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A new chapter is finally complete. Also, 69: insert dumb pun here. In this chapter there is some very tough content. I was about to rate is as extreme due to rough sex, gore and the memory of rapes and murder that are contained in this installment. In the end, i settled for adult, but still, be warned. If you've been following the series for a while, though, you will by now have an idea of what to expect. Enjoy, and remember that comments are always welcome. _ _

A beautiful flower, born from deep, dark sin.

Chapter 69 - Sin

Killer swallowed a bit and nervously rubbed his hands together as he made his way across Eaglenest's hospital to reach Vicky's bed. Diana had sent him a message saying that the doe had finally awakened from her painful, exhausted coma, and the huge male knew that the time had come to offer the little girl a choice. She had supported him from well before they had known each other, and she had never faltered, never hesitated in campaigning in his favor, even in the most hostile towns, even where the self-proclaimed Righteous most vehemently, and often violently, opposed him and the plan to bring him to Heaven.

She had followed him even on the bloody battlefield at the Wall, and she had charged against Sikanjal with no hesitation when he was on the ground, broken and vulnerable.

It was a miracle that she was still alive after so courageously and recklessly standing in the way of a monstrosity like Sikanjal, whose power absolutely dwarfed the lithe, sweet angel to insignificance. Killer thanked the heavens each and every time he thought back to the terrible, fateful moment, trying to convey to unnamed, unknown powers all his gratitude for the fact that Vicky had survived, even if barely.

The unfortunate girl was actually dying, slowly but surely: Sikanjal had left her body irremediably damaged and poisoned with a destructive amount of Unworld residue which was literally consuming her vital energies from within. There was nothing that could be done in traditional ways to remove the poison without snuffing the last of her vital force out in the process. There was no machine and no magic that had both the power and the accuracy required to purify her body in a non-lethal way.

The only way to save her was through a miracle, which meant a fear above the reach even of many divinities.

Killer looked down at his hands, sighing and making a bit of a grimace as he considered once more the situation: it was very fortunate that he had the kind of power required to perform miracles, including the elimination of the deadly Unworld residue, but there was also a price to pay. If he used his energies to purify her body and repair the horrendous damage it had suffered, he would effectively rebuild her full of his own essence. It would not automatically make her a Disciple, but it would stop just short of it: it was a life changing event that would mark her forever.

And he did not want to force it upon her without her consent.

Had it been urgently necessary to save her life, he would have acted without hesitation, but he was thankful for the fact that he had not needed to make the decision autonomously. She was going to be given a choice, and there is nothing more invaluable in life than the freedom to make our own choices.

Of course, she does not have many alternatives to pick... Killer bitterly thought, making a grimace as he thought of her scarred, ruined face in which the eye sockets were filled with nothing but poisonous, murderous residue which would slowly eat her life away.

Her alternative is staying blind and scarred and wait for the slow, painful and inevitable death... she'd really have to hate me a lot to refuse my offer of help.

Considering also the devotion and love she had shown to him, he could have acted right away, without asking. But that would have been cruel in its own way: she deserved the possibility to choose.

I only wish her choice could happen without her life being in danger and her beautiful eyes gone.

_ _

He had nothing but the most sincere of affection and respect for Vicky. The courage she had shown at the Wall was extraordinary: it was easy to be courageous when possessing great power, after all, but much harder when possessing only modest strength. What she lacked in raw power, however, she abundantly made up in bravery and determination.

She also was a formidable artist, as Killer remembered with sincere, deep admiration: her hands were magic when it came to drawing, and she could perform miracles with a pencil. Killer and Alexis jealously kept several portraits she had made of them, and many more propaganda posters she had realized in their favor.

Killer had been a bit ashamed when the message had arrived: Diana had left a couple hours earlier, at the end of a ferocious orgy that had gone on and on for a long time after Alcana had been made into a Disciple. She had left to head back to the hospital and take care of the many casualties still slowly recuperating, while Killer and the others, after a brief pause that had seen them drinking some of Gaia's tea while naked, sweaty, bloodied, sticky with cum and still hot and eager, had all too quickly teased each other back into yet more sex. He felt guilty about his endless hunger and about how easily he gave in to temptation while Vicky was still prisoner of her hospital bed and Diana worked tirelessly to heal the countless casualties still flooding in from every corner of Heaven.

The message from Diana had spurred him to action, at least: he had quickly made ready to meet Vicky, to finally talk to her and, hopefully, heal her and gift her the strength she had more than deserved, and Alexis and the others had also moved on, to join William in the training camps that had been erected around the fortress. The angels willing and ready to fight, both against Hell and against Typhon and his armies, were being re-equipped and re-organized into new legions. The Legio XXX Victrix was the model the other divisions attempted to recreate, and several legions of Dark Wings, the Seraphims collared by Killer, were already on operations. Manticora was working on readying another, that she would lead personally, the Legio XV Ferrata. The name had been chosen in virtue of the heavy armor worn by the Seraphims of the division: all suits of armor were being forged by Lemuel in person.

They were running low on Godblood, however, and soon they'd need to either find an alternative material with adequate qualities - and the only chance was to have Killer or Alexis creating such a material from scratch - or they had to launch an attack against the temple-cave in the 7th Heaven where the precious crystal-metal was extracted.

Killer and Vesta had briefly considered the issue, and although he and Alexis had demonstrated that they could create excellent super-strong metallic alloys by solidifying Light and Darkness, they had already decided that assaulting the Godblood temple was necessary in any case: if they captured the cave, lack of key resources would become Typhon's problem.

The assault against the Godblood temple was, indeed, the only offensive operation of strategic significance that they could mount, since they did not know where to find Typhon or his genetic and robotic laboratories, the plants that produced Paladins in droves. Fighting back armies of factory-produced clones was never going to be decisive, as Typhon could replace his losses far easier and far quicker than the legions of angels could. No matter how many clones Killer and the others destroyed, even more would constantly pop up... so, until they could locate the laboratories or Typhon himself, the wise thing to do was actually to avoid all the inconclusive battles they could avoid. All the initiative was in the hands of Typhon: he could send his armies out in the field, choosing where to attack, and he would either conquer towns without finding resistance... or start battles that would inexorably weaken his enemies more than his forces. Typhon could lose thousands of clones in exchange for every single true Seraphim, Arkangel, angel or god killed. Clones could be quickly replaced, and real angels couldn't: the attrition game would have slowly but inexorably given him victory.

Thankfully, Vesta knew the location of the secret, fortified temple in the 7th Heaven that was the source of all Godblood used to arm and armour the clones. It was the one weak spot in Typhon's Armada that they had identified: depriving Typhon of access to the invaluable Godblood was the one and only thing they could do that would deliver lasting effects.

Hopefully, Typhon craved that unique resource badly enough that he would be forced into putting his maximum effort into retaking the cave-temple. _If the plan works, his armies and, perhaps, he himself will have to come to us and fight on a battlefield of our choosing. We'll take the initiative out of his hands. _

There was still a chance that Typhon would ignore their actions and refuse to be drawn into battle on their terms, but without their heavy Godblood armors the Paladin-clones were bound to be far weaker, so there was still something to be gained out of it. If Typhon decided to do without Godblood, his troops would become more vulnerable.

Killer pushed those thoughts to the side for the moment, however, as he reached the door leading into the ward where Vicky was being treated. He paused for a moment at the door, shifting nervously on the spot and making a grimace, not knowing what he should say or do with her. How do you comfort someone suffering so badly...? Everything you say and do feels useless and far-fetched. Killer had always hated seeing friends and family suffer: he preferred being the one in pain to seeing his loved ones suffering without being able to help.

He created a large bouquet of colorful flowers in one hand, thinking that it would be nice to show up with something... but then he made a grimace as he reminded himself that Vicky had lost her eyes, and would not be able to see the flowers. Nor could flowers ever soothe the horror of having been permanently blinded... He sighed, looking at the roses with a bit of a grimace, unsure about what he should do, but in the end decided to keep the flowers. They wouldn't hurt, he figured... even though he was always worried that any small gesture offered to someone in such pain and anguish would feel all but offensive.

Killer carefully pushed the door open, as silently as he could, and he walked down the aisle, smiling and giving an awkward little hand greeting to an injured angel who, being awake, saw him coming and attempted to salute.

Vicky's bed was at the end of the room, near the window. A partition tent was pulled, hiding her from view and giving her some extra quiet and privacy. Killer smiled slightly as he heard Vicky's voice as she quietly chatted with Diana: her voice was weak and low still, but it was an enormous relief to hear it again.

As the huge male walked around the partition, he saw Diana sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Vicky's hand and talking to her gently... and as he came closer, the black furred tigress turned and gave him a soft smile from over her shoulder.

"Welcome, master... I'm so glad you are here, Killer." Vicky gently said, turning slightly as if to look at him, even though clean white bandages covered the top half of her face. There were crimson stains in the bandages already, even though Diana had certainly changed them only shortly before: the Unworld residue continued to consume the doe's energies and her very flesh, meaning that her devastated eye-sockets constantly bled, unable to ever truly cicatrize. Killer hesitated a bit on the spot, surprised to see her head turning and facing him even though she was completely blind, but then he walked in, and pulled the partition further forwards, closing the rest of the world out.

"Of course I'm here, Vicky..." Killer gently replied, walking around the bed and absently putting the flowers inside a small jar that already was on her bedside table, before going down to one knee to kiss her cheek. "I'm so glad you are finally awake... I've been waiting for this moment with impatience." He paused for a moment, and then hesitatingly asked: "Did I disturb you...? I was pretty sure I'd moved silently, but..."

Vicky smiled, shaking her head slightly and looking amused as she explained: "I did not hear you, in fact... you are incredibly stealthy for your size. But you are not restraining your aura, master. It is hard to miss your stars-dwarfing energy moving around the castle. Especially with how this whole sanctuary quivers at your very thought."

"Oh." Killer said, before coughing a bit in something like embarrassment. "That's right... I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about... it fills me with hope, with courage, with confidence in the future to feel your energy. You had an incredible aura already when you arrived in heaven, but now it is truly extraordinary. It makes me certain that everything will go well, in the end." Vicky softly said, turning her head to the side to face him, her hands moving up to search his own, gripping it as soon as he offered it and bringing it down on the middle of her chest, lovingly kissing her fingers.

Diana looked at this with an affectionate smile, and carefully stood up from the bed, touching Killer's powerful shoulder and reassuringly caressing the doe's arm as she whispered: "I'll go for now. I'll be back later, but I leave you in good hands."

"In the best hands." Vicky gently replied, reaching up to gratefully squeeze Diana's fingers. The black tigress had taken good care of her: her prowess as healer was a large part of why she was alive and in such good overall conditions... and Diana had offered company, kind words and affection that were just as invaluable.

Killer smiled warmly and kissed Diana's hand before watching as she silently walked past the partition, closing it carefully and leaving them alone as she resumed her work in the ward, bringing her knowledge of mortal medicine and of supernatural healing magic to those who needed it.

"She is a true angel." Vicky said after a moment, and Killer could only agree with her observation.

"It is true. There aren't many like her... but you are one of the few." The huge male softly said, delicately brushing back a long bang of her hair, while squeezing gently on her hand. "And I will always thank you for what you did at the Wall... there will never be a way to truly repay you for the courage you have demonstrated. That you found me worthy of putting your everything on the line, is something that will honor and amaze me forever."

"I love you. That's all there is to it." Vicky easily replied, smiling warmly and squeezing at his hand, caressing his cheek at the same time. "And you really shouldn't thank me at all... Diana has told me what has happened while I was unconscious. She told me about everything you did to keep all of us safe, to give us a tomorrow to shape and to live. In comparison to you, I did nothing."

"I would have died, without your intervention." Killer softly but firmly remarked, leaning forwards to kiss her lips with affection. Or, more likely, Sikanjal would have permanently incapacitated me and brought me in some kind of laboratory where I would have been ripped into pieces to reveal the secrets of my abilities. Which is ten times worse.

"It takes more than that to take you down." Vicky softly countered, licking her lips when the kiss broke. "You would have found a way to react, I'm sure... but I had to intervene. I couldn't just stand back and watch Sikanjal charging at you to deal the killing blow. I love you, and the sole idea of losing you is enough to precipitate me into the deepest darkness..." Her voice died away into silence as she mentioned the darkness, and Killer bit his lower lip with a grimace of pain and sorrow as he heard a crack into her tone, guessing a shiver of despair rolling down her spine as she visibly swallowed. Being blind to the beauty of the world and the magic of life was terrible, and Killer couldn't even imagine what it had to be like. One of the things that most scared him was damage to the eyes: he really struggled to imagine a worse faith than being trapped into eternal darkness, being denied the pleasure of staring at beauty. That Vicky, an artist, was now unable to see the world around her was a crime and a tragedy that howled towards the sky asking for explanations, for a solution and for revenge.

Killer gently moved a arm behind her head and pulled her closer, hugging her to his chest and smiling as he felt her eagerly curling up against his warmth. He was careful not to mess up the small tubes that went from her arm, her neck and from her chest to an IV machine that was parked on the other side of the bed and that worked constantly to try and keep her blood as clean as possible from the contamination of the Unworld residue lodged deep within her. He was careful not to mess up the soft bandages wrapped around her head and covering several other terrible wounds on her body, deep scars filled with black residue that there was no way to fully remove, and he pushed his face into her soft hair, breathing of her faint, delicate perfume as he kissed her gently. "I'm sorry, Vicky... terribly sorry for all these wounds, for all this pain. I hoped I'd be able to protect you and all the others from this suffering, but I failed."

"No, you did not." Vicky countered with energy, shaking her head while pushing her forehead against his thick, potent chest, only a simple black shift covering his chiseled form. "What is still standing and uncorrupted in Heaven owes its salvation to you. The Mortal Plane hasn't fallen in the hands of Hell just because of you and your efforts. That Typhon hasn't won and that we are still alive is all due to you. This is no failure: you did everything we expected out of you, and more."

Killer made a bit of a grimace, staying silent as he bitterly thought of all the pain and suffering he hadn't been able to prevent. Of how he had almost annihilated Heaven, before managing to give it a new shape instead. Of how Gabriel had died. Of how Paradise had descended into civil war. I didn't do so well, really...

He rocked her quietly in his arms, and leaned his head over hers, closing his eyes with frustration and sorrow at the thought that he hadn't even been able to protect Vicky, one of his loved ones. What good was all his power, if he still failed at protecting those he cared for...?

Vicky broke the silence after a long moment of quiet, smiling softly as she said: "Before I forget... I had carried out the task you gave me when we first met."

Killer looked at her curiously, thinking back to that day, to her entrance in the bar back in Orion... and he gave a little sound realization as he reminded how he had asked her to find out all she could about Katy, the little kitty girl who had been so kind and welcoming to him, before vanishing into a crowd which had looked at her with a hostility that the male had been unable to comprehend.

