me sealed out - a very impressive feat in itself -, and I did not want to be too invasive. I've already learned to respect her enough to know that she does not deserve to be treated in such a way. Vesta also won't tell about Ira, and overall it is correct: it will be Ira herself who answers our doubts one day, when she'll be ready for it.

Killer looked up from the scroll, smiling to himself in amusement and pride as he looked at Vesta with affection. The queen of Seraphims was one of the very few people Ira evidently trusted, with Gaia probably being the other... and both were faithful enough to keep the cobra's secrets, like true friends do. It made him glad, because Ira certainly needed friends, with how the rest of Heaven treated her. And he wasn't going to ask at all. Vesta would probably tell him if he ordered her to, due to her absolute dedication to him, but it would have still been unfair to both her and Ira, and he wasn't going to put the Demigoddess into such a difficult position.

Also because, admittedly, Vesta was now making his back arch with a grunt of pleasure as she pushed his pants and black boxers down his muscular thighs, holding her breath as her eyes opened wide and she trembled a bit, staring as his immense member was revealed. She had already seen, touched, experienced and worshipped it... but it was always impressive, no matter how many times you were confronted by it. And besides, he had been growing stronger and bigger in every way since the last time they had been together, so that now she was faced by a much more powerful Killer.

Still mostly soft, throbbing in the beginning of a mighty erection, twitching majestically like a giant waking up, his member was both thicker and longer than she remembered, and by large, as inches after inches of huge obsidian cock were unveiled. His testicles made Vesta groan in delight and astonishment as they hung, massive and powerful, mocking all men she had ever seen with their potency. None could call themselves a male after seeing such true masculine paragon, and yet even more thick maleness continued to come unveiled, inches becoming feet even though he was still flaccid, until she bent forwards to shove his pants and underwear further down his legs as he lifted himself up a bit to help her, and his cock was revealed, dangling majestically past his knees, covered in bulging veins and ending in a colossal flared head.

"Oh, fuck." Vesta breathed hotly, before grinning to him and licking his cheek hungrily as her hand wrapped tentatively around the monstrous shaft, her other arm squeezing him against her chest as her fingers rubbed on his chest. "This is going to be so fucking epic."

Killer turned to the side, winking at her and grinning back as he kicked his pants and boxers off before sitting up a little and spreading his legs out in a V as the Demigoddess's hand squeezed at the massive girth of his member and pumped on his length leisurely, licking her lips slowly as she looked down as it quickly started to grow towards its full glory, making her pant lustfully as her fingers were pushed even further apart as he grew bigger, larger, huger, his mighty shaft filling up and throbbing with power as it erected itself majestically.

Killer let out a grunt of delight, finally letting go of himself, his muscles flexing with vigor and pent-up hunger, as his eyes closed and he licked his muzzle slowly, arching his back a bit as his cock throbbed powerfully in her hand, Vesta moaning at the feeling of it and her eyes burning with amazed, craving lust as a gigantic blast of clear, hot pre arched majestically into the air, shooting easily a dozen of feet away and past the edge of the cliff, before beginning to fall towards the angry sea below, his cock towering at full glory, enormous and steel-hard before Vesta's eager gaze, the Seraphim moaning and shivering in delight as she seized the gigantic shaft with both hands now.

She slid elegantly up from behind him as he leaned his back down against the tree, laying down with a relaxed grin as moved like the tigress she was and went down to her knees before him, looking up at him lovingly as she pushed her face against his cock, grinning even as she rubbed her cheek slowly up and down the top of his shaft, her hands squeezing on his hot flesh hungrily, before she lunged in with a growl, her tongue stretching out to lap teasingly at the flared, massive head of his member. She let out a murr of delight as she tasted his hot, clear pre, closing her eyes for a moment before kissing his fat, huge head, suckling on it hungrily even as she angled his massive shaft forwards to trap his length between her sumptuous breasts, making him grunt and flex in delight as he felt pleasure rolling through his form like liquid fire in his veins.

She grinned at this, arching her back to push herself forwards against his gargantuan shaft, her hands moving up to her own breasts, fingers squeezing into the firm, soft flesh as she pushed her huge swells into his hard member, her abdominals rubbing into the lower half of his immense cock as she slowly moved up and down, looking into his eyes with hunger and love as she rolled her tongue in lazy circles on the head of his member, ending each lick with a loving kiss even as he let out a hot breath and dropped his head backwards with a low growl of pleasure.

His back arched, as delight and warmth rolled down his spine in a shiver of desire, her tongue darting back and forth, teasing him, before she turned her assault into a slow, torturously-delightful lick ending in a worshipful kiss, and her breasts felt soft and hot and so wonderfully alive and welcoming around his shaft, making him grunt eagerly as his member throbbed powerfully and sent another thick blast of pre shooting out, splattering on Vesta's face and into her mouth, making her moan lustfully as she tasted him eagerly, her tongue scooping more of his thick fluid inside, as she swallowed like it was the sweetest of nectar, and she had been thirsty in the desert for years.

She relented slightly after a moment, stroking a hand over his powerful abdominals and then rubbing at his potent chest lovingly, pushing her face against his shaft with a low, loving purr even as she grinned gamely, looking up at him with teasing amusement.