"Most people in Orion have seen Katy, sooner or later. She has been around for a very long time... and everyone remember her because, in all the time that passed, she's not grown a single inch. The little angel looks like a baby girl from... uncountable years."

Killer listened with attention, nodding a bit to himself. Katy had struck him as someone much wiser and much more mature than her look suggested, back at the time, but he hadn't put much thought into his sensation. He hadn't even noticed that she was an angel... probably she had kept her wings hidden beneath her dress in an attempt to better blend in. Now it was easy to understand why she had left such an impression and felt so different from the other children around her. "What caused that...?"

Becoming an angel meant preserving and magnifying the purity and virtue present in the soul, and that meant that, occasionally, children who had died young and gone to Heaven retained their look of kids even when fully mature. However, the body of a child has shortcomings, so that most angels preferred to develop normally until they reached maturity, when the process stopped, granting them eternal youth. Benevolents also aged only to maturity, and then were given a stable eternity.

The doe shrugged a bit and shook her head slowly. "That's part of why everyone remembers her. She is a weird and very rare case. Especially because hers is not a conscious choice, for what I hear. You see, she's... locked into a sad childhood by the fact that she lost her dad in some kind of extremely traumatic way. I don't know how things went for her, but the point is that she misses something so important in her life, that her body is unable to develop any further. She lives with her mother, with no father, I'm told... so, I suppose that what is missing is probably her dad."

"Any reason that could justify so many people looking at her with hostility...?" Killer curiously enquired, and again the doe nodded sadly, making a bit of a grimace as she spat: "Prejudice, first of all. Her rare case of non-development is frowned upon, and the Righteous and other idiots say that her mother is a sinner, a stained soul that should not be in Heaven."

"Why...?" Killer asked, frowning at her words.

"She was raped. And she kept the daughter that resulted from the rape, instead of asking for "purification" when she was admitted into Heaven." Vicky explained, and Killer made a grimace of disgust and disbelief as he growled: "They wanted her to have Katy aborted out of her...? Because having been victim of a rape somehow ruins HER purity...? It is insane!"

"Nobody ever said that the Righteous have sane minds, master." Vicky quietly and agreeably remarked. "They also hate Katy's mother for another reason: she owes money to a lot of them. She made a lot of debts trying to fund the studies that Katy craves: that kitty girl is a first class scholar. She's studied most of the texts of the Library of Truth, which means she knows almost as much as Vesta does. But the books she loves are not for free. They are terribly expensive, and her mother and her struggle to make enough money to pay back the usurers."

"From the very first moment I've known that the Righteous are actually the worst scum in Heaven... and hearing they are into usury does not surprise me in the slightest." Killer muttered, making a grimace as he thought with disgust at how even Heaven was tormented by greed and by the very existence of money. When God had left, the Ruling Prince Typhon had thought it ingenious to begin forging gold and silver coins. He had presented the money to the Heavens like a fair and holy invention: the coins would reward the work every good Benevolent was supposed to carry out, and they would be used to buy "non-essential" and "luxury" items and services. In his words, the Clouds, the gold coins, would dissuade sin and keep it away from Heaven's roads by making it expensive to buy food and drinks. Nobody suffered hunger and thirst in Paradise, as each need was immediately sated by the magic in the very air... but if someone wanted to experience the pleasure of actually eating and drinking, payment was suddenly necessary, as Typhon was convinced that seeking pleasure through tangible food, even in a moderate way, was a sin of gluttony to crack down upon.

Needles to say, the appearance of gold and paid goods and services had brought far worse corruption and darkness into Heaven... But then again, that's probably what Typhon wanted all along.

It was unconceivable that people could look with such hostility to an adorable little girl because of superfluous, damned gold coins and prejudice... but, no matter how horrible it was, that was the state of things. He made a mental note of visiting the town he had offered to the refugees coming from Orion: according to what Vicky had said, finding Katy - if she is still alive. Please, let her be alive and well... - was not going to be difficult, even after everyone had been displaced and forced to flee the annihilated island.

I need to find her, and help her out. Had I known before, I... I would not have allowed any of this to continue.

"Thank you, Vicky... I owe you for this." The huge male gently said, kissing her lips with affection... and the female shook her head slowly when he pulled back, smiling as she easily replied: "Just make sure to help that little girl. For all I know, she deserves it. She has more than earned some luck in her life."

He nodded and voiced his agreement with her words, but then he fell silent for a few long moments, holding her close to his chest and breathing her perfume, kissing her hair gently every now and then, smiling as she slowly stroked his powerful abs through the shirt, her lips touching his chest again and again as she hugged him as best she could.

She couldn't move freely, and when she tried wrapping one arm around his neck, she snorted in frustration as the IV tubes tensed and the machine screeched forwards a little. Killer nuzzled her reassuringly, giving her a gentle squeeze... and then, after another moment of hesitation, he finally decided to let her know what the situation was: "Vicky... I... fortunately can do something for you. I could not keep you safe, but... I can at least heal you. I can give you back your eyes."

"I'm not surprised to hear it..." Vicky gently replied, shaking her head slowly as she gently took his cheeks in her hands, straightening up a bit until they were face to face. "You radiate such power at this point... such energy. I don't think there is much that is still out of your reach."

"Well..." Killer embarrassedly said, pausing and looking to the side with a blush before adding: "I... can do a lot. But not everything. If I could just heal you, I would have done it long ago. But it is a bit more complicated and invasive than that. I... would have to rebuild... the... parts. You know, like your eyes... that are gone..." He paused, nervously searching the best words and hating those he had just used, until he finally sighed: "Other parts of your body would be... further damaged while I drag out the remaining Unworld residue, meaning that I'd have to recreate much of you with my own energies. And that is... going to leave a permanent mark in you. You'll be almost like a Disciple, very closely connected to me, my feelings, my needs. I would try to... keep you safe and disconnected from my control, but honestly... I might not be able to prevent my lust and my wishes from worming themselves into your mind. It would be a very powerful connection."

Vicky listened to his words in silence, finally nodding slightly when he fell silent... and then she asked, with a hint of entertainment in her voice: "You think I might refuse your offer...?"

Killer cleared his throat a bit, shifting slightly in embarrassment before quietly replying: "I could not and would not want to blame you for refusing. But... sincerely, no, I don't think you will refuse." He paused for a moment, then nuzzled her gently as he added: "You've showed me incredible affection and complete, unwavering loyalty... and to say it all, if I was the one making the choice... having my eyes back, sincerely, would make me accept a whole lot of things. But I... I really wish you weren't faced with such a choice."

"So you waited. You didn't act, to give me the chance to think it through and decide." Vicky observed, smiling softly and caressing his cheeks. "That is very kind of you... but there is only one thing I really want to ask you."

Killer nodded a bit, looking at her with curiosity mixed with nervousness, as he wondered what she would say, what she thought of him and of the difficult choice she was faced with.

"Unworld residue is... a terrible thing. I want to know if it'll hurt you to tear it out." The doe finally said, and the huge male smiled slightly, closing his eyes with a mix of relief and amazement, once more, at her courage and determination. He thought for a moment about what to say... but it was clear that she deserved only the truth, and she would understand it if he tried to hide any of it. Unworld Residue would hurt like hell: he could absorb it, eventually, but the pain was going to be intense, and it was better to warn her beforehand than trying to swallow the snarls of agony down during the process, and failing.

"It will be painful, that's for sure. But it can't damage me in a permanent way... actually, it'll end up making me stronger: somehow, my body has learned how to absorb the residue."

"So I... will be feeding your power." The doe said, sounding a little suspicious still. "I would love to do that. But is it the truth? Please, Killer, I don't want to harm you in any way. If there are risks connected with the process, I want to know."

"I promise, Vicky. It is the truth." The huge male calmly replied, and the female kissed his thick chest lightly before sighing in relief, her hands gripping with surprising strength into his powerful shoulders as she shivered in eagerness. "Then I look forwards to feeding you... to be the one who makes you even stronger. To seeing you turn destruction and illness into strength and vigor."

"Have you considered the risks and the implications...?" Killer enquired, squeezing her gently against his chest and looking down at her with concern.

"I have." Vicky easily replied, before smirking as she added: "And it clearly isn't worth it if only makes me almost a Disciple. I beg you to take me, to make me yours entirely. I pray you to bless me with disciplehood... if... if you care for me enough to accept me..." She hesitated, her voice dying down into a whisper as she stared blindly up at him, the bandage over her eye sockets now almost completely soaked with her blood. "I love you, Killer... I... cannot imagine a better future for me than being your disciple, your friend, your servant, your slave... your lover..."

"Vicky..." Killer softly said, looking down at her with a smile full of affection. "I love you too. You are more than just a friend to me... and I'd be all too glad to have you into the family, if your wish is sincere."

"It is..." The doe breathed, pushing her face against his thick chest and kissing over the solid muscle, one hand tugging needingly at the black t-shirt stretched taut over his massive form as her other slid down his front, her fingers teasingly pushing ever closer to his thick leather and steel belt. "I'm not much, I know... and I could never compare to Alexis, Ira, Vesta... I have nothing of their beauty and of their power. But everything I have, I will gladly offer to you, if you'll let me serve you."

"You are beautiful in your own way, Vicky. You have plenty to offer, and you should never worry about the others." The huge male gently replied, looking down at her hand with amusement as she tugged his shirt up just enough so she could push her fingers beneath the fabric, caressing his powerful abs and teasingly ruffling the luscious happy highway of thick fur that from his crotch reached up to his navel.

She hesitated, her hand rolling down the thick fur and touching the thick belt a couple of times... but she always pulled her fingers back, her cheeks burning crimson as she swallowed nervously. She did not dare venturing further without his guidance and command, and the god grinned, savoring her shyness and her worshipful fear.

"Will you turn me into a Disciple... in the same way you did the others...?" Vicky hesitatingly asked, a hopeful prayer clearly recognizable in her tone as she tugged at his belt lightly. The huge male smirked and nuzzled her gently, taking her shy hand into his own and guiding it further down, past the belt and over the enormous, obscene bulge in his black jeans, the doe swallowing thickly as her fingers gripped into the titanic shaft, her little hand sliding from side to side as she explored his monstrous girth, her body shivering in an erotic mix of desire and fear at the amazing feel of his immensity. "Fuck, Killer... holy fuck... it is so huge..."

Killer snickered in entertainment and nuzzled her teasingly, closing his eyes as her small hand explored the enormous width of his member, her trembling touch making him lick his lips as his neverending hunger was easily reawakened. "I did not think a sweet little angel like you would use such bad words..." He playfully whispered as one of his massive, strong hands seized one of her fairly-sized swells, only covered by bandages and by a simple white hospital tunic.

"I did not quite imagine how truly fucking massive you are..." Vicky hungrily countered, fingers rubbing slowly over his prodigious girth as she kicked her sheets away, sending them flopping on the floor to reveal her naked legs, her cheeks flushing as Killer gave a low murr of appreciation.

The huge male pushed her gently back against the cushion before carefully straightening, standing up in all his majesty and using a hand to taste the strength of the small hospital, snorting in amusement as the bed's metallic frame immediately bent with a loud groan, making it clear that it had no hope of surviving what was to come.

With just a thought from him, the simple hospital bed morphed into a single, sturdy monolith of dark stone topped by a comfortable mattress, a solid altar that he easily straddled, one leg on either side, as he leaned over her far smaller form, leaning on his arms, one on either side of Vicky's head, making the doe shiver in bliss, lust, fearful excitement at feeling his hot, powerful form surrounding her completely. She couldn't see, but she could clearly feel his presence, his power, his heat, his glorious mass dwarfing her, the girl curling up into the bed even as both her hands tugged lightly at the monstrous bulge in his pants.

"Scared...?" Killer teased, but before she could do more than grunt agreeably, his muzzle shoved into hers as he pinned her with a hard kiss, a moan coming from her as his thick tongue invaded her mouth, sought her own and forced it into a slow dance, the doe unable to stop herself from responding to him, her hands stroking down his invincible abs and tugging urgently at his shirt.

He straightened for a moment, pulling out of the shirt as she worshipfully helped him, her breath becoming rougher as her hands explored his bare chest, her fingers tracing over the mighty hills of muscle and exploring the deep valleys of strength between his solid, chiseled abs, shaking her head slowly and whispering soft words of awe as she blindly discovered and revered his body, leaning closer to inhale his masculine scent. "Yes, my lord and master, my king and my god... I'm scared. Scared and in awe. You are so big... so strong... so incredible... and I'm just a humble little angel... I... this is too much for me... what can I ever give you, when you can snap your fingers and have more, and better, and greater than I'll ever be..."

"Forget the others. Now I'm here with you. Now I want you, Vicky... I want you just the way you are." The huge male replied, caressing her cheek reassuringly before pushing one finger into the neck of the simple hospital tunic, effortlessly ripping it in half down the middle, revealing her naked, young, fresh body. She was slender and toned, agile and lean, with perky breasts, not big and not small. She was full of beauty, even covered in scars as she was, even with half her chest maimed and covered by bandages, even with the bloodied medication covering the top half of her face. In a way, the signs of the battle, the wounds and the damage made her even more beautiful. And since they were all injures she had suffered in his name, fighting to save him, he could only love each and every scar.

"Then please, take me in any and every way you desire. Take from me everything you want... I will never be a prey worth of you, invincible predator... but please, take all I can offer. All you want, it is yours." Vicky begged, biting her lower lip with a long, drawn-out moan as she ground her thighs together, her lower abdomen tensing and flexing in telltale ways as Killer rolled the back of his heavy hand down the middle of her flat, toned belly. Wetness spread over the mattress as juice dribbled out of her, the female arching her back with a cry of bliss as the behemoth firmly seized her groin, two fingers rolling slowly over her tight, blossomed labia.

"You... you can surely tell, but... I'm a virgin..." Vicky softly moaned, making him grin as he slipped one large finger within her, grunting at the amazing tightness that immediately clamped on his thick digit, while his other hand slid up to seize the healthy breast, squeezing and rolling the swell gently under his palm. Her hands fumbled with his belt and the fly of his pants even as her cheeks burned red, and the huge male smirked in entertainment as she attempted to tease him, to dispel the anticipation and fear and tension gripping her. "But... I guess every girl is a virgin for you anyway, huh...? Huge as you are..."

"Yeah, that's a good way to put it." Killer easily replied, looking down at her with a smile as he helped her unbuckle his belt, guiding her fingers as she eagerly unzipped his pants... and then he stood still as she pushed her fingers into the waistband of his pants and black boxers, tugging both down as best she could, grunting as she struggled to get the garments down past the enormous bulge, the gigantic flaccid member stretching the fabric taunt. She breathed hotly, her breasts heaving on her chest as she savored the potent, delicious scent of maleness and virility, her fingers brushing the monstrous member each time they moved close, the female shivering in awe as more and more and more inches of godlike shaft were revealed, the goliath member seemingly endless.