"You'll better read that letter to the end, fast." She suggested firmly and suggestively, licking her muzzle hungrily before kissing at the tip of his huge cock, pushing slowly down with her head and sinking him inside her mouth, suckling over his length and letting her tongue dance all over his shaft... And Killer grunted in delight, as her tongue moved in ways he didn't even dared imagine being possible, sending shivers of lust up his body even as he returned his attention to the letter, one hand still wrapped lovingly around the golden bullet at his neck. The love for Vesta was sincere and strong, but Alexis was always going to be the only real goddess of his heart, after all... and he eagerly read into her message, almost hearing her voice talking to him, like she'd do when curled up in his arms, cuddling with him in bed after the hundredth session of hard, rough and delightful sex...

Vesta is helping me studying a way past the Metatron's and Gods' repression, so that I can reach your mind again and we can at least talk. And then I'll find a way around their surveillance of us, so we can move around freely, and meet without them knowing. Vesta said it has never been done... but it is not impossible. It will just take lots of power. More than has ever been seen before. But this, lover, does not scare me. I've already broken a pair of Seals, and it has made me unbelievably stronger. It scares me, Lion... but at the same time, it gives me thrills of delight. It makes me feel like I've no limits at all, like Reality itself will bend before me if I so order. All this power, lover... it is fearsome. But what impresses me the most, is that many Seals remain to break, and I feel like I'm... not even getting started. Like I'm not even trying. It both scares me and makes me eager to find out how far I can really go.

Killer shivered at this, closing his eyes for a moment and swallowing as he felt a thrill of both fear and lust at the thought of what kind of power could excite Alexis so much... and even more, he wondered on the fearsome proportions of her full power, considering that she was most evidently only getting started. It was terrifying to think about... yet, like her, he was also aroused and tempted by the thought of such might.

And here comes the real problem, lover. I find it harder and harder to control myself. You know what I'm talking about, Killer. You are probably the only one who understands it for real. That foolish, destructive lust for crushing everything and everyone. To rampage, to do what I please, no matter how terrible. To beat down and destroy without pauses, all I find on my path. Most people here are of no help. We are supposed to save them all, yet we are treated like prisoners. Kept far from each other. Treated like dirt, kept at distance like we were monsters. Look at Ira, and at how she's treated, too. Is this Heaven...? Is this the best people we can hope to find in this universe? If they are, perhaps we shouldn't even try saving them at all.

There is only one thing that keeps me in cheek, lover: you. Even if we are far away, I'm still your second, I'm still yours. And so long as you will fight to save this world, I will do the same. Spread Light, and I will add light and heat to the Sun that you are. Decide to conquer, destroy, crush, and sink the universe into darkness, and I will add to your power, I will be the weapon of your conquest and ascension. For all my power, for all my possibilities, I know that you have even greater strength, and I know that your dark lusts are just as strong as mine. As long as you feel they have to be repressed, I will not let myself go. It is unfair, lover, I know. I'm loading you with the responsibility of my actions, and not just of yours... but you are my God, my lover, my king, my everything. And I will always listen to you. It'll be your order that matters to me, and nothing else. Not my life, not the life of anyone else. Because you are stronger, because I love you, because you are everything that matters... and even more, because you never leave me alone. In the Light and in the Darkness, you are there to love me, protect me, guide me, and support me. You never leave me alone, and I know you'd give your life to save mine, without hesitation. I will always do the same for you, lover, and love you with all my soul and body.

I love you, Lion, far more than empty words can explain. I'm doing my best to soon reach you, at least with my voice, if not in person... every second that passes away from you, is an endless torture. But now go and fuck Vesta. Hard. Make her cum hard enough that I feel it as well, even from here.

Love you,

Alexis

Killer grinned to himself at the last request Alexis made in the letter, and he looked down at the seraphim, licking his lips slowly as she grinned back gamely, knowing what he had just read, and kissing the head of his gigantic member teasingly.

But he had to pose her a further question, much as holding back from just leaping over Vesta was seriously getting complex. The letter of Alexis had reinforced his own worries and his own bitterness, and added urgency to his thoughts. "Do you think Alexis and I are Gods...?" The huge male asked quietly, putting the letter down near Wyvern with all the love and reverence that can be imagined, like he was putting a sleeping Alexis into bed and kissing her good night, not just putting down a scroll.

"Dude, have you ever looked at your cock...? It... like. Totally answers the question." Vesta replied dumbly, grinning widely as her hand stroked up and down the enormous length, the muscular tigress straightening a bit on her knees. He looked at her flatly, though, and the Demigoddess rolled her eyes upwards before answering firmly: "Yes, I totally think you two are Gods. Indeed, if you aren't, it is because you are... something beyond godlike. Something greater, something unique and entirely new." She bent forwards, leaning her head against his thick chest, rubbing her cheek gently into his masculine pec, as she stroked a hand down his strong abdominals, and she finally kissed his chest lightly before looking up into his worried eyes. "But you must stop fearing yourself and what you are. Ultimately, you'll always be who you decide to be. You strive to be a force for good... and as long as you will want to be, you'll be."

She smiled, and Killer calmed some at the way she affectively looked down at him, full confidence shining in her sapphire eyes, until he murmured a thank you... and she immediately grinned, standing up before him as she shoved him playfully back against the tree.