When his pants were down his thighs, Killer simply wished them gone and they vanished, only to reappear folded up with his boxers on top of the bedside table, while his enormous black shaft, finally free, flopped heavily down onto the mattress, making Vicky swallow thickly as the felt the impact of the heavy member. Her hand hesitatingly reached for the thick, massive base, and she held her breath as she felt the full heat, the full power, the full texture of his virile flesh, without any fabric in between, her fingers hopelessly trying to wrap around the immense girth. She caught the other side of the godlike cock in her other hand, gaping slightly in awe, her breath whistling quietly in and out as she squeezed the solid flesh and her fingertips still failed to meet.

"Killer... my god..." The angel breathed, licking her lips slowly as she moved one hand down, seizing his enormous shaft right below her other. The huge male grinned a bit, pushing his forehead against hers and looking down with amusement as she continued moving down his immense length, measuring it hand by hand by hand by hand, her jaw dropping lower and a string of drool dangling from the corner of her mouth after the tenth squeeze without finding the head of the beast. "Killer... fucking hell... everyone has heard that you're hung enough to make fertility gods cry in humiliation, but... holy... this is a monster!"

"Continue. You have a good bit to go still..." The huge male amusedly replied, grinning as he teased: "You have such wonderful little hands...."

Vicky laughed at that, shaking her head in entertainment as she countered: "My hands aren't small at all... it is your cock that is god-shamingly massive... I can't even lift this beast...!" To prove it, she tugged at the goliath shaft, her biceps bulging as she hefted the immense pillar of fuckmeat, barely managing to pull it up a few inches.

"Stroke it, and it'll lift itself no problem." Killer amusedly whispered, grinning as she eagerly pumped the enormous member with both hands, fingers tracing over thick, large veins as she breathed in hot, eager awe, hissing in delight when the gigantic shaft throbbed powerfully in her grip, bouncing up as it swelled even larger and grew longer still. She licked her lips with a soft cry of awe and delight, cheeks blushing deep red as she breathed: "I can tell... it'll lift me whole too! My god... the power in this beast...!"

Killer snickered, seizing his enormous shaft and stroking it leisurely, lifting the godly cock up and guiding it until the gigantic head was resting upon her face, a thick globe of his precum leaking out and soaking the bandage covering her missing eyes. The angel swallowed thickly, her body trembling in a mix of fear and absolute delight as she arched her back and ground upwards into his cock, bucking her hips slowly as she pushed her tiny, eager sex against his fearsome girth, smearing the black flesh with a warm coat of her juices as she did her best to squeeze the mighty member between her breasts.

"I don't have tits big enough for this..." The angel amusedly commented, her boobs dwarfed and pushed far apart by his behemoth cock, but Killer shushed her gently as he gripped her firm swells in his own hands, mashing them against the sides of his immense length, teasing: "True, but they still feel good, Vicky."

The female smiled up at him and then kissed the huge cock, her hands gripping into its sides and slowly, reverently stroking and pumping it, just behind the head, her fingers playing with his thick foreskin, pulling it back as she licked hungrily at the underside of the fat, engorged head. She pulled her long legs up and carefully pushed her feet up against the sides of the immense cock, making him grunt in pleasure and approval as she began to slide her feet back and forth along the veiny, enormous shaft, moving slowly but with eager energy, gritting her teeth with a moan of delight at each majestic throb of his cock, the feeling of him growing hard and erect sending jolts of bliss through her body, her hips bucking up into the air as she flexed and clawed into the mattress, a rich gush of her nectar firing out of her and splattering over the monstrous cock with surprising force.

"Oh... Killer... I..." She cried out in ecstasy as another, even stronger squirt followed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably as she threw her head backwards, pushing her hips up into the air to grind her sex against his gigantic cock, desperately craving contact with the godly shaft as the male growled in bliss, her hands and feet spreading hot wetness all over his immense member while it reached its full, glorious mast, looming over the female like an obsidian tower.

Her orgasm lasted for several more blissful moments, the following squirts gradually losing strength and intensity but still firing into his cock and his abs with impressive force, the huge male greedily stroking the juice all over his immense member, smearing it all over his abs before her climax finally subsided, leaving Vicky trembling in breathless amazement, her body spasming uncontrollably.

"W...what was... that...?" The angel innocently asked between her panting, and Killer hungrily licked her hot nectar off his hands, grinning in amusement as he savored her release before pushing two still-soaked fingers against her lips, answering softly: "That, my sweet, was your orgasm... unlike the dribbling earlier, this was the real thing: it seems that, when you are excited enough, you are a major squirter. It is a relatively rare characteristic, you know...?"

The doe slowly opened her mouth, her tongue meekly lapping at his thick fingers before cradling them inside, the male smirking as she suckled and licked at them, tasting her own desire, her own pleasure, her own hot ambrosia as she slurped his digits clean before dropping her head back down on the cushion, her lips staying sealed upon his fingers until they popped audibly out.

"I don't care if it is rare... it only matters if you like it." The doe softly said, waiting impatiently for his answer... and smiling widely when it arrived, as he replied: "Of course I like it. It is good fun..." He paused, then playfully added: "Plus, really... being able to drink your juices without even having to bend down? That's pretty handy."

She snorted in amusement, slapping his cock lightly as she playfully reprimanded: "You arrogant stud. You take advantage from being big, strong, handsome and with a mile-long cock."

"The world is unfair." Killer easily replied, smirking as the doe gripped into the small tubes inserted into her body, ripping them off with a hiss of pain but no hesitation, as she regained her full mobility. The huge male needed no other clue to act, seizing her by the hips and hefting her easily off the bed, before spinning her upside down, the angel letting out a little cry of surprise that rapidly turned to eager anticipation as she felt his hot breath washing over her soaked, needy sex, his hands sliding sensually down her back as he effortlessly held her up.

Her hands gripped into the immense, erect black shaft, her weight making no difference at all even as she leaned against the gigantic cock, moving along it until her face found the fat, massive head, her tongue rolling slowly along the thick ridge, making Killer grunt in pleasure. She squeezed his head between her thighs and at the same time lovingly hugged his enormous member, pushing her cheek against the solid black flesh, eagerly rubbing her features against the musky, potent meat as she dragged her tongue slowly up the cockhead, moaning hotly as she discovered the potent, virile taste of his precum, slurping it up and drooling all over the hard flesh as she began to plant little, loving kisses at the end of each lick. She traced her tongue along the underside of the flare of his massive cockhead, pushing her muzzle against the hot meat as she moved down to drag long licks up the immense obsidian shaft, her hands stroking up his member and one gripping into the engorged, fat head, squeezing into it until two fingers slipped inside his vast cumslit. She pulled back immediately grunting in shock and opening her mouth to apologize, but Killer squeezed reassuringly on her hip and said: "No, don't worry... you won't hurt me. Go ahead."

She let out a soft moan of awe at that, hesitatingly moving her fingers back towards the large hole, licking her way up along the girthy shaft while potent precum soaked her hand and streaked slowly down her arm, the thick fluids coating her face and soaking the bandages as she dragged her tongue all the way up to the vast slit, just as she pushed two fingers inside... then three... then four, holding her breath as she carefully thrust her whole hand in, amazed that it was even possible, astounded by the fact that Killer only grunted in pleasure, thrusting forwards lightly to urge her to move without fear.

She twisted her fingers around inside the hole, thrusting them slowly in and out until a powerful, enormous blast of precum erupted from his cock, smacking loudly into the wall ahead and sending heavy droplets flying in every direction as part of the volley caked her features and filled her mouth, making her choke loudly as she struggled to swallow the huge load.

She grunted in delight as the huge male nuzzled her hot, soaked folds, his hot breath washing over her dripping labia before his large tongue flicked at them, teasing her delightfully as he took one soft labia between his lips and suckled on it, his thick muzzle pushing against her hot, needy passage. The doe trembled in bliss, instinctively bucking her hips up against him just to feel his thick, hot tongue pushing slightly inside her... but he immediately dragged his tongue back, denying her for the moment, only to move over to nudge her clit, making her moan loudly in ecstasy as he teased the sensitive nub.

She pushed her mouth against the fat, enormous tip of his cock, kissing it as it was a lover itself... and she opened her jaws as wide as she could, grunting in need and awe at his sheer immensity as her cheeks bulged outwards, the cock immediately bumping into the back of her throat as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling against the potent, tasty flesh until it found the large cumslit... and she pushed her tongue in, as deep as she could, lapping the inside of his cock and making him growl in delight.

Slobber dangled in ropes from the corners of her mouth as she sucked as best she could, using her hands to stroke the enormous shaft, her tongue twisting slowly and lovingly inside the vast hole, her throat clogged up with his thick precum as she bobbed her head back and forth, suckling loudly and hungrily even as the enormous blasts of his potent precum threatened to drown her, sending the thick fluid flooding her stomach with painful force, as much of it washed back up and spurted messily out around his immense girth and out of her nostrils. She couldn't take much of his cock in her mouth, her little muzzle too far outmatched by the goliath cock bulging her cheeks out, but she worked with enthusiasm, pushing slowly forwards to bury more of his immensity into her throat, valiantly burying his girth into her until her jaws loudly snapped and creaked, forced open insanely wide, unable to go any further.

Killer growled lightly in pleasure as she sucked on his cock, her hands squeezing and pumping and stroking the enormous shaft while she choked loudly on his girth and on the enormous loads of precum that crammed her full with virile essence, while her tongue swirled and danced over the fat, enormous head, every now and then pushing down into his cumslit, making him grunt in delight, hot steam rushing out of his nostrils only to wash over her soaked vagina, sending shivers of ecstasy down her spine.

Vicky cried out in bliss, eyes rolling up in her head as she felt the huge male mouthing her sex, his large muzzle pushing against her crotch as he teasingly nibbled at her soft labia, easily covering the whole of her virginal vagina with his mouth, the sharp teeth teasing her with surprising delicacy as his thick tongue lapped at her passage, moving with torturing slowness as he savored her juices, her nectar, using his forked tongue to flick at her clit and then slowly, deliberately pushing down to force her labia apart, the big tongue slipping inside her. Immediately, he felt her body flexing and her back arching, the female shivering lustfully in his grip... and she gave a wet, choking moan from around his huge cock as he dragged his tongue over her virginal hymen, pushing lightly against it as he slowly moved towards her clit, using his tongue to flick it rapidly, teasing her until she was writhing in torturous delight, bucking her hips eagerly to push her crotch against his muzzle, bumping against his working mouth again and again.

The inexperienced angel was putty in the strong hands of the huge male, who grinned to himself as he began torturing her with pleasure, the movements of his strong tongue causing her legs to spasm and kick lightly at the air as her tight passage clenched with savage strength and unbelievable hunger, the doe gargling screams as hot cannons of her nectar fired out of her, her orgasms coming one after the other as Killer played with her fresh, inexperienced body, pulling back at the last moment and opening his jaws wide just so that her rich squirts could spray up into his mouth, the god greedily drinking of her pleasure even as more of the hot nectar dribbled down his chin and streaked down over his powerful chest.

When Killer took her sensitive clit delicately between his fangs and sucked on it, his tongue punishing it with rapid, expert movements, Vicky shivered violently and arched her back with a cry of bliss, his enormous black cock ripping out of her jaws with a loud wet pop, precum and drool gushing out as she coughed hard, sending thick strings of slobber falling down on the bed, while a thick squirt of incandescent juice erupted from her sex, firing all the way up above the partition tent.

"Killer...! H-ha-have m-mercy... I... I can't keep up..." The doe begged, smiling up at him in adoration, cheeks burning crimson and her whole body still rattled by shivers of ecstasy, her face leaning against his titanic cock and her hands stroking and jerking at his monstrous girth.

The huge male snickered and took a last, long lick to her soaked, dripping sex, loving her heat and her taste, loving how there were drops of her pleasure everywhere, even on the ceiling. He gently set her down into the soaked bed, the mattress squelching quietly as she settled down, bleeding from several wounds and from the holes left by the tubes she had impatiently ripped out, but paying the pain no real attention as she panted breathlessly, rubbing at her pulsating, hot sex with a mix of awe and lust, her legs still trembling as she slowly recovered from the intense succession of climaxes. Killer looked down at her with affection, giving her a moment to pull her breath and idly stroking his enormous cock with one hand... before he made a grimace as he heard a quiet cough and excited whispers coming from the other side of the tent, only now remembering where they were. He looked sideways at the shadows of the casualties in their beds and a couple of standing persons, probably nurses. Undoubtedly, Diana was the reason which had prevented the access of more people: Killer was pretty sure that what happened had been loud.

And what follows will be much louder.

He did not mind having a public - in fact, he loved it - , but this was a hospital, full of suffering people. It was one of very few places he would never consider for a show off: he respected the suffering of the others too much to go and tease it. He cursed under his breath at having allowed the moment to get the best of him. Vicky blushed furiously, probably realizing the same thing... but she found the spirit to grin, asking teasingly: "Should we let them watch to the rest, at this point...?"

Killer snorted in amusement, but then shook his head slowly, saying a simple "sorry" to those on the other side of the partition before idly flicking his wrist, a ripple going through reality as turning the simple tent into a solid barrier that would stop them from seeing and from hearing. It was a form of respect for Vicky, as well... because tearing the Unworld residue out of her was going to precipitate her into terrible pain, and he did not want everyone to be able to listen to her screams.

She seemed to understand it, even though she had no eyes to survey his worried expression with. Perhaps she felt it through his energy, perhaps she had just good instinct... but whatever it was, she laid back into the bed while stroking his immense black shaft, hands gripping firmly into the solid flesh as it loomed above her, thick precum cascading over her face and coating her cleavage in thick, virile batter even as she did her best to catch the thick ropes with her tongue.

"My king... my god... I know it will hurt, but... pain isn't always negative. Pain can bring good things. Taking this god-cock hurts a lot, too, yet no one can resist the temptation, the craving for the mind-shattering ecstasy it brings. The pain only makes it better, I'm sure." She paused and grinned a bit, poking the head of his gigantic shaft with one finger as she added firmly: "And don't bother pointing out I haven't yet experienced it myself. I'm eager to. I'm so eager to... I look forwards to the pain. Pain will bring pleasure. Pain will bring healing. Pain will make me yours forever."

She paused, sitting up a bit into the bed as she reached up to seize the bandages covering her chest, tearing them off to reveal the deep, poisoned gash in her flesh: one breast was covered in thick scar tissue and slowly bleeding gashes, but still retained its plump, delightful look. The other had been caught by the full brunt of the vicious strike and was nearly completely gone, her flesh exposed and maimed, tormented by thick black residue which continued to consume her, dissolving even the bones. He could spy inside her ribcage through holes in her sizzling, blackened flesh, and the only reason they weren't larger was that Diana had personally healed and regenerated her flesh again and again and again to counter the devastating effects of the Unworld residue.