"Now we take care of each other's lusts, Master." Vesta announced, spreading her legs wide as he looked up at her, the muscular female shaking her hips in a slow, skilled dance of seduction, her powerful abdominals flexing lightly but with impressive power as she slid her thumbs down under the golden chains that kept up the plates of her groin armor, her long, simple loincloth brushing over his chest as she walked forwards a step and nearly pushed her sex in his face as he seized her thighs in his hands, smelling her arousal and need, and actually touching and seeing the shiny wetness of her desire rolling down in streaks and streams along her long, enchanting legs.

She slipped the triple chains down her hips, grinning down at him as she pushed slowly down her armor-loincloth, before bending forwards to kiss his forehead teasingly as she slipped easily out of it and threw it to the side, straightening before him to let him see the black, soft lips of her sex as they blossomed with need, dripping clear juices on his chest and making him growl in pleasure as every drop seemed to burn into his flesh, hot as it felt.

He growled hungrily, grinning as he slid his hands slowly up her thighs until he seized her shapely buttocks and squeezed on them roughly, dragging her forwards and making her groan in surprise and delight as he lunged in and eagerly kissed her sex, fangs nipping teasingly at her soft lips as his large tongue lapped greedily at her juices, before delving inside her as he pulled her roughly closer, Vesta's eyes opening in surprise and delight as her back arched and she nearly fell over, shoving a hand into the tree's trunk for balance and combing his mane lovingly with the other as he easily lifted her clear off the ground, kissing her dripping vagina with passion.

He growled hungrily, closing his eyes as he rolled his tongue inside her, lapping at her inner walls teasingly as he mouthed her obsidian, welcoming, soaked-wet lips, his hot breath washing inside her and making her shiver in delight, her body flexing with power and lust and the tree cracking loudly as her hand clamped savagely on the trunk, sending cracks spreading into the wood as her claws sank deep into it. She flushed, cheeks taking on a deep red, even as her muscles flexed with power and her other hand pulled his head forwards needingly, his large, skilled tongue sending thrills of pleasure up her body that she had never even imagined, feeling a raging fire spread through her form from her sex as he nearly shoved his thick muzzle inside her, snarling hungrily as he squeezed her buttocks savagely and made out with her sex with indescribable lust, before he grinned even if he didn't relent his assault at all, when he lifted a hand clear of her wonderful curves before slapping at her buttock firmly, making her groan with her own gamely grin even as he manhandled her domineeringly.

Drool mixed with her hot juices, dripping from his muzzle and dangling in sticky ropes that sent splatters of mixed juices on his body and on the grass around them as he shoved his tongue as far he could into her, nuzzling her sex with such hunger that he nearly lifted her higher into the air with it alone, as he mouthed her nether lips greedily and moved his thick tongue with all his skill and experience.

Vesta groaned in delight as she felt his hot breath wash inside her, and her thighs spasmed with pleasure, trembling a bit as he nibbled gently at her erect clitoris, lapping against it hungrily and sending liquefied lustful fire in her veins, her eyes opening wide as she let out a snarl of amazed bliss and her hips bucked automatically against his working muzzle, the Demigoddess shocked at feeling a mighty orgasm already dangerously close, even as she eagerly breathed his name over and over.

She didn't want to give him victory so soon, though, and she flushed heavily before drawing her hips back with a moan, even as they continued for a moment to eagerly buck into the air towards his muzzle, the huge male looking up at her with a cocky grin as he licked hungrily at his soaked muzzle, tasting her eagerness and need before asking teasingly: "What, is it too much for you...?"

Vesta grinned down at him gamely, murring lowly as she stroked a hand up his chest... before turning it in a forceful shove, pinning him to the tree as he grunted and looked at her in amusement, the Seraphim easily turning and bending over, her tail coiling teasingly under his chin and caressing his throat slowly and suggestively for a moment as she twisted her hips and made her perfect buttocks dance before his eyes, her black vagina dripping with need, a buttock reddened and bruised by his slaps, the other roughly manhandled as well, the toned perfection of her curves just begging for more.

His eyes burned lustfully at this, and he grinned with a low, hungry growl as she seized his cock in both hands, double-fisting his gargantuan member even as her fingers failed to wrap more than halfway around his immense girth, her huge biceps bulging with power as she jerked him off hard and fast.

"All this cock... Fucking Gods, there's more cock than a mind can handle... oh, fuck, look at this... there's not an equal... and you're bigger than last time. When Alexis will learn about this...!" Vesta exclaimed, laughing as she hungrily pumped at his colossal shaft. "I'm the first riding the Beast... the first riding the best, the first riding the biggest!"

It almost scared her. He was huge as it was, and sucking him off in Eaglenest had been epic... but hell. Back then, he had been almost 100 inches long, immense and powerful... and now, now he was almost thirty huge inches larger. She did not need yardsticks to know... her eyes saw by themselves the glory of his godlike maleness, his monstrous shaft towering at a generous 122 inches. He felt harder, he felt stronger, and even if his body had grown in size and power as well with the training, he had not just conserved the proportions: he was even thicker and longer than he had been, even in proportion. He was the only rival of himself... and he had majestically beaten his own records.

It made Vesta tremble and question her chances, even as the fire in her loins only burned even hotter, her sex flexing with craving as she bent forwards and pushed her face against the gigantic shaft, her tongue dragging up the huge flare of his fat head, making him grunt in delight... and she grinned, licking at her lips greedily to taste his flesh even as she announced throatily: "Let's see if I'm up for the challenge."

Killer grinned, and then his back arched as energy and heat surged into his body, his muscles flexing with power as he let out a growl of bliss as the Demigoddess dragged her tongue along his shaft, both of her hands pumping his enormous length with urgency as she let her drool streak down his flesh, mixing with his pre as she spread it with her hungry tongue, with her cheeks, and with her fingers, coating the monstrous member in mixed slobber that made his black flesh shine.

He had already experienced the wonders of her mouth and long, skilled tongue, but still it felt like he was learning it all again for the first time, as her kisses and laps sent thrills of heat and lust raging in his body, giving him pure ecstasy as he closed his eyes and dropped his head backwards with a growl of pleasure, his strong hips acting of their own accord and beginning to easily thrust up into her hands and against her heavenly tongue, making her groan in welcome... Before he grinned and fought back, pushing his muzzle back at work in her incandescent, sensitive sex, forcing forwards roughly and all but stretching her lips wide as he pushed his tongue back inside her, dragging it with torturing slowness over her inner wall, rolling it in lazy circles that made her cry out in bliss, eyes closing as she breathed his name and kissed the massive head of his shaft, before making her move as she growled hungrily and tugged the monstrous shaft back to angle it more favorably as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, her jaw giving a pop that even he could hear from behind, and over the wet wounds of his lovemaking with her sex. She sucked him in, breathing hard in whistles from her nostrils, eyes grinning triumphantly as he groaned loudly and sent incandescent breath washing over her sensitive passage, enticing even more the orgasm that she was barely able to still delay.

She moved forwards, sinking more of him inside her as her tongue made a welcoming cradle for his enormous shaft, the male grunting and flexing as he felt himself invading her throat, her neck literally bulging with the girth of his colossal shaft. She continued to consume more and more of his immense shaft, and Killer's ecstasy skyrocketed at the feeling of her throat muscles flexing and massaging around his cock, the tightness almost painful on him but only adding to his delight as the wet hotness of her throat made him arch his back in bliss. A loud choking noise followed as she pushed further forwards, and he felt himself spearing into her somewhere insanely deep within her body, as her breathing ceased entirely, all her airways crammed with thick, potent flesh. She was advantaged by the fact that she actually did not need to breathe at all in the first place, being the immortal that she was... like most demons and angels, particularly those who had once been mortals, she breathed more out of habit than anything else. It allowed her to lunge forwards again, her hands squeezing into his colossal shaft and guiding him inside her painfully-stretched jaws, letting out a muffled, choked groan of pleasure and shuddering violently for a moment as she sunk half of him inside her, drool leaking from her lips and streaking down the huge cock, even as she pushed forwards again.

Pleasure did flare again, pushing him closer to the edge as he felt his body on fire, his shaft lodged deep inside her and squeezed and massaged by her flexing muscles and throat, her hands pumping eagerly at the few feet of shaft still untroathed, and her tongue somehow able to move and tease him slowly and masterfully despite how stuffed up her mouth was with his flesh.

Vesta was even closer to her own release, his mouth a torturous instrument of pleasure that made her sex burn with heavenly bliss, and she shivered when Killer pushed forwards hungrily, his long tongue delving deeper inside her as he slurped and tongue-fucked her ripe pussy, mouthing her erect clit teasingly as one hand wrapped on a buttock and the other pushed to her front to stroke at her powerful abdominals.

He scored a new point as she let out a choked, muffled shriek of delight around his cock, eyes rolling up in her head, but her tongue made him grunt and tremble with an hungry, masterful dance around his shaft... before she grunted in what sounded like a challenge, and scored her own main point as her hands left his cock and seized his strong hips instead, Vesta lunging forwards a bit more and sinking a few more inches inside her depths... before he let out a grunt of surprise and delight as she scissored her legs open wide on either side of him and drew her sex away from his muzzle as she gracefully arched her legs and ass up into the air, slowly moving into a perfect hand stand with Killer's gargantuan cock lodged deep down into her throat, her legs joining and aiming skywards majestically as he stared at her, panting hotly and feeling his body burning with ecstasy as she suckled greedily on his shaft.

She turned her hand-stand in an upside-down vertical pushup, strong, gorgeous muscles flexing and bulging with power before his burning eyes as she sank more and more of him deep inside her, throating and throating the endless, godlike shaft.

"Oh, fuck...!" Killer growled, eyes closing as he let out an incandescent pant of burning bliss, head dropping backwards and a gasp leaving his jaws as he finally felt her muzzle push into his enormous testicles, the female nuzzling into his sac teasingly even as her breasts pressed down into his body and her throat bulged with obscene fullness, the outline of his immense shaft clearly visible and the head of his cock spearing all the way down to the bottom of her stomach. It nearly pushed him over the edge as the pleasure in his body increased to almost unbearable levels, making him flex and arch his back as if zapped by electricity, his hands reaching up to seize her hips and pull her back up his length for a couple of feet, loving how his shaft shined with drool, pre, and other fluids from her depths, drips of slobber falling onto the grass as sticky ropes of mixed juices dangled from his enormous cock before he pushed her down again, jacking himself off with her throat like she was his personal cocksleeve. It made him growl in delight and amazement, feeling himself thrusting into depths he definitely shouldn't have been ravaging, feeling his cock buried in a squeezing inferno of flexing muscles and heat, feeling her tongue giving him a thousand different treats seemingly at once as she licked and teased at his length in ways he didn't even understand, his orgasm feeling closer and closer even as he tried to hold back, to resist and deny her the victory of having him coming first...