Killer swallowed thickly, all too easily imagining the sort of pain she was in, even with all the medications and painkilling magic she had been treated with, and it made him appreciate her courage and strength all the more as he almost held his breath as her hands moved up to remove the bandage covering her eyes. The damage was fearsome, the gashes and scars tormented her forehead and had turned one cheek into a crater which continued to sizzle, the flesh so consumed that he could see the damaged, semi-melted bone of her jaw, where several teeth were missing. It sent a shiver down his spine to stare into her deep, empty eye sockets black with Unworld residue that hungrily consumed flesh and bone, tearing deeper into her head and exposing parts of her skull, one ear missing entirely and her hair messy with the blood that continued to leak out of the wound.

"I... must not be the prettiest sight, right now..." Vicky quietly said, her hands trembling as she threw the bandages away, attempting to smile even as her whole body quaked... and Killer leaned forwards, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a long, loving kiss, his tongue seeking out hers and drawing it into a slow, tender dance as he took her "healthy" breast in one hand, squeezing it with the greatest care and respect for her wounds but, at the same time, with firm, strong domination, with lust, letting her know that she was still plenty beautiful, that he loved her, that he continued to desire her.

She moaned softly, her tongue pushing up into his much larger one, her hands tremblingly reaching up for his chest, stroking down the powerful muscle, over his mighty abs and finally gripping into the base of the goliath shaft. She panted hotly as Killer slowly drew back, the kiss breaking as she jerked his immense member and the huge male let her do, hissing in pleasure.

"Devour me... sate your hunger with my flesh... take your pleasure out of me." The doe whispered, tilting her head up as if to look him in the eye, squeezing into his glorious member and pushing her tiny, soaked sex against the fat, enormous head, spreading her hot juices all over his cunt-shattering tip. "Please, don't hesitate, don't hold back: be of me what you will, and take from me all I can possibly give."

"Are you really sure...?" Killer quietly asked, leaning down to push his lips against her forehead, his tongue slowly tracing over scar tissue and exposed, bloody flesh, causing her to shiver in a mix of agony and lust, relief and pain, before he growled in pain as well as he licked up some of the deadly Unworld residue, the poison immediately burning into his tongue and trying to dissolve it... before being absorbed into his body instead, the pain turning into a mild whiff of pleasure as the energy of the world-ending substance fed into his power. There wasn't enough Unworld essence in her to significantly alter his already formidable power level, yet it was going to be a great boost to his strength... and not for the first time he had to chase dark thoughts out of his mind as he tried to imagine what it would be like to fear on the whole Unworld, to absorb all that power inside his form... He closed his eyes and forced that temptation away, rejecting the idea as best he could even as it awakened violent lusts inside him, energy crackling around his massive body as he warned: "Once I get going, I'm not going to stop."

"Absolutely..." Vicky replied, and she did not hesitate even as Killer carefully bit into her damaged, corrupted flesh, his fangs tearing deep as she bit her lower lip, suffocating a groan of pain and lust. "This is right. This is how it must go." She pushed against him with her hips, her hands squeezing into his immense girth as she eagerly pulled him forwards, urging him to take her even as her little passage struggled to welcome even just the very tip of his immense cock, her hungry labia kissing the head of his member and sucking it in... before she let out a loud groan as Killer experimentally thrust forwards, stretching her poor pussy wide as the enormous head began to smash its way inside her. "Take all I have to offer... and show me mercy for how little it is. I wish I had more to offer."

Killer kissed her devastated forehead, tasting her blood and ignoring the painful sizzling of Unworld Residue on his tongue, gently wrapping one arm around her shoulders as his other hand squeezed and rolled her plump breast, one finger lovingly playing with her erect nipple while he ever so slowly forced his goliath cockhead inside her, immediately bumping into her intact hymen, making her shiver hard as her passage stretched and tore, her legs spasming violently as she felt them pushed further apart by his monstrous girth, warm blood spurting out of her as the goliath member bulldozed its way past her labia.

She clawed into his enormous shoulders, shivering and sucking her lower lip in as she moaned loudly, repressing her screams as she waited for him to shove through her feeble, doomed little barrier... and the huge male growled hungrily as he bit deep into the maimed flesh over her forehead, fangs reaching all the way down to scratch the bone of her skull as he flexed his enormous musculature and rammed forwards into her soaked, boiling-hot passage, demolishing her hymen and sending blood spraying out thickly as he stretched her savagely, insanely wide, his enormous cockhead forcing deep inside her, ramming into her cervix as his gigantic black shaft invaded her, the stretched-out labia wrapping tightly over the monstrous girth.

Instinctively, she had pushed back against his chest, trying to force the almighty invader out of her, but Killer barely noticed, only snorting in pleasure as she bucked and screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she struggled and punched with all her strength into his massive muscles, only crying louder as her fingers creaked, his form as massive, hard and unmoving as a mountain. She shrieked and howled and bucked, her back arching with the agony coming from both her head and her nether region as he devastated both, and then she just froze up, thinking that it was going to kill her as the immense member made her pelvis creak and painfully forced it apart, making her scream again as her blood streaked down his immense black shaft.

And yet, even as she began to understand the true meaning of the word agony, she did not want it to stop, her teeth gritting together almost painfully and yet smiling all the same as she was stretched gapingly wide, as her own blood rained upon her body as he tore backwards with a growl, tearing apart a large part of her forehead, literally biting one large chunk of her face off, leaving the skull exposed and bare as he greedily chewed on the thick raw meat, the dark god devouring her corrupted flesh, savoring the poison that had been slowly killing and destroying her, eating it with a low murr of pleasure and pain, forcing the Unworld to bend to his strength, turning it into nothing but food, but dark energy to add to his own. It was dark, it was cruel, it was merciless, and it was glorious, as he raped thought-inviolable laws of the universe into insignificance, rewriting the rules in his favor. The Unworld was the end of all things, the ultimate destroyer that ground every living and non living creation into pure energy to feed back into the Cycle of Life... and yet here he was, devouring the residue, taking those primordial forces for himself, making himself even stronger.

She trembled hard, lustfully, her ears echoing with the loud, wet noise of chewing as blood rained thickly down onto her form, the huge male looming overtop her and growling in dark delight, a rumbling sound that dwarfed even her shrieks, her moans and her prayers, the female begging him to pull out even as her body flexed hard and attempted to suck him in, a breathless scream coming from her lips as she arched her back and felt her ravaged passage clenching and flexing hard, clamping down on his immense girth hard enough to make him murr in pleasure above her, the pressure growing incandescent within her as a new flood of nectar attempted to burst out only to find the male's colossal cock as he grinned and mercilessly rammed forwards again, burying himself deeper as his hands squeezed roughly into her and his arm dragged her down to meet every hard shove of his shaft, as he ripped more and more of his immense length inside her womb, smashing his way through her cervix as her belly bulged outwards obscenely.

He swallowed the first chunk of her poisoned flesh, growling in pleasure even as the Unworld essence burned like magma through butter, consuming his tongue and the inside of his mouth, making him shut his eyes in agony even as he continued to chew with the same dark, deep hunger, his toes curling as he flexed in a mix of pain, ecstasy and anger, the dominant monster inside him refusing the idea that his doomed prey could hurt him in any way... and as his enormous muscles bulged explosively, he thrust forwards again, feeling something inside her tearing as blood spilled down along the sides of his shaft, mixed with jets of her orgasmic nectar, the squirts coming out with amazing force whenever they managed to find a fissure between her stretched-out labia and his demolishing girth, while his jaws snapped closed again on the top of her face, digging deep scratches in her skull as he savagely ripped another chunk of flesh right off, his hot drool landing on her muzzle as he slurped up meat, blood and Unworld residue, chuckling darkly as already the black poison struggled to affect him, the pain already fading, his tongue and mouth healing rapidly.

The huge male leaned down as he loudly chewed on her flesh, his massive muzzle resting just above hers as he tore his immense shaft backwards, just slightly, but enough to allow her juices to wash out of her with amazing strength, washing his abs and his potent balls before he plunged forwards again, growling lustfully as he felt her chest swelling and bulging outwards, her ribs pressing painfully against her skin and creaking loudly as he buried himself deeper inside her, the gigantic cock easily visible in the obscene bulge warping her body shape, the doe hugging herself in disbelief as her hands began to stroke and jerk at his immense shaft through her own flesh, as thick, potent precum and blood spurted out of the terrible wound in her chest, the gashes tearing wide open and revealing his cock, his immense monster stained with blood and tangled in her ruined guts, even though much of his behemotic length was still well outside of her.

It was brutal, it was like nothing before, like nothing she could have ever seen in a nightmare... and yet, she eagerly bucked back up against him, moving as hard she could, as best she could, trying to match his rhythm, her back arching weakly as she leaned up and licked at his chin, lapping at the side of his muzzle, seeking his lips and kissing them lovingly even as she tasted her own blood, even as she felt him munching and chewing her own flesh.

Even with how brutal it was, she felt safe and protected. He loomed above her, and she could feel his massive body covering her, his muscles bulging and flexing, his growls rattling her ribcage, his arms wrapping her in what felt like an invincible fortress. Even in his ferocity, he held her with a certain strange softness, an affection recognizable even though the bloody roughness of it all. And even his thrusts were slow, majestic but gentle: it still felt like she was being raped into pieces with a massive steel pillar, but that was due to his sheer immensity and to his fearsome strength. As he began thrusting back and forth, he moved gently, carefully, masterfully, exploiting his vast experience to give her pleasure over the agony... and even the pain, she found, was all part of the bliss, was part of what made it unique and awe-inspiring, as each of his thrusts seemed to demolish her and rebuild her anew, flooding her with sensations and emotion, her chest heaving and her breath harsh and broken but her hands gripping firmly into his shoulders, pulling him closer now, her back arching as she moaned loudly and shivered in bliss, feeling her devastated passage clenching hard over his shaft, juices squirting out of her almost without pause as she kissed his lips lovingly and wrapped her arms around his massive neck as best she could.

"S-sorry for... for before. I did not really want you to pull out. I wish you could stay inside me forever, on the contrary... that would keep me smiling for all eternity. But... you know... I... I think it was survival instinct. My god, you are so big... and right now it is so easy for me to imagine how you could destroy me with just a firm shove..."

Killer chuckled a bit at that, even as he suckled upon deep scars in the bone of her skull, taking in every drop of Unworld residue and tasting her blood on his tongue, as more of the crimson life fluid splattered onto his chest from the horrendous wounds in her stretched-out chest, his immense black shaft almost pushing out between her breasts, bulging her whole body out of shape with every powerful thrust. "I won't lie to you, Vicky... I loved your struggling. I love the screams, I love the struggling, and I love feeling the fear and the pain in my partners... I shouldn't, but I do. It's no use denying it. You know my past, so you can imagine what I was like."

"I can imagine indeed... and as much as I shouldn't, I can't help but cherish the mental image, right now. It gives me chills of delight that I just can't deny..." The angel whispered, her hands sliding down to press against his powerful chest, pushing him back as hard as she could only to feel his enormous strength overruling her attempts without any effort, the bulging muscle forcing her back down as Killer continued to lazily but powerfully fuck her insides, the giant shaft streaked red with her gore. "I'm no angel, my master and god... I'm not pure, nor am I innocent, because I can hear the shrieks in my mind. I see a town in ruin around me. I see you fucking me and other unworthy prey like me into pieces... and god, I must confess: I love it all... I crave for it... I cheer you on as you reap innocent lives like corn, as you crush all who attempt to resist, as you desecrate temples built for gods too weak to even lick your toes... "

Killer grunted in pleasure at that, growling as he gyrated his immense shaft inside her, causing blood to spurt and bubble noisily out around his colossal girth as her body spasmed in the throes of painful ecstasy, bouncing upwards as she let out a breathless scream before she hesitatingly reached for her own torn-apart chest, his eyes burning with lust and hunger as she forced her fingers into the bloody gashes, pushing deep inside her own flesh just to rub lovingly over the bloodied cock. She smiled tremblingly, even through the agony, her head tilted up as if she could see him through her empty sockets, her ruined sex clamping hard on his goliath shaft as she squirted her juices out in thick gushes, her hips rocking eagerly even as her soft hands uselessly pushed against his chest, before she spread her wings a little, even as her own body crushed them painfully into the mattress with each of the mighty shoves of the male.

Killer looked down at those with interest, seeing that, on the inside, they weren't quite as spending and pure as he had always thought: many feathers had turned black, and many others were grey and darkening, a clear sign that her light was tarnished. "See...? It does not begin today. I've been a sinner for a long time now, my master... I found out so many years ago that the peace and silence of Heaven bore me. I found myself envying the sinners... and I spent many a day watching from the Observatories, spying the mortals and their so much more exciting lives. But even that grew boring, and I ended up trying to spy directly into Hell... violent passions became my lust, my secret sin. I only ever watched, never had a chance to take direct part in what I so admired... I hide my darkness behind a white veil, Killer."

The huge male growled hungrily at that, licking greedily over her muzzle before moving down to wrap his lips over the devastated, poisoned flesh at the juncture of shoulder and neck, his thick tongue rolling over the scars and the bleeding gashes, making her shiver in both fear and anticipation, a moan that carried as much bliss as agony escaping her lips when his fangs tore almost playfully into her, before he paused to reply: "You hide a skirt of darkness under a long and beautiful white dress, I think is a more appropriate description for you... but if that is your story, I guess your interest for me wasn't born because of the "savior" prophecy."

She smirked in agreement, clawing into his shoulders with a moan as he bit hard into her now, tearing a large chunk of flesh and Unworld residue off her bones even as he pulled her up closer to him, one arm behind her back and his fingers gripping brutally into one blackened angel wing while his other hand squeezed roughly on her breast. "This little, dirty angel became enthralled with the destroyer well before falling in love with the savior, indeed..." She whispered, her energies sapped by her wounds and by his slow yet so powerful thrusts but her desire and bliss burning within her with ever growing intensity and energy. "I spent many a day watching you rampaging all over the mortal world... unstoppable and devastating, glorious in your dark, cruel omnipotence. I make no apology for it... the memories and the fantasies have filled my nights ever since."

Killer murred in pleased interest, grinning widely as he rammed forwards with a bit more strength, her bones loudly creaking as her insides squelched wetly around the immense member, a sharp hiss escaping through her teeth as she curled up under his massive body, pushing her head against his chest as she trembled hard, legs kicking at the air on either side of him and gore leaking out through the wounds in her chest as her whole body bulged visibly with the invasion of his goliath member. "Yes, Killer... yes... fuck yes... I've dreamed of this so much..." She shivered lustfully, her voice weak and raw as she blindly dragged her hands down her bulging body, panting red streaks of her own blood on the white fur of her obscenely deformed abdomen, until her fingers tremblingly found his immense black shaft, gripping into the astonishing length of gigantic cock that was still outside of her, stroking it adoringly even as her own juices and her own blood soaked and drenched her fingers with every movement of the huge male as he began to piston back and forth with greater force, his speed building up, the strength of each thrust greater than the previous, even though he teased her by keeping an easy, gentle pace.