Vesta grunted in surprise as she felt him shift, the huge male carefully pushing up to rest on his knees, then slowly standing up bit by bit, lifting her strong, muscular body in the air more with his colossal cock than with the hands squeezing at her hips to guide her in whole-body bobs up and down his godlike length.

He fucked up into her with his powerful hips now, and wrapped his mighty arms around her waist, pulling her close to him, her abdominals rubbing into his thick, strong chest as her legs automatically bent to wrap needingly around his neck, pulling him to her... And he did not resist, grinning and licking his lips at the sight of her soaked sex, before he pushed his mouth back over it and was rewarded immediately with a loud groan of delight from Vesta, her body flexing against his, her eager sex squeezing around his tongue and burning with heat.

She replied eagerly, making his own pleasure spike as she pushed herself up and down along his immense shaft with a hand that seized at his hip roughly, the other hand instead moving down to squeeze and fondle at one of his gargantuan testicles, but even as he grunted and she felt his huge biceps flex and bulge against her, she still couldn't resist any longer, the bliss in her body and mind simply unbearable as she pushed faster up and down along the gigantic member, bucking her hips hungrily back against his working muzzle as he let out a victorious growl and redoubled his masterful efforts. It made her shiver with insane delight, her control lost as she moved in a frenzy and screamed in pleasure, almost no sound coming from around his thick flesh, but the muscles of her throat squeezing around him almost painfully, massaging his incandescent length and bringing him closer and closer to his own release, even as she "lost" the race, her sex clenching needingly around his tongue and muzzle as her muscles flexed with her release, hot juices of bliss spraying up and on his face and into his mouth, rewarding him for his work as he murred lightly and eagerly tasted her bliss, fluids dripping down his muzzle and onto his chest and streaking down her powerful abdominals as her eyes bulged and rolled up in her head, one hand squeezing at his huge testicle hard, and the other clenching on his hip hard enough for her claws to draw drops of blood from his flesh. It only added to their pleasure and to the inferno of burning, delightful sensations, however, his own claws long sunk into her own sides as he guided her in her movements up and down his shaft.

She screamed again and again, bucking her hips hard against his muzzle as her passage clenched in her orgasm, juices blasting out of her and onto him... and then, finally, after the longest of times, it began to subside, and Killer drew slowly back from her sex with a last kiss, before turning lightly to the side and hungrily licking at her inner thighs, still wrapped tightly around his neck, loving how they were still quivering with her bliss.

She pushed up slowly, hands pushing over his abdominals as she began to withdraw, his cock coming free of her ravenous throat slowly, inches after inches of mighty obsidian shaft revealed, polished and shining with a thick layer of mixed, hot fluids, until she finally came free, his mighty member coming out of her mouth with a loud pop and a slosh of slobber and drool and pre, the enormous shaft waggling a bit through the air as it towered hard and fully ready for more, sending drops and splatters of juices all around even as a few thick, wet ropes still connected it to her mouth... Until Vesta severed these, licking her lips hungrily with a blissful purr, her hands pushing into his chest as she turned to look back towards him. "Beautiful bastard." She scolded teasingly, punching his chest playfully and making him grunt with the strength of even a joking blow of hers, even as he grinned widely back at her.

She easily brought a leg up into the air and above his head, and elegantly flipped sideways into the air, landing on her feet at his side as he looked at her with passion and leisurely stroked his enormous member with a hand, grinning at her in a silent but very clear challenge.

Vesta smirked amusedly at this, and cracked her knuckles and neck before grinning and beckoning with a finger for him to come to her as she easily laid down on her back in the grass and pulled her legs up, spreading them wide for him, offering herself as a sacrifice and pushing her fingers gently inside her sensitive passage as he walked up to her. "Now for the main course... You owe me a real brain-shaking. Shove it all in, and make earth quake."

"With pleasure." Killer replied easily, grinning down at her as he went down to his knees and bent over her, putting her in his shadow as his strong body loomed over hers, the Seraphim turning to side to lick and kiss teasingly at his muscular arm as his hand settled near her head and he guided his monstrous shaft with the other, the massive flared head of the heavy obsidian cock pushing against the slightly-parted soaked black lips of her sex as she moaned softly for him.

And he grinned teasingly as instead of thrusting in, he pushed gently forwards, making her groan as her eyes closed, pleasure zapping through her as his massive shaft slipped forwards and slid slowly over the blossomed lips of her sex, over her still sensitive clit, inch after inch of godlike shaft sliding over her most sensitive region and pushing over her abdominals and all the way up to her chest, up between her breasts, until she could easily kiss the head of the immense member as his goliath testicles slapped into her vagina gently, letting her feel the whole mass of his balls and giving her a shiver... which turned stronger as he wrapped his lips around a thick, erect nipple to suckle at her enormous breast even as he pulled his hips slowly back, playing the return note with the mastery of a violinist as his immense shaft 'played' with her eager sex.

"Shove it in, shove it in, I need to feel it all...!" Vesta growled hungrily, her back arching as her hands shot up to grab his potent shoulders, but he was merciless, torturing her with pleasure as he withdrew inch after inch... before guiding his massive cock at the tight entrance to her passage, the huge tip pushing just enough to spread her lips a bit, in anticipation of what was about to come... And Vesta purred, and then cried needingly: "Take me, Master!"