"I thought I'd make you my goddess of arts... but getting to know you better tells me that there is a lot more about you..." Killer softly whispered into her ear, grinning as he clawed into her angel wings, his talons ripping through the soft flesh and tearing several long feathers loose, making her bounce on the bed with a cry of mixed pain and lust, a hiss of agony and bliss coming from her throat as he gripped cruelly into the vulnerable wing and then tore his claws downwards, ripping the wing literally into bloody shreds, crimson fluids soaking the mattress while the luminous white of her wings turned into pitch black, the feathers burning into ashes before they could even hit the floor.

"I dreamed of this too, my god... of you smashing down the gates of Heaven. Of you tearing through the legions of Paradise, ripping the wings off angel after angel, like you were plucking pigeons..." Vicky dreamily said, and Killer felt her tight, devastated passage constricting again, clenching on him with incredible force and with urgent, greedy need even as he clawed into the root of one wing and snapped the bone like a twig before ripping the whole corrupted, bloodied appendage off, grinning as she shrieked loudly in agony, yet bucked her hips in delight and spread her other ruined wing, just so he could bite into it, tearing a chunk of flesh and bone off and chewing on it loudly as the rest of the wing burst into black flames, her body trembling violently as feather after feather was consumed and dissolved.

His hand slid up her bloody back, caressing her neck and then seizing the back of her head, roughly clawing into her skull and making her release a breathless cry as energy crackled loudly over her, bolts of golden energy crackling all over her exposed skull as he hugged her tightly to his chest and began to create for her new flesh, new hair, new features and, finally, new eyes.

She groaned as her skull shifted and morphed, two spikes of bones beginning to take shape behind the temples before rapidly growing up, long and curved backwards slightly, giving her a couple of antelope horns. A long, beautiful mane of auburn hair flowed down between the horns and down past her shoulders, while her sweet features were rapidly regenerated, giving back her usual look... and yet, no. Her proportions now had a whole new perfection, her slender muzzle had a whole new elegance, and when her large sapphire eyes opened, glowing with lust, bliss and love, the effect was complete, giving her a divine, outrageous beauty that could have easily swayed even a saint away from the path of good. Her long eyelashes and the natural, clean lines of black around her eyes gave her gaze an amazing intensity and allure... and her soft, delicious black lips, curved in a teasing smirk that revealed white, luminous fangs, could easily force any man down to his knees with craving and need.

She was a work of art, a stunning beauty... and beyond that, she was temptation personified.

Vicky blinked slowly, shutting her eyes for a moment as light blinded her after so long a time of complete darkness, but she was eager to see and forced them open again, staring up at him and licking her lips, her breath catching in her throat as she whispered silent words of awe, her hands caressing his massive chest with reverence, smearing warm blood over his solid muscles. "You... you have grown even further... you look so huge... so powerful..." The doe whispered, wondering at his spectacular build and gripping into the bulging hills of muscle, squeezing them to feel their steel hardness, before grinning widely as she pushed up to suckle a bang of his hair that was drenched with warm blood. "And you look absolutely fantastic in red..."

Killer grinned in entertainment, his eyes burning with lust and dominance as she stared into them, never tearing her gaze off even as she slowly licked at his lips, then over his chin, tasting her own blood and gore. Her breath became faster and more erratic as she slid slowly down along his throat, lapping up the crimson fluids drenching him and then pushing her muzzle between his pecs, savoring the rivulet of blood that flowed in the thick valley of his muscles, before she groaned in sheer awe as she looked down to his crotch to see several feet of immense black cock still stuck out of her devastated sex, her labia stretched-out and her passage prolapsed as it clung desperately to his monstrous girth, her body delirious with agony and ecstasy, her passage clenching hard and seeming to be trying at once to force the immense invader out and to needingly hold it in, unable to decide if it needed relief from that devastation or if it craved even more of it. Killer chuckled at the way her eyes bulged and locked on the amazing sight of his enormous shaft tearing its way inside her, a moan escaping her lips as she saw her own blood spurting thickly out of her ruined pussy before her voice rose into a scream as he suddenly began to move faster in and out of her, sawing his enormous member back and forth as blood streaked down on either side of his shaft, leaking onto the soaked mattress as her chest bulged outwards obscenely, his thrusts lifting her whole body clear off the bed as she was truly impaled upon his immense obsidian cock, both he and Vicky herself enraptured with how her body stretched and bulged and tore around him, blood spurting out of her wounds as her ribs were forced painfully outwards, showing through flesh and skin as her bones creaked loudly.

"Don't hold back on me, Killer..." The doe begged, her voice breaking as blood spurted out of her mouth, a couple of her ribs loudly snapping and their tips tearing through her damaged flesh, sticking out of her like bone spikes as the huge male growled and rammed his immense shaft deeper inside her, grinning in vicious delight as he felt her organs squelching wetly around his monstrous girth, her whole body a toy in his hands as more and more inches of his goliath member tore inside her, causing her chest to bulge out obscenely, her skin ripping and blood splattering out of the wounds as he pistoned himself in and out of her, his obsidian cock stained crimson and wrapped up in crushed, maimed guts and innards. "I've dreamed of this, so many times..." Vicky whispered, choking on her own blood and yet still working her hips hungrily against him, doing her best to please him with the last of her energies, her ruined pussy clenching hard on his godlike girth as a stream of her nectars, mixed with blood, leaked steadily out of her, soaking the mattress and streaking in rivulets down his enormous balls. "Let me see the beast... let me admire the beauty of the beast..."

Her prayers and cries were music to Killer's ears. He felt guilty about it, he hated the thought of hurting her, he was horrified by the bloody ruination of her body... but at the same time, he loved every second of it, he licked his lips with every thick splatter of her blood and gore over his powerful body, he flexed in greedy lust at each loud, sick squelch of gore and crack of breaking bone, leaning down to hungrily lick up her tears as he savored her vulnerability, her weakness, her frailness as each of his savage thrusts reshaped her body, demolished her insides, deformed her whole body out of shape, crumbled her bones... and at the same time forced her body to be traitorous, rattled by spasms of delight as the ruins of her vagina flexed and clenched steadily, overwhelmed and imprisoned in a succession of mind-shattering orgasms, her entire form almost visibly burning with pleasure and need as her eyes rolled up in her head, her mouth gaping in a breathless, silent scream, crying out barely audible prayers for more, for harder, whenever she managed to suck in some air.

She was his victim, his toy, his doomed fuckmeat, a frail cocksleeve, and she knew it. She was offering him her life, moaning his name again and again as he tore her apart, piece by piece, hard piston by hard piston. And she was also his meal, his tender morsel, as he leaned down with a snarl, eyes glowing a pure, murderous sapphire as he bit into her throat, blood spurting out into his mane and over his muzzle as he his large muzzle clamped on a large part of her chest, the female screaming breathlessly as he viciously tore back, Vicky shuddering hard and arching her back violently as her jaws gaped wide but no sound came from them, only blood and drool as her eyes bulged and leaked tears and blood, her gaze fixed on the behemoth male as he flexed, enormous muscles bulging explosively as he chewed on the scarred, charred, corrupt flesh, slurping on the Unworld residue, devouring every ounce of energy he could squeeze out of that destructive poison.

She watched him eating her own flesh, trembling violently as blood spurted out of her horrendous wounds, fear raging through her at seeing the evident hunger, the lust in his expression as he snarled like a savage animal and swallowed her raw flesh, every now and then reaching down to lick up her tears, to savor her terror, her agony but, also, to taste all her love and gratitude and willing sacrifice. He was saving her, despite the appearances. He had already given her new eyes, allowing her to see the world again... and not only that, he was giving her power beyond her wildest dreams. She had been a low tier angel, nothing more, but now she felt way above angels. Above Seraphims. Above Monarchs. Even as her body was devoured and destroyed, her strength was growing and growing and growing. Death was already unable to touch her, despite the desperate gravity of her wounds. His power was flooding her just as much as his precum was, his immense force feeding hers as he made her ascend towards godhood.

Her eyes burned with love and adoration as she stared into him, their gazes locked together and burning with passion, with lust, with pleasure as he chewed loudly on the raw meat and gripped into her shoulder, his arm wrapped around her neck as his other hand massaged firmly over her swollen, bulging belly, the huge male easily able to squeeze his immense girth through her body as he began to pump harder in and out of her, ramming his enormous cock deep into her body as she worked her hips eagerly back against him, moving with hunger, with need and moaning blissfully the whole time as her hands moved adoringly down his thick, potent chest.

Thick, mighty precum burst out of her torn chest, squelching out messily as he slammed his gigantic cock deep within her, snarling hungrily as he leaned down again, biting into her ruined breasts, licking hungrily at the rotten, charred flesh as Unworld residue all but dribbled out of her meat, before he slowly but powerfully jerked his head from side to side, ripping up another large chunk of her flesh, chewing on it loudly, swallowing it with bestial hunger as he tore her chest open with the ease of removing the wrapper from a piece of candy, the huge male chuckling as he tasted his own virility in and on her raw flesh.

Precum flooded thickly out of her chest, the doe's eyes bulging in awe as she stared at the dense, potent masculine essence leaking out of her in a torrent, carrying out pieces of pulped gore, parts of her ravaged guts, a long rope of intestine flopping out of her, before more coils of her innards were pushed out of the wound as his gargantuan black cock rammed forwards again. Killer groaned in delight and surprise as Vicky eagerly reached down, pushing her hands inside her own chest cavity, submerging them in the reddened precum, causing even more of it to overflow out of her as she adoringly gripped into the sides of his enormous member, her cheeks burning red as she began to stroke up and down along the immense length, bucking her hips at the same time to meet his powerful pistons as she squeezed with her hands as well as with the walls of her ruined passage into the monstrous girth of cock buried deep into her, her juices mixing with her blood and his precum to cascade steadily down the prodigious length, streaking down his massive testicles to dribble all over the soaked mattress.

Killer growled in delight, rolling his shoulders and throwing his head back as he enjoyed the unbelievable sensations, savoring the thrills of delight running up his spine from her willing sacrifice, from her eager offering of her life and her body to him, from the amazing and almost painful tightness of her sex, from the infernal heat around his monstrous black shaft as he smashed himself deeper inside her, until his heavy testicles began slapping loudly and wetly against her buttocks and thighs, each impact sending droplets and splatters of mixed juices flying in every direction as her whole body bounced and trembled, her ass soon becoming bruised by the weight and force of his testicles ramming into her.

He was painfully aware of the dark, merciless and savage nature of what he was doing... he knew that any onlooker would have been rightly terrified by the sight of the ferocious pounding, by the vision of blood splattered thickly everywhere, even up the walls and in some parts of the ceiling. He felt guilty about enjoying such cruelty and destruction so much... but he did. He loved it, and there was no denying it. As he hungrily bit down into her body again, tearing off large chunks of contaminated flesh as he made sure to devour every bit of her that was damaged and infected with Unworld residue, he took comfort at least in the fact that, unlike in the past, he wasn't destroying innocent lives... and he wasn't even forcing such vicious pounding upon her. It was something she wanted, her dark fantasy come true...

And for everything he destroyed in her, he was ready to create a new and better, stronger replacement. He growled in pleasure, gyrating his massive shaft inside her, grinding into the torn and battered walls of her obliterated sex, murring in delight at how tight and hot she was... and he felt his immense cock throbbing eagerly, stiffening up even further, as a familiar heat began to rage inside his heavy, huge balls. He leaned over the small, vulnerable doe, seizing her by the throat and aggressively pinning her down into the bed, ramming his hips forwards with a hungry grin, licking his lips as she shrieked in awe, agony and delight, her eyes bulging as the enormous black shaft tore out of her chest, like a mighty monster growing out of her flesh, a monster that she eagerly worshiped, pushing her muzzle up against the shaft, rubbing her features against his steel-hard flesh and dragging her tongue up along the side, tasting her own blood before planting a loving kiss just beneath the fat, massive head.

"That's nice, Vicky..." Killer hungrily growled, leaning down to nuzzle her, his large muzzle dominating her much smaller one as he wrapped his lips over hers, drawing her into a greedy, hard kiss, his powerful tongue invading her mouth and pushing down into her throat as he tasted his own virility on her lips, the female moaning loudly and closing her eyes as she shivered and seemed to melt in his grip, her hands milking the enormous shaft eagerly as she bucked hard against his thrusts, her passage clenching against his steel-harder member, only adding to his delight as he began to lean down harder into his thrusts, pounding her with growing power and speed, his eyes burning with hunger and lust as she squealed into his mouth, her passage tearing apart as her overstretched walls were busted through, juices spurting out of her as the enormous, steel-hard cock slammed in and out of her with brutal force.

And then Killer grinned hungrily as the doe gripped into her own beating heart, the organ bruised and damaged and encased in thick, powerful precum but still working valiantly, pumping the little blood left inside her. She held it for a moment, then shoved it hard against the side of his monstrous black shaft, grinding it against the veiny, enormous member as the huge male snarled in dark delight and began to pound her even harder, his testicles smashing into her ass with savage force as he slammed into her to the hilt, again and again and again, her poor heart's beats drowned out by the mighty throbs of the goliath cock until the vulnerable organ was crushed like an overripe fruit, bursting apart in a wet, sick splat of blood and crimson pulp. Killer threw his head back with a roar of lustful triumph, thrusting one hand into her devastated chest to seize his enormous shaft, crushing her much smaller hand under his palm as the two lovers eagerly smeared the bloody remains of her heart along the colossal, incredible cock, grinding every piece down into his veiny member, panting it crimson as the male continued to piston his immensity deep within her, thrusting through her body like through a torn, useless, too-small condom.

"Yes... there can be no doubt, Vicky... you are Temptation. You are my dark angel, calling on my inner demon to come out and play like this..." The huge male teasingly observed, grinning as he pounded her with vicious force, lifting her clear off the bed as the claws of his fingers sunk into the flesh of her neck, ripping into her throat as he dragged her down along the immense black shaft impaling her. "Your willing sacrifice will be rewarded..." The huge male softly added, and she groaned in a mix of pain and bliss as her flesh sizzled under his grip, the blood boiling and evaporating over his fingers as she felt his burning energies flowing through his palm and into her, before liquid metal found its way around her neck, forming thin serpents of incandescent silvery alloy that danced over her skin and interweaved their bodies before they solidified, their heads hooked into large, solid rings of steel to form a collar. A wonderful crimson rose took shape in solid ruby in the center of each ring, while the clasp on the throat became a snarling lion head, the female letting out a blissful moan as she tremblingly reached up to touch the silvery collar, gazing dreamingly into Killer's eyes as he surveyed his handiwork with a wide grin, licking his lips slowly as he slammed into her over and over, his body burning with lust and hunger as his enormous cock bulged even thicker inside the female, grinding deep inside her with each powerful piston, his immense, impossible testicles smashing into her buttocks and making her whole body twitch, the doe letting out a shriek of pleasure so loud and raw that it echoed across the room, as his movements became even more fierce, looking like a savage, cruel rape... but for the way the novel goddess moved with such eager, greedy violence in return.

Killer seized her by the hips and dragged her up and down his immense black shaft, roaring as his muscles flexed, bulging explosively as he bore down upon her with tremendous force, an enormous blast of thick precum slamming loudly into the wall as it erupted from his monstrous member, the cock sticking out of her ruined body, impaling her brutally even as her body visibly began to grow in size and in power, energy crackling around her ravaged form as she rapidly grew, foot after foot until she was over 17 feet tall. But even as her height grew closer to his, he continued to look and feel immense beyond belief, both inside and outside of her passage, his muscular front looming over her like a mountain while his monstrous obsidian cock continued to slam in and out of her, pummeling her with unstoppable, vicious force.

She screamed his name to the Heavens, again and again as her back first rippled, then tore with a splatter of blood as not two but six glorious, mighty angel wings pushed out of her flesh, their muscular roots spreading and revealing the long feathers made of ethereal dark fire, eternal and beautiful, dark and destructive if an enemy dared touching it. A new heart, covered in rose petals but constantly surrounded by black flames formed inside her chest cavity, and as soon as it began to vigorously beat, the horrendous wounds that had annihilated her breasts rapidly healed, her ribs swinging closed like fingers wrapping protectively over and around her new heart, as thick, reinforced metallic bone spread between them to completely encase all of her vital organs. New flesh rapidly grew to cover the bone, hiding the rest of her empowering as her entire skeleton became armored with a dark alloy far, far stronger than steel, before her beautiful body grew slender but extremely well defined muscles, giving her strong abs and mighty arms and legs, even if her musculature didn't even go near to the imposing bulk of Alexis's or Ira's.

"You shall be my goddess of Arts, but also of Temptation." Killer whispered into her hear, and she roared in bliss and excitement as she felt power flowing through her veins, a force that she hadn't even begun to dream of, before that moment. She spread her new wings in all their glory while gripping into his shoulders with needy hunger, a grin spreading on her spectacular lips as she gazed down at her new, prodigious body. She could still recognize herself, yet everything was better: longer legs, toned and strong and delicious. Powerful, perfect abs rising above wide, shapely hips that were truly an image of irresistible temptation, and then breasts that were firm and glorious, far larger than before, with big black-fleshed areolas and nipples over the white of her inner body. She murred in delight at that, licking her lips slowly... and doing so she discovered that her teeth had turned into the fangs of a predator, with long and deadly canines that made her feel like she had turned into a vampire of sorts, before she stretched her tongue out to take a look at it, her eyes burning with lust as she saw a long, strong and flexible appendage, black-fleshed and forked, demonic in nature.

"That's a bit of extra selfishness on my part..." Killer playfully remarked, grinning widely as he explained: "It'll allow you to perform real magic when sucking me off."

"That's what makes it the most precious of your gifts to me...." The female replied, the words washing out with her hot breath and soon turning into another loud cry of ecstasy as the huge male slammed her down into the bed with a snarl full of animal lust, the rhythm of his hard pistons becoming vicious as he slammed into her again and again and again, right to the hilt, her ass reddened and bruised as his heavy, colossal balls slammed into her buttocks at the end of each stoke, juices squelching loudly at each impact, droplets and squirts of mixed juices flying everywhere as more of the thick, reddened fluids spurted out of her ravaged, ruined sex whenever his enormous shaft ripped backwards, before he would slam deep again, pinning her down with brutal force as he snarled in delight, licking his lips as his cock throbbed hungrily and fire burned in his gigantic testicles.

Energy crackled between them, before Vicky hissed in blissful agony as lightning bolts criss-crossed her forearms, the electricity solidifying into heavy chains, restraints that would put a brake to her ability to tempt him into darkness... unless he decided to tear them loose. Her eyes glowed with ecstasy, rolling up in her head as her body was rattled by another violent orgasm of her own, hot nectar flooding out of her in tormented squirts that had to fight for space with his monstrous girth as he continued to ram in and out of her, the huge male viciously gripping her by the throat, forcing her head back, slamming it down into the bloody mattress as he moved two thick, strong fingers over his lips and grinned as she eagerly opened her mouth to suckle on them.

Finally, he couldn't restrain his pleasure any longer, his back arching as he flexed, muscles bulging explosively as he roared and slammed himself deep into her over and over, his massive shaft harder than diamond as it bulged even thicker with the huge load of cum traveling up its length, the doe rasping out his name even as he choked her, his talons ripping into her flesh, her hips bucking hard up against his shoves as she did her best to wrap her legs around his thick waist while he pistoned ferociously in and out of her devastated sex until he erupted his first, enormous blast of seed into her, making her scream as she threw her head back with a cry of ecstasy.

Her tongue lolled out in bliss as she shook her head from side to side, eyes rolled up into her skull as her hands slid up the monstrous bulge in her abdomen, massaging over his cock through her own flesh, the female moaning in awe as she literally felt the force of his cumshot pushing her ribs outwards, forcing her hands back as he continued to flood her with semen in an unending volley, the huge male snarling as he dominantly covered her, his strong chest filling her sky, his powerful arms blocking her vision on either side as he slammed to the hilt over and over and over, his first blast alone causing her belly to literally expand, ballooning her up even as thick gushes of sperm exploded back out of her overfilled passage.

Killer erupted blast after enormous blast of seed into her, even as gallons of the thick semen spurted out of her passage, squirting out around the massive, thrusting cock, flooding the destroyed bed and soon leaking down in streaks over the sides of the mattress, thick ropes of semen dropping down to the floor as he growled hungrily and licked his lips at the sight of her belly bulging larger and larger.

It took countless long minutes before he began to tear his colossal shaft out of her, a snarling grin on his lips as her passage clenched hard still around him, squeezing him in, refusing to let him go... before Vicky groaned breathlessly as the huge cock popped loudly out of her, followed by a thick deluge of his seed as her ravaged sex vainly attempted to squeeze closed, her walls gaping obscenely wide.

She eagerly pushed up on her elbows, gazing up at him needingly and opening her jaws wide, long tongue outstretched in welcome as he sat up and seized his enormous shaft with one hand, pumping the rest of his godlike load all over her, thick ropes of cum blasting out and arching majestically into the air before splashing loudly over her abs, flooding her cleavage, covering her breasts before drawing white rivers over her face, the thick sperm coating her hair and firing past to slam loudly into the wall, droplets and splatters flying off to land on her back like a dense, hot rain, her body shivering lustfully as she bathed into the flood, seizing her large breasts and squeezing them together, rolling her shapely swells hungrily as potent semen coated them, pooling in her cleavage and cascading down the front of her body, her mouth overflowing with his load even as she greedily swallowed mouthful after mouthful, even as his thick cum clogged up her throat, glued her eyes closed, caked her hair in bangs completely drenched in his virility.

Finally, though, after what felt like a blissful eternity, Killer growled in satisfaction and triumph as his colossal release slowed down, the huge male resting one hand on his hip as he used the other to pump and squeeze the last few heavy loads out of his goliath cock, grinning widely as he sent a last huge rope of semen down into her throat, the doe eagerly keeping her mouth open wide to welcome the heavy load, before she slowly twisted her tongue, savoring the potent seed, rolling it in her mouth, pushing it from side to side, chewing on it slowly and deliberately, her drool mixing with his fluids as she adoringly explored how dense, how thick, how strong and sperm-rich his cum was, letting him look down her flooded, full throat as she gargled noisily on his semen.

Killer growled in approval, squeezing a few more heavy drops into her gaping jaws before angling his enormous cock down, wiping the head clean against the tongue that she continued to offer to his will while looking up at him with worshipful adoration.

"Damn, Killer... so much..." Vicky breathed, shivering in disbelief and lust as she reached up with both hands to carefully scoop off thick, rich handfuls of cum from over her eyes, struggling to open them as thick strings and rope of semen continued to glue her eyelids together. "And so good..." She purred, smearing his white fluids over her features as she pushed the thick cum into her mouth, handful by handful. "So strong..."

Killer grinned and slowly laid down on his side, hugging her closer to his massive chest and trying to ignore the way the bed squelched loudly with every little movement, as sperm, blood and orgasm juices bubbled out of the drenched mattress and soaked sheets as he shifted to find a comfortable position, stroking his immense and still fully hard cock lazily as it throbbed between his and her bodies.

"I love you, Killer... and I'll never be able to thank you properly for what you just did. You didn't just save my life, given me back my eyes and my body... you turned little, unworthy me into a goddess...!" She paused, shaking her head slowly and smirking a bit, still finding it hard to believe, before she lovingly squeezed into the immense black cock, stroking it slowly with both hands and taking in its full glory now that she could see again, making him hiss in pleasure as she wonderingly traced the course of a thick vein, from the massive medial ring to the thick corona of the fat, ponderous head, her hands massaging firmly over the colossal tip.

"I love you too, Vicky... and really, I just gave you what you deserve. You've sacrificed everything to me and for me. There can't be a greater proof of love and loyalty than that." The huge male softly replied, smiling down at her with affection as he delicately revealed her eyes and face, pushing back messy bangs of her hair that were heavy and sticky with the cum drenching them.

"There is no sacrifice I wouldn't make in order to make you happy... nothing else is sacred but you. Nothing else matters but your command." The novel goddess whispered, grinning suggestively as she bent down to kiss his monstrous shaft, her tongue lapping up a thick mouthful of cum that was reddened with blood and gore, the female swallowing it all greedily before beginning to drag her hot tongue up the immense cock, her eyes glowing as she gazed up at his face. Killer grunted in delight at the feel of her tongue, at the intensity of the worship and adoration in her gaze... before he flexed with a growl of hunger as his mind was suddenly filled with images and sounds of worlds in ruin, of towns destroyed and enslaved, of countless bodies torn apart and many more huddled in broken heaps of despair in front of him, his body dripping with the blood of his victims as he viciously raped girl after girl, snuffing out lives like candles as he spread his darkness over the worlds, while a naked, broken and bloody Vicky followed on all fours, on a leash like a pet, her holes gaping savagely and leaking a steady streak of blood.

The vision stopped as quickly as it had begun, however, as Vicky purred: "I will gladly give you all that, if you ever ask. Nothing will make me hesitate... but I'm yours, and I will never lead. I'm Temptation, I'm your Temptation... but I'm the dark lust that you control and dominate. I will never try to corrupt you, never try to drag you off the path you've decided to follow. I'm yours to command, and forever will be."

"That is... reassuring." Killer whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips slowly... and she hissed in surprise and bliss, her body flexing as he made sure to enjoy a little revenge, filling her own mind with images and sensations of him fucking her with brutal force, so much so that she spasmed and juices spurted out of her gaping sex, his heavy cum filling her passage subduing her usually formidable squirt but only enhancing the thrills of ecstasy running up her spine.

"You bastard..." She purred, gritting her teeth as she threw her head back with a hot pant, before she pulled his massive cock towards her until the head pushed teasingly between her breasts, whispering: "I'm afraid I have to ask you to be a generous master once more... please, fill the cave you've dug inside me. I need you to fill me up again..."

"You are a lucky bitch..." Killer teased, shifting position and pulling her closer, both resting on their sides as he slid one arm between her thighs, pushing one leg high up as he moved his hips until the head of his gigantic black cock pushed against her gaping vagina, grinning as his tip began to push inside, forcing out a deluge of his own cum, her belly still swollen and her passage completely flooded. He began to thrust inside her, making her moan as her walls were forced open obscenely wide again as he slowly buried his immensity inside her. "... because I'm a very generous master."

It went on for another couple of hours and then some, before Vicky had surrendered to the fact that she was swollen with cum, sore, blissfully exhausted and could not stop the shivers in her legs. She and Killer had spent some quiet time together in the bed, using magic to clean up the room around them and to replace the juices-drenched, ruined bed with a new one. She had teased him gently all the time, but eventually his enormous shaft had decided it had been worshiped enough for the day and had slowly gone flaccid, allowing him to pull up his jeans.

Finally, he had dispelled the barrier he had used to isolate them from the rest of the world, and they had walked out like nothing had happened, even though Vicky was not just healed, but taller and stronger and more beautiful than ever, with six dark wings folded on her back. Patients and healers alike had stared at them in awe, and clearly there were several visitors in the room who had come to assist when the moaning and screaming had begun in Vicky's bed.

Killer had done his best to ignore their stares and their curiosity, only giving them a quiet nod of salute as they made their way to the door. It had been awkward like hell, but Killer had a certain experience of similar situations... and while he still had no idea how to deal with them in an elegant way, he had to admit that, in the deep, the stares and the awe on the faces turning towards him were entertaining and rewarding. He liked being admired and envied, and there was no denying that truth.

Vicky had taken the stares with a smirk of pure pleasure, walking through the room with no sign of shame on her features even as she showed far, far more of her skin than she would have ever done in the past: she had created for herself fishnet stockings that reached high up on her thigh, ending in elegant black lace, and she had long fingerless gloves with the same general design, reaching halfway up her bicep. A black leather corset covered the top half of her body, while leaving her navel and a good part of her new, powerful abs in full display. The black leather, held closed by thick belts, was tantalizingly stretched out by her large breasts, which bulged up out of the corset, exposing her cleavage in breathtaking glory.

High heels at her feet, she moved with sultry grace, her hips swaying, her perfect buttocks only partially covered by the two short miniskirts she wore: on top, a gritty garment of leather, with a fine skirt of lace with intricate design peeping from underneath.

Diana was the first member of the family that they met, and so she was the first to welcome Vicky into the clan, hugging her with affection and showing sincere relief and happiness for how things had evolved. The others had been just as welcoming, and Vicky had made sure to offer her worship and servitude to Alexis, who had then promptly pulled Vicky aside to discuss of her nature as goddess of Temptation. Killer had watched the two females talking quietly in the corner and looking at him with wide grins every few moments, and that had made him both eager and scared to discover what the two females could do by working together. Already Alexis could easily tease him into doing what she wanted, when she wanted, and Vicky's help was going to prove dangerously effective at enhancing that ability even more. It was a scary, yet delicious thought.

Truth be told, despite the wince he put on show at their conspiring, he wasn't too worried: he was absolutely certain of their loyalty, and he knew they were never going to overstep certain bounds. Certainly, though, they'd make sure to go as close to them as they could.

Eventually, with her legs spasming a bit less, Vicky had decided that she needed training: she wasn't an expert fighter, unlike everyone else in the family, and she knew that, even with her new godlike strength and powers and with the supernatural resistance of her body, she was going to be of hindrance rather than help if she didn't know how to move on the battlefield and how to exploit her abilities. She had lots to learn and to discover, and she had found in Ira a demanding but wise teacher who had immediately begun to show her the ropes.