Killer complied, growling hungrily as he pushed in, and Vesta threw her head back with a scream that was agonizing and triumphant at the same time, her back arching at the mighty feeling of her lips being savagely stretched as he invaded her tight passage, the huge male roaring as he slammed forwards powerfully, shoving as deep as he could with that single vicious thrust, juices squelching wetly from within her as her inner walls were destroyed and reshaped, his member tearing her open wide as something loudly tore inside of her, making her roar-scream once more as blood burst out of her passage and streaked down his colossal shaft.

A tear rolled down either cheek, but despite that, she eagerly bucked back against him, roaring in lustful delight as she shoved against him with such vicious hunger that he grunted in surprise as she impaled herself willingly on his cock and screamed his name, tugging at his shoulders needingly before howling in pain and ecstasy as he snarled and slammed forwards again. Vesta screamed in bliss, throwing her head back with a delirious look of pleasure on her face as more of his enormous member sunk into her tight, dripping sex, making her roar with delight as her legs kicked out on either side of him, thighs trembling uncontrollably as he grinned and seized her huge breasts now, squeezing them together and rolling them teasingly as he grinned down at her, and the Seraphim stared back into his eyes as if hypnotized.

It was their first time together like this. Last time, they had been interrupted after she had delighted him with the wonderful skill of her tongue and throat, and she had reluctantly had to leave before giving herself to him for real... but now, now the moment had come, and her spine arched of her own will with the intensity of the bliss she felt, feeling like he was reaching everything into her body, as if he was filling her up after an immortal, endless life that now felt empty and pleasureless, her legs spasming and her strong muscles flexing and bulging with the ecstasy of the moment. The pain was frightening, and blood rolled out of her in a streak as more and more of his enormous member invaded her, but the agony just added to the ecstasy, made it even more glorious as he ground forwards into her and pushed her down into the earth, pinning her into the grass as he roared in delight himself, overwhelming euphoria burning in his body as energy surged through his form, his own muscles flexing and bulging with power as he all but felt stronger, like his power was growing just as his cock was throbbing against the squeezing, tight and ruined walls of her conquered vagina.

"Give it to me! I fucking need it!" Vesta roared hungrily, tugging him forwards as he hesitated for a brief moment, wondering if he had just grown too big even for someone as strong as her, and he growled back almost ferociously, their muzzles pushing together as they roared against each other in hunger and challenge, before his strong hips pistoned forwards powerfully, and Vesta's eyes went wide as she screamed his name so loud it echoed down the cliff and over the sea as he buried half of his immense member into her and shoved her over the edge once more, her sex clenching almost painfully around him as her vagina exploded with pleasure and pain at once, squeezing into his flesh with ripples of muscular motion that half tried to dislodge the semi-welcomed invader and half tried to suck it in deeper, gouts of sweet cunt nectar blasting from her depths and noisily squirting out of her insanely stretched lips, from both sides of his enormous member, even as he grinned and easily thrust back and forth inside her, increasing her pleasure even further.

She spasmed under him, her sex squeezing at his cock like an iron vice, feeling like incandescent, molten metal around his shaft as her juices blasted out of her and soaked his testicles in her pleasure, the huge male looming over her and grinning teasingly into her eyes as she howled his name and slammed her hips back against him with delirious eagerness, even as he refused to shove in further for now, only fucking her lazily, barely thrusting and with just a fraction of his enormous member, yet prolonging her orgasm, stretching it for minutes, torturing her with never before imagined bliss. Her trembling legs wrapped around his thick waist and squeezed, tugged at him, tried to urge him on, her eyes staring up at him adoringly and disbelievingly as her back arched and she moaned his name again...

But he just rode her orgasm, grinning and throwing his head back with a growl of delight even as he half-bit his tongue between his fangs, holding back his own release and yet knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer with how his body burned with ecstasy.

Finally, when her endless orgasm started to slow, leaving her panting, he suddenly drew back most of his enormous shaft, making her grunt and then open her eyes wide as he pounded down into her full force, thrusting forwards viciously and finally tearing all the way inside, hilting himself with a triumphant roar as his massive testicles slammed into her cheeks like wrecking balls, making her bounce a bit even as she howled out in pain and delirious euphoria, arching and back and curling forwards against his chest as her sensitive passage surrendered again, quaking with another orgasm, building on the tail of the one just subsided, as she buried her head in his thick chest and screamed, her passage tightening even more around the liger's hard obsidian shaft before it started to rhythmically clench, as a hot torrent of her sweet nectar burst in her passage and sprayed out of her, releasing in torrents that raged out either side of Killer's cock as her orgasm hit with frightening force.

Her arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him needingly closer even as he pressed down into her with a groan of bliss, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and dragging him forth as she frantically bucked against him, impaling herself on his enormous member... before howling his name as he pulled back several feet and then slammed back down into her to the hilt, beginning to hammer her depths with growing power and speed as he thrust in and out, in and out, his thick cock delving deep into her with every pass as Vesta rocked her hips back against him, moaning loudly, as he spread her blossomed sex wide, wet juices leaking down from her vagina in a steady flow that coated the male's enormous testicles and dripped down into the grass, squelching wetly each time his balls slapped into her firm buttocks with each mighty shove , the sounds adding a whole new level to the experience as she cried out over and over, groaning his name again and again and giving wordless, inarticulate sounds of high bliss.