Vicky had promised not to forget about art, though. She had been delighted by the idea of tattoos worn to display love and support for Killer, and she had studied with great interest the variety of lions and tigers adorning the other girls of the family. She had every intention to soon design her own personal tattoo, and in addition she had proposed that everyone in the family should also wear another tattoo, one identical for everyone, a symbol of their relationship.

The idea had found the favor of the girls, and even Killer had been convinced by her heartfelt reasons, so that she had been tasked with designing an appropriate symbol. She had by far the most skilled drawing hand Killer had ever seen, and now, as a goddess, her talent was no doubt immensely magnified. Killer was thrilled about seeing her with a pencil in hand, and he greatly looked forwards to her sketches, knowing that they were going to leave him speechless. He loved good art, and her old drawings of him and Alexis were among his most cherished treasures... he couldn't wait to see the new works taking shape. He had even been tempted to tell her to leave the fighting training for later, just to see her doing her magic on a sheet of paper, but he had restrained his selfish desires: she was right, she needed to learn all she could about her new power and how to employ it. And they could really use her help, to take on some of the heavyweight demons and war machines that the legions of angels, on their own, were unable to face or could contrast only at the cost of huge losses. Lastly, he had been pleasantly surprised to see her sincerely eager to put herself to the test and to learn how to be a deadly fighter. Definitely, Vicky had turned out being not just far more courageous than he had imagined the first time he had met her, but also far less shy and restrained than he had thought. It pleased him, because that only made her even more beautiful and interesting to his eyes... but a part of him also wondered whether he had truly been fooled by her good-girl disguise, or whether she had changed over time, turning into who she now was specifically because of his bad influence.

According to her tale, she had always had a hidden lust for violence and power, but there was little doubt that he had left deep scars in her mind during his dark years, when she had spent her days in one of the observatories that had once allowed Benevolents and Angels to look down at events on Earth, to keep an eye on the living, on their loved ones who still walked the mortal place.

She had watched him rape and destroy and rampage, for days on end, again and again for years, and that had evidently fed her darkness. Whatever curiosity and lust she had had, he had not just satisfied it but overwhelmed it, expanding her horizons and corrupting her forever, without a chance of salvation.

It gave him a thrill of dark delight to think of it, but he also felt horribly guilty because of it. The cost of his past rampages had been monstrous: there were towns on the mortal plane that had been abandoned, the ruins left to rot as no one wanted to even try and repopulate the wastelands he had left behind. He had slaughtered an unknown number of persons, back then. Nobody knew exactly how many, but the count ran into the hundreds of thousands, and a big share of the count was made up of brutal rapes. For seven years he had plagued the world, unstoppable in his gratuitous fury, annihilating a few small countries almost completely and razing towns to the ground in all corners of the planet. His destruction was never complete, but that was just part of his arrogant cruelty: he liked to leave behind witnesses that could tell the story of his triumph, and describe his strength to the rest of the world. That of the survivor was a fate worse than death, because none of the witnesses, as far as Killer knew, had ever truly recovered: their minds in tatters, their bodies broken, they had often ended their days locked inside asylums, trembling in their wheelchairs and screaming, tormented by the nightmares of his unstoppable strength, of his brutality, as they relived, again and again, how their world had been fucked into ruins.

Even back in those times, there were days in which his mind cleared and he looked around himself in horror at what he had done. There had been days in which all he had done was running, running away from everyone and everything, to find a solitary place where he could cry over his own monstrosity, and attempt to fight it back. He had contemplated the option of suicide more times than he could count, but he had never been able to take such a decision, telling himself that it was the cowardly thing to do, that he had instead to make up for all the terror he had caused... But again and again, after a period spent striving to do the right and good thing, he would fall again into the dark temptation. And there was no excuse for it. No reason he could make up to alleviate the monstrosity of his actions. Unlike Riaku, he couldn't even say he had had a cruel infancy: his family had always been good to him, and while much had always been demanded out of him, he had also received lots of affection and attention.

There was no justification possible. He had just given in to evil desires, simply. He had become so enamored of his tremendous power that killing and destroying to demonstrate that he couldn't be stopped had become his favorite pastime. Gratuitously.

It had started with a girl known in a bar when he was abroad working as a mercenary. With his body, his presence, his handsome features and his elegant manners, result of his upbringing as a prince, It had taken very little effort to get her to kneel before him to suck his cock. It had begun as simple sex. It had evolved into rough sex. And when she had begged him to slow down, he hadn't relented. When she had tried to quit, he had pinned her against a wall and fucked her even harder. She was comatose when her screams finally succeeded in drawing a couple of policemen into the dark alley... but Killer was enjoying himself too much to pay attention to the two puny officers that, barely tall enough to face his balls, were daring to give him orders. He had stomped one of the two into a bloody stain on the ground, and found that he liked to establish his dominance with such ferocious methods. The other officer, he had ripped in half like a sheet of paper, and the bloodbath had aroused even more lust inside him...

The memory of his horrendous crimes was always with him, reminding him what kind of monster he could easily become, and giving him nightmares, fueling his fear of his own abilities, of his own power. After all, he still felt so strongly all of those dark lusts that had guided his rampages and it was fearsome to try and imagine what he could accomplish now, with his powers immensely, indescribably enhanced. His old self paled in comparison to what he could now do: with tentacles, with even greater size, with almost limitless divine powers, he could now annihilate a whole planet without breaking a sweat. It was a horrifying thought, and it implied scenarios hard to even imagine.

And it wasn't such a remote possibility. If half of him was sincerely horrified by what he had done, the other half still growled lustfully at the thought of those massacres. Even though he talked of them as of his sins and crimes, at the same time he was almost proud of them, in a way: it was still extraordinarily delightful to think that, on his own, he had plunged the world into panic and reaped such an immense number of lives.

He had asked a few questions and made some research about where his many victims had ended up, but very few of them had ended up in Heaven and even fewer had turned into angels. Most of those who had made it into Heaven were still simple Benevolents, who had committed no serious evil but, at the same time, had not been good enough to deserve anything more. Vesta had told him pretty clearly that they were still Benevolents because his rape had left them full of lust, as well as wrath in some cases.

The vast majority of his victims had ended up in Hell, almost always in the Circle of Lust, after being consumed by pleasure and need while being raped all the way to their death. They had become so hungry and crazed with sex, violence and sizes that they had effectively become a new kind of demon, which had been named "Insatiable". They were extremely ravenous and had exceptional physical resistance, strength, stamina, so much so that they were known to rape other Lust demons into exhaustion, when not to destruction.

Learning that had left Killer unsure of how he should feel. He had doomed a lot of souls for eternity, but much as he regretted that, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt at being the cause of such a shift in the laws of the world.

He was trying to change for the better, but he remained very much in love with his dark lusts and with his own power, that was the truth. However much he changed; no matter how much he improved, he was probably never going to shake those cruel desires away. He was who he was: a creature of opposites.

He was determined to make up for his crimes: he had chosen the path of the savior, and, even if in his own way, he was going to stick to it to the end. He had promised to himself and to his loved ones and to the world at large that he was now going to do the right thing, no matter what it would require... but the truth was that his own nature represented the greatest threat to that promise. He was his own worst enemy, because he could never truly trust himself.

Killer had spent a little time watching Vicky begin to explore her abilities and power, as the doe and Ira wrestled it out to measure the new goddess's strength. It had been an alluring spectacle, but eventually he had forced himself to take his leave, determined to find Katy and help her. He felt he needed to protect the little girl, and there was another feeling, an affection and a feeling of closeness that he couldn't quite explain but that compelled him to seek her. He wasn't sure why she had left such a lasting impression in his heart, but it wasn't important. He wanted to see her safe and happy. And wasn't that what a savior was all about...?

So he had descended from "god's throne", as many had begun to call Eaglenest after he had rebuilt the fortress into his sanctuary, and he had reached the plateau far below, where he had created the towns now populated by all the refugees arrived from every corner of Heaven.

He looked around himself curiously as he walked over a stone bridge arching over one of the 8 rivers that went from the central sea towards the edge of the mountain, where they turned into immense cascades that rumbled towards the earth, miles and miles beneath. He paused for a moment when he reached the middle of the bridge, looking at the calm river and at the swans and ducks sliding over the surface, smiling slightly as he saw fishes swimming quietly into the crystal-clear waters. It was still amazing beyond belief to think that he had created all that out of thin air. He still struggled to believe it.

He looked out towards the horizon, seeing the point where the river turned into cascade and, beyond that, the clear sky and an endless, beautiful ocean visible through holes in the carpet of white clouds floating well beneath the plateau's height.

The ocean he could see didn't actually exist, or at least wasn't around Eaglenest: the mountain still actually sat in the middle of tundra, as it always had. But that had become an insignificant detail ever since Killer had turned the monastery into his first Sanctuary. The sky and the world around Eaglenest now changed rather frequently: Killer's mood was the only driver, the only force determining what they could see. Some days, they were given clear sight over the actual tundra, the actual lands of Heaven surrounding the mountain. In other moments, the dimensional barrier surrounding the sanctuary would show deep space and distant stars. In other moments, it would show snowy mountains, or dark blue oceans, either calm and peaceful or angry and stormy. It was a strange and wonderful thing... and Killer had no idea how it worked. It had been the idea of one moment, and his immeasurable power had warped the fabric of reality and bent it to his will. It was a scary and exhilarating thought at the same time.

The new Eaglenest was a spectacular place, to say the least. Paradoxically, despite being its creator, he had seen very little of the place. He had had no time to walk around and explore his own handiwork. In fact, that brief moment was the first good look he had ever given to the "Lands of Hope", as they had been nicknamed in recognition of the fact that the 8 towns had been offered to refugees coming from all across Heaven.

It was enough to turn around and face the opposite direction to see a completely different but not less amazing spectacle: the river came out of the distant Central Sea, the center of which was eternally hidden by a thick white mist.

From the center of the sea, an enormous, pillar-like mountain of dark stone stretched up towards the sky, rising many more miles above the 8 towns and the hills and woods and lands surrounding the settlements. The white fog was caused by incandescent magma entering the cool waters after cascading majestically along the perimeter of the central spire.

Eaglenest proper, the fortress, the monastery, the sanctuary, were up there, high into the sky, on the very top of the immense monolith of black stone, too far above to make up much past the outer circle of walls and towers. Killer made a bit of a face as he surveyed one of the bastions: even the little that could be seen from down below was incredibly impressive, and it was amazing to think that he had built it all.

He finally walked onwards, stepping off the bridge and approaching the gate leading into the walled town. It was a medieval-looking city, with all buildings grouped tightly together, facing narrow streets. Several of the buildings were fortified, tower-like, and they made both for an incredibly suggestive sight and a very well defensible place. Killer hadn't thought it all out in the detail when he had created the town, so it was a surprise to discover its look: somehow, his brain had associated memories and fantasies and created this place out of thin air, without him even needing to truly think it out.

He walked past a couple of angels standing guard at the gates, both soldiers saluting and bowing their heads, and he made his way into the village, looking curiously at the small shops, the nice homes built of stone blocks and timber, the massive tower at the end of the alley which dominated the archway leading deeper into town. It took him a moment to realize it, but the town actually resembled the original Orion quite a bit, and that was probably part of the reason why the refugees coming from the island had been assigned to that particular sector.

The village was built on the shore of the Central Lake and still had its characteristic the port, but it was crowded only by fishing boats: the soul-carrying trireme vessels that had once called regularly into Orion, shipping newcomer souls arriving from the Mortal Plane, were nowhere to be seen. The imposing fortress that had once towered in the middle of Orion, and its bastions topped by the stars of the constellation of the same name were all gone, though.

Killer remembered well the cold welcome he had received in Orion, and could tell clearly how much things had changed: now, everyone he met in the street greeted him, thanked me, bowed to him, even. They were alive, safe, they had homes and a whole new town for themselves, so their gratitude was, reasonably, to be expected... but Killer knew all too well the poison of envy, greed, hate, and he had no doubts that plenty of the people that had found refuge in his Sanctuary still hated his guts. They just were very careful not to show it.

He made his way past Orion's blacksmith: he was still alive and had set up a new shop, but he had been unable to save much of his awesome collection of weapons and armors: the exposition that had kept Killer and Alexis staring and drooling back at the time was gone. The bear, however, looked reasonably cheerful as he hammered away at a piece of red-hot steel, shaping it into a new blade. Indeed, Killer had never seen the guy smiling that much before: apparently, having narrowly escaped death had taught the bear a few things about what truly mattered in life.

It all seemed perfect. Too perfect, in fact... Killer walked past. He knew he had to seek darker alleys to find the sort of racketing and people he was looking for. Behind the façade, he knew there was plenty of scum to be found, and he was attracted by an Inn much like the one he and Alexis had visited in their first day in Heaven. He smirked a bit to himself as he made his way to the door, convinced that it was the right place where to begin his quest: he was ready to bet money on some of the same old bastards being still regular customers of the bar. He knew all too well, after all, that people rarely truly changes. He considered himself a living proof of how hard it is to truly change oneself: he had made great improvements over the years and now he would never consider acting in the cruel, reckless ways of the past, but still he had all of his darkness within. The monster was still alive and well inside him, and it manifested himself in his lust for blood, for violence, for domination and supremacy.

The door of the inn looked dangerously undersized for him, but he was able to make his way inside by bending forwards, before sighing in relief as he found that the ceiling was far enough above that he could stand straight, his mane brushing the wooden beams of the roof as the benevolents stared at him with gapes of awe from the tables.

Most faces were happy and full of sincere gratitude, several patrons standing up from their chairs and clapping, cheering him on as their savior... but, unsurprisingly, a few faces turned away from him, trying to hide in the dark corners to the back of the dimly lit room. The huge male smiled and awkwardly held one huge hand up, receiving the cheers and clapping with sincere gratitude and relief but also with some embarrassment and with complete uncertainty about how he should reply. His eyes, however, coldly sought out the ones who shrunk away from him, looking for their body language, for signs of their intentions and for hints about the reason why they sought shadows to hide into.

His attention was caught in particular by a male otter clad in a worn grey tunic that left the toned, strong arms exposed. The liger's eyes narrowed as he caught fleeting sight of a tattoo etched on the otter's bicep: it was a gothic writing braided together with thorny vines and white flowers, and even though he had no time to read what it said, Killer already knew. It was one of the symbols of the faction of the Righteous.

Moreover, when Killer had walked in the otter had quickly backstepped to hide behind a thick wooden column, gripping the arm of his interlocutor - a young vixen who looked nervous and scared - to drag her out of view as well.

Killer saw the glimpse of a small leather bag from which came the tinkling of gold coins, and that told him that he was on the right trail. He walked around the counter, the floor creaking under his weight and his lips cresting in a small grin as the otter loudly scampered away, muttering under his breath and hissing something to the vixen, who let out a cry of fear and pain at how hard the male squeezed into her arm.

There was no real way to run away or hide, however, especially as other patrons hurriedly stood up from the tables and got out of the way, avoiding any contact with the otter to make sure they would not be on the liger's wrong side. For the otter, the only way out of the room was either through a window, or through Killer's legs, and neither was good or even just workable: if he made a rush for the closest window, the liger would effortlessly catch up and seize him like a ragdoll.

The otter continued to walk backwards until he bumped painfully into a table, half-falling backwards into it as he shivered in terror and let go of the vixen, who hurried to the side with tears in her eyes, looking fearfully up at the behemoth male. Killer reassuringly smiled down at her, shaking his head slowly... but he also held up one finger to order her to stay, before he turned his attention back to the otter, who was now practically clawing his way backwards on top of the table.

"Wait, wait, I... it's ok, it's ok... I'm not a Righteous anymore, look, look! Look, I erased the tattoo!" The otter cried, holding up his arm to show the tattoo, which was effectively "erased" by a long, thin scar going from one end of the drawing to the other. The otter must had used a knife on himself, cutting a wound into the tattoo. Mildly impressive, but in itself it meant little to nothing: the Righteous were not welcome in Eaglenest, and to enjoy the safety and the comfort of the fortress, he had had to offer some convincing proof that he was not on their side anymore. And the proof was not the tattoo. The tattoo is just cosmetics. If he went through the screening, he is not interested in "purifying Heaven" from the likes of me and Alexis. Not anymore, at least. Doesn't mean he is clean, though. He is an asshole, that's all.

"That's good, but you made the girl here cry. Why...? Do you specialize in usury, by chance...?" Killer calmly asked, his voice soft and yet carrying a tremendous menace in its patronizing, ironic tone.

"M...m...me? N-no...!" The otter tremblingly said, attempting to deny... but his tune changed immediately as soon as Killer's lip twitched. "I... I... yes. I do lend money... but it is not... not a crime."

"We both know you don't just lend money. You practice usury, and that is a crime. And money shouldn't even have a place here. That you still cling to gold even now, is a sign of how corrupt you are." Killer calmly replied, his soft voice somehow sounding even more threatening: he did not need to get angry, he did not need to shout. His mere presence was crushingly powerful.

"T-that's easy for you... y-you can create money out of thin air!" The otter muttered, finding courage inside himself to dare producing a counter-argument. Killer tilted his head to the side slightly, surprised and almost pleased, in a weird way, but how the man tried to argue his position. He could understand the sentiment, in a way: as a god, he was able to accomplish with extreme ease things that most people couldn't obtain even in their wildest dreams. It was a fact that he could enjoy his life at levels that most would never even be able to imagine. He was enormously privileged and advantaged by his vast abilities and incredible power, and it was something he would never deny or play down: it almost made him ashamed, at times.

"That is true... I can create gold out of nothing. As well as many other things." Killer calmly conceded, nodding in calm agreement. "But why would I want to...? Why should you crave gold so much? In Heaven, you don't really need money. Here in this Sanctuary, even less so: I gave you all a world where your needs are satisfied by the very energy in the air. I made every effort to create a community where the extras, the little pleasures of life, are produced and exchanged by barter. I asked you all to share your talents and exchange the products of your skills and forget about the money. Yet, so many of you still obsess over shiny rocks."

Killer fell silent, looking down at the people assembled around him and letting his words settle heavily into their minds, as the otter fiddled nervously on the table, unable to find a valid counter. "I'm lucky. I have powers that go beyond what most can even dream. I know that. But I've made it my responsibility to use that power to protect you all. I have accepted my role in the great scheme of things; why can't you accept yours...?" The huge male finally asked, shaking his head slowly and sighing a bit as he thought of what to do with the trembling usurer. "I should throw both of you out of the Sanctuary, and leave you to sort out your lives and find a way to survive..."

The vixen paled, looking terrified at the prospect, covering her mouth with her hands as she sobbed brokenly, while the otter swallowed thickly and failed at repressing violent shivers of fear as he looked up at the giant liger, waiting for the judgment. "P-please... great Lord... we... we shall learn our lesson..."

"I hope so." Killer coldly replied, before swinging his hand forwards, heavy golden coins appearing out of thin air just as he threw them into the otter's face, the small male howling in pain as the coins landed on his flesh and burned his skin, his flesh sizzling loudly and smoldering as the gold overheated and practically merged with his face. "Debts must be paid back, that is definite. So, here is your money." Killer calmly said, his powerful voice clearly audible even as the otter screamed and clawed at his face. "They will fall off in a matter of days, once you've learned your lesson."

Killer turned his attention to the vixen, who trembled violently and waited for her fate, sobbing quietly as she went down to her knees and held her palms up in prayer and in waiting of his decision, as the other people in the bar backstepped away from her, not wanting to share her punishment. "You shall pay back everyone who gave you money, and then you will stop piling up debts." Killer simply commanded, dropping a large leather bag filled with gold coins into her hands, and she looked surprised for a moment... before two gold coins dropped out of the bag and fell into her palms, making her shriek in agony as they burned their way through her flesh, piercing her hands from side to side and falling to the wooden floor, where they vanished. "You've always been a squanderer, and now everyone will be able to see the holes in your hands. Learn your lesson, and your hands will heal. Perseverate, and money will forever burn right through them."

"T-thank y-you, my lord and god..." The vixen replied, sobbing and shivering violently as she clutched at the bag of coins and quickly scampered away, dropping her chin on her chest and trying to hide her face as she hugged herself, eyes wide with fear as she stared at the large holes in her palms. Killer allowed her to go, looking over his shoulder as she quickly made her way to the door and rushed out in the street... before he seized the otter by the skull, his huge fingers wrapping entirely around the small head as the usurer attempted to quietly run away, his broken breath turning into loud cries and prayers for mercy as he was blocked in place.

"P-please... please, give me my chance... let me go..." The otter whined, and Killer snorted in contempt as he dragged the male back towards the table, muttering: "I will give you your chance, but I need information from you first."

"A-anything! I'm... I'm here to serve!" The usurer hurriedly replied, his voice coming out in a loud squeak as he trembled in a mix of fear and relief, almost unable to believe that the behemoth only wanted information, and not to inflict further punishment.

"Where do I find little Katy and her mother...?"

It was a quick affair. Unsurprisingly, the usurer had lent money to Katy's mother several times, and the woman still owed him money. Very "generously", though, the otter had hurriedly explained that he now considered each and every debt repaid, before quickly explaining, in a very detailed way, in which zone of town Killer would find the two girls.

The huge male now walked down a narrow street at the western end of town, not far from the coast, with sea winds blowing gently into his mane as he moved past one of the port's quays. Katy lived in a little house in the very margins of the town, and there was a good chance that he'd meet the little girl along the way, since the streets getting there weren't many and he had been instructed to pass by the town's huge library, which was the kitten girl's favorite place. It was to buy books that the little family had piled up debts, and Killer had made sure to walk into the library to "remind" the librarians that they weren't supposed to extort huge amounts of gold coins just to give away book copies that were made to be shared. Now he was making his way for Katy's house, keeping his senses alert and looking past every corner and into each alleyway he passed, because he knew all too well that the little child was probably ambushed and tormented on a regular base along that same path by usurers eager to get their precious gold back.

The huge male was a perfect predator, and despite his immense size he was as silent as a shadow when he wanted to be. Now was one of those moments, as he calmly walked down the narrow street, tilting his head slightly to look down every side alley he passed. Most windows were closed, and there were very few citizens walking around, most of those smiling sincerely and saluting him when they crossed his path, but some clearly rushing out of his way, turning into alleys and dropping their gaze to hide their features under hoods and veils. Some did it out of reverential fear of him, but some clearly had something to conceal... but Killer had no intention to chase after every minor crime or sin, and he allowed them to scamper away. He paid more attention to the world around him instead, dropping his head backwards a bit and looking up towards the sky, smiling slightly at the clear blue visible between the roofs on either side. The street was truly narrow, and the houses on either side were almost towers, their thick walls of stone and timber casting a cool shade over the stone-paved road, which every now and then twisted around a corner, flanking a large building or passing under an archway of stone where gates could be put up for organizing a defence. He loved the place, just like he had liked Orion back at the time: there was a unique atmosphere, and moving there was like taking a walk back in time.

He walked under another archway, smiling slightly as he found himself in a nice-looking yet very functional killing ground: there was a wall right in front of him, solid and without windows, and another wall on the left, with a narrow horizontal slit-window that was clearly perfect for weapons to fire through. The only way out was turning the corner and walking to the right, and he did exactly that, shaking his head slowly and smirking in amusement as he gazed over his shoulder to see the dead end from the perspective of an attacker: it was a terrible deal, because it meant rushing down a narrow alley, with walls on either side and a firing position right in front, and then turning a corner to try and hack through the gate while under fire from every direction. He hadn't consciously planned out any of those details when creating the town, and it was amazing to discover just how much he had been able to accomplish with nothing more than a rather vague thought, just by letting his power give shape to his memories, fantasies and sensations.

As he walked towards another corner, he heard hurried footsteps in the nearby alley, and he bit his lower lip, sighing a bit: he was late, but thankfully not by much.

There were two persons running, and one of the two was tiny, making almost no noise, and Killer instinctively knew that it was Katy well before she came near enough that he could hear her panting.

Killer walked faster as her little voice rose into a cry of pain and fear, a male voice snarling: "Where do you think you are going? Where is my money, bitch?"

Katy did not scream, did not plead to be freed, instead replying, as calmly and with as much dignity as she could manage: "You'll have your money. We always pay our debts. Just be patient, please. We need a little more time: my mother is working on some dresses, and when she gets paid we'll..."

A slap echoed down the alley, and Killer snorted in fury at the sound, gritting his fangs as the male voice barked: "I've already been patient. I want my money!"

Killer wanted to run past the corner, grab the bastard and crush him like a bug, but he forced himself to stay motionless for a moment longer, leaning against the wall, just behind the corner, listening intently. He wanted to see how Katy handled herself, especially after hearing the calm dignity in her voice and after noticing how she had not wasted time begging to be released, nor given her oppressor the satisfaction of seeing her in tears. Nor had she tried to shy away from her debts, instead assuring, with a clear and sincere voice that she was going to pay.

How did I get fooled the first time...? She definitely isn't a baby girl... and she isn't your average person either.

"If I could, I'd pay you right now. But people aren't paying me and mom on time either, so we don't have the money right now. We'll have soon, though. Please, I ask you to show just a little more patience." Katy calmly replied, before letting out a little cry of pain as the male snarled and, Killer guessed, bent her arm painfully behind her back. Once more, the liger clenched his hand into a fist and almost leaped past the corner... but again he forced himself to be patient. He was amazed by how honest Katy was, and even more so by how well she handled herself and the situation. She had no chance to fight her way out of that aggression, and Killer could tell that she did not really want to, because she considered herself at fault. But while sincerely apologetic, she was speaking with dignity and courage, defending herself and her mother and refusing to be dragged down to the infamous level of her aggressor.

Even her aggressor was taken aback by her courage and by the gentleness and sincerity of her tone, but after a moment of hesitation he assaulted her again, growling: "Don't you dare thinking you can sweet-talk your way out of this!"

This time Katy cried in pain and fear, and Killer heard her breath broken and rough as she struggled against her aggressor. The liger immediately peeked past the corner of the building, his eye narrowing as he saw a large white-furred pit-bull wearing a dark red tunic looming above the tiny feline girl, the burly dog teasingly pulling on a simple bag full of large, heavy books that Katy was doing her best not to let go, her cheeks burning red with the effort and her feet attempting to find purchase into the ground as she was dragged around like a toy.

"Books, always books! If you weren't a useless bookworm, you would not have debts to worry about. What do these crappy things ever do for you...?" The pit-bull cackled, finally tearing the bag out of the little girl's hands and digging out a large volume, gazing at it with a grimace of derision. "Of Anchors and Waves. The secret laws of the universe..." The canine mockingly read from the cover, before making a grimace as he hissed: "You only need to learn one law, bitch: pay your debts. On time. With appropriate interests. What is this crap even supposed to be...?"

Katy refused to reply, but her cheeks burned crimson and Killer could see tears rolling down her cheeks now as she nervously looked at her books, her real treasures, the objects that she craved and the friends that kept her company every day in her quest for knowledge.

She wanted to shout in his face just how unique and precious and full of wisdom that book was. Her face made it evident that she was horrified by how the man handled such a rare and precious publication... and she was terrified by the idea that he might damage or destroy the book. That was what kept her frozen in place, her little hands balled into trembling fists as she sneaked some discreet gazes around, hoping to see someone who could offer help. But the few windows that had been open before had now been pulled shut, and the road was completely empty and silent.

"Please, that book is very important to me. It is a rare publication, it should be treated with respect and great care. Hand it back, I pray you." The kitty girl quietly said, but the dog only cackled as he opened the book at a casual place, faked great concentration as he traced his finger along a few lines of text and then seized a few dozen pages in his hand, tearing them off with a snarl of cruel amusement. "I don't give a shit what this crap is! I want my gold back, and if you want these pages back you'll better make sure to bring a healthy extra for the delay!"

Katy swallowed and fell silent at that, her eyes fixed on the thick bunch of pages as the pit-bull deliberately crumpled them up into a ball, forcing his claws through the paper and cutting rips in the pages, making the girl tremble in indignation and despair as he taunted: "Hurry up, bitch, or I might lose some of the pages... or they might end up ruined. I'm so absent minded at times..."

She could have screamed that it was unfair, but it would have been useless, and she instead stood firm in place, her eyes full of tears but nonetheless looking at him with such rightful disgust that she looked like a giant looming over him, despite her tiny physical sizes.

The aggressor swallowed, feeling the weight of her gaze over him, and then he threw the bag with the other books right against the wall, snarling: "Stop glaring, you whore! Who do you think you are?"

Katy shivered as she heard her beloved books impacting the wall, hard covers loudly breaking and several pages flying out to settle on the ground like dead leaves, but she continued to stand up to the much larger canine, looking at him silently, with dignity and cold contempt for his behavior.

The dog snarled in rage, surprised and confused by her behavior and unwilling to let her gain a moral victory, his hand shooting forwards to grip into the shoulder piece of her beautiful lace dress, dragging her forwards until she fell on her knees and the fabric loudly ripped into tatters, half of her flat, baby-girl chest exposed for everyone to see. She hugged herself with a sob, curling up and covering herself as best she could, and that was the last straw for Killer, who turned the corner with cold, murderous rage burning in his eyes.

The pit-bull looked up at the sound of Killer's heavy stomp and his lower jaw dropped in shock, all color drained from his face as his eyes bulged in terror. He gazed up into the liger's eyes and saw himself dead and torn into ribbons, so he turned around and charged up the street as quickly as he could, running like never before. He never had a chance to make it, and