Killer was amazed by the ecstasy he felt Vesta experiencing, and he groaned in his own unbelievable sexual bliss as she moved back against his shoves, trying hard to keep time but often failing... but it wasn't important. She made it all up with the way she constricted around his shaft, with the way she willingly shoved herself back to meet his powerful shoves even as blood leaked out of her as he began sawing mercilessly in and out of her, pile-driving his immense cock into her depths as he roared and started to inexorably lose his control, his delight rising towards the highest levels as he groaned in pleasure and did his best to resist, even if he increased his rhythm and power even more, pounding into her ferociously, his immense shaft tearing deep into her over and over as her sex clenched and her sweet fluids erupted out of it with every hard slam of the liger's monstrous shaft deep into her, Vesta roaring in disbelieving delight as she felt the ground beneath her back giving, caving in as she sunk into the ground a bit with the power of his pistoning, his testicles smashing into her like sledgehammers as she began to kiss him hungrily, licking his chest, then moving up his neck, then over his face as he grinned and closed his eyes with a groan of bliss... And despite it, their hands locked, and their huge muscles bulged with power as they wrestled each other lustfully, Vesta pushing upwards and Killer shoving her down under his massive body, each lover putting enough strength in the duel to move a mountain as their mouths met in a passionate, almost vicious kiss, the two roaring in each other's mouth even as their tongues wrestled, their bodies working together, both panting hard, spasming against each other and roaring and growling and dueling, her orgasm still lasting after over twelve minutes of endless, intense and crazy sexual euphoria.

And he finally lost his control, growling in her mouth and hammering even harder into her as she broke the kiss and threw her head back with a scream, feeling him stiffening even more inside of her, feeling like diamond as his hard cock pounded her savagely, fluids splattering all along their crotch and their lower bodies as his testicles smashed down into her with enough force to leave bruises and make her whole body bounce.

"Oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck... give it to me, give it to me!" Vesta howled, grinning at the air as he roared and the power in his voice and body made her tremble in both fear and lust, before her eyes bulged and she screamed again, legs kicking at the air and thighs quaking uncontrollably before collapsing down on the ground as his first enormous blast exploded into her like a nuke, smashing and flooding her insides in a long, immense eruption, before he somehow found even more strength, as he began to piston fiercely back and forth, pounding her savagely as he released blast after blast after blast into her depths, gargantuan load after gargantuan load, never slowing, never stopping, thrusting powerfully enough to shove her backwards even as her hands clawed at the ground and dug trenches into it.

His enormous testicles smashed into her over and over, the huge, heavy orbs smacking painfully into her and spreading the bruises on her buttocks, as each loud splat sent up a wet squelch and launched drops and gouts of juices up from her body as their mixed fluids leaked out of her, her blood mixing with her pleasure and with his potent seed as blasts of his semen exploded out of her in every direction, overflowing her passage as much of his gargantuan load flooded back out her vagina even as he continued to fill her up with more and more potent blasts of seed. As volley after volley flooded inside her, all Vesta could do was revel in the ecstasy of it all, screaming for more, howling his name to the sky, as her head felt clouded by the unimaginable ecstasy of it all.

And finally, after long minutes, Killer began to slow, flushed and his muscles flexing against her, bulging with power and bliss as he swallowed and gazed down at her lovingly, and she looked back, kissing him lovingly for a long moment, before he slowly pulled out of her, Vesta groaning as she felt his shaft move back through her passage, until it came out with a loud pop, followed by a thick gush of seed and juices which cascaded out of her stretched-wide, gaping sex as he let her feel the void he left in her. She moaned and collapsed on her back, breathless, her breasts heaving and her whole body splattered with juices and glowing with pearls of sweat, her thighs still spasming... But she grinned, even as she weakly closed her eyes for a moment. "Gods, does it ever show that you are a God. And made of Lust."

Killer grinned stupidly at that, looking with amusement and also something like embarrassment over the veritable lake of sperm in the grass, and the many smaller but still huge puddles of juices all around them, her blood adding speckles of crimson here and there.

It had been glorious, to say the least... and he smiled as he turned back to see Vesta rolling over with a blissful wheeze, her eyes rolling in her head as she slumped against the earth, in the crater she had dug in the shape of her own body while the vicious power of his pounding had crushed her down into the earth. Her juices continued to squirt out of her even now, her orgasm not quite over yet, as blood and his potent seed streamed down her legs and cascaded out of her vagina as well, but she only sighed in total bliss and said quietly: "I love you... gods, how I love you... You are a bastard, but you are my God. I love you."

"I love you too, bitch..." Killer replied gently, leaning over her and kissing her forehead softly... before he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her a bit towards him, making her grunt and swallow hard as she felt the enormous flared head of his powerful member pushing at her tender, tight rosebud. "Think you are up for some more...?" He asked teasingly, gyrating his hips a bit and letting her feel the tremendous mass of his shaft pressing against her tender passage, and Vesta grinned, licking her lips hungrily.

"Hell, yes! You've not quite yet fucked the living shit out of me... it'll take you more than this to knock me out." Vesta exclaimed eagerly, crossing her strong arms under her chin and looking up at him sideways, looking like her exhaustion was already a memory of a far past as she grinned and her eyes gleamed playfully.

"In this case..." Killer said calmly, smiling a bit as he gained a better position behind her, stroking a hand down her back before using it to push her gently down, shaped buttocks up in the air as he seized them eagerly in his hands, rolling her shapely forms together. "I'll have to persist."

He thrust hard forwards with a hungry growl, slamming his goliath cock forwards and ripping into her body to make her howl in pleasure, arching her back immediately as more than two feet of immense shaft tore down her tiny passage, stretching her tight ass insanely wide as his tremendous girth obliterated her tightness, Vesta screaming in agony and pleasure both as blood sprayed up from her torn passage, but she eagerly bucked back against his thrust as she gave him the last of her holes, giving herself completely to him.

She howled again as he shoved forwards again, roaring as he slammed forwards with his strong hips and forced himself into her, deeper and deeper, Vesta's body sliding forwards on the ground even as she anchored herself as he buried himself forwards, over half of his enormous member ripping into her and stretching her wide with the rough ferocity of the liger's immense strength, his hands gripping tightly into her body and jerking her backwards even as her hips rocked in synchronization with his shoves, the female eagerly pushing back against him even as he pistoned forwards again, throwing his muscular weight into the movement at the same time and slamming almost to the hilt in her.

He grunted in bliss as he felt his pendulous, enormous testicles swing forwards to slap wetly into her ravaged, still gaping sex, splattering his own seed everywhere as he slid a hand forwards, up from her hip, his fingers stroking up her strong back and into her long blonde hair before stroking down the side of her neck and onto a shoulder. Vesta groaned in pleasure and anticipation as his fingers seized on her shoulder, and he pulled her hard backwards as he shoved forwards once more gyrating his hips at the same time, hilting somewhere insanely deep inside her as his huge shaft drilled her and gyrated against the hot walls of her once-tight, gripping passage, her legs trembling in bliss and her breaths coming in hard, delighted pants as he ground himself forwards over her.

She groaned, then rocked her hips back against him, and the liger grunted as he leaned his body over her, covering her with his huge form as he planted himself before beginning a hard, fast thrusting, pistoning himself powerfully in and out of her passage and making her pant all the harder in bliss, her glorious, enormous breasts swinging back and forth and slapping lightly against one another as she rocked her hips hard backwards against the hard, strong thrusts of her master, rolling her head on her shoulders and spreading her legs a bit wider, begging with a look over her shoulder for more, for harder, for faster as she licked her lips lustfully and growled as she urged him on as she picked up the pace herself.

His massive testicles slammed against her vagina with every hard thrust forwards into her anus, making her back beneath him and raising her muzzle in a loud moan of pleasure as his massive, thick-veined shaft slammed home into her over and over again, as she moaned hungrily and grinned as he felt his other hand leaving her hip to squeeze on one of her enormous breasts.

She knew he was only getting started, after experiencing the savage pounding of earlier, and the sheer anticipation of what was to come almost doubled the intense pleasure his strong movements gave her, as she rocked back against him, her body hot and lustful as she moaned hungrily, the potent taste of Killer's immense cock still in her mouth and on every breath she took as the huge male buried his enormous member deep into her again and again, stretching her tailhole ridiculously as the slaps of his huge, semen-filled testicles fed a fire burning in her crotch, her vagina leaking her sweet juices out down her thighs as she felt an orgasm rising in her groin, the pleasure burning in her anus as Killer sent his huge penis slamming into her body again and again only exciting her more and more, and the bliss in her body already enough that ecstasy threatened to send her past the point of no return.

Killer did not miss the signals, grinning and increasing his pace, even before she groaned loudly and slid one arm down her front and began to masturbate rapidly, shoving four fingers into her vagina without difficulties as she was still gaping wide, feeling her fingers sinking into thick, still-incandescent semen mixed to blood and juices that still continued to dribble out of her, and rubbing a thumb at her clitoris, hips bucking firmly as she cried out in bliss.

He easily speeded up his pistoning, hammering down into her powerfully now as he rolled her huge breast in his hand and murmured teasing words into her ear, grinning as she arched her back and moaned loudly, pushing her fingers deep into her sex again and again, grinding her palm against her clitoris even as his colossal testicles slammed into her like wrecking balls, her vagina tightening around her fingers as she felt her orgasm hit, her fluids pouring down her fingers and washing over her hands and thighs as she bucked hard back against Killer over and over, crying out in deep bliss and doing nothing to restrain her ecstasy, muscles flexing powerfully.

Killer grunted, the tightening around his shaft sending his pleasure skyrocketing as he began to slam himself even harder in and out of her, and he thrust with greater power as Vesta continued to revel in the delight of her orgasm, eyes bulging wide as instead of dying off, her orgasm only intensified as he rode its waves and urged even more delight into her body by pounding her savagely up the ass as Killer dropped his body overtop hers, pressing down against her back as he let out a grunt and then a long growl of pleasure, massive shaft slamming into her tight anal passage as he pushed his muzzle over her shoulder, kissing her cheek gently, one hand manhandling an epic breast, the other leaving her shoulder to push down her strong abdominals, stroking towards her pussy and washing in the waterfall of hot, clear juices squirting out of her before he made her groan, pushing his own thick fingers inside of her clenching passage as he said teasingly: "Owned."

"Fuck yeah!" Vesta replied in full agreement, panting hard but grinning as she added: "But I'm not over yet."

"You'll better not be..." Killer replied in entertainment, before pounding into her harder, pinning her down to the ground and spreading his legs wide as he began to pile-drive savagely inside her depth, making her release an howl of amazed ecstasy. "...Because I just started!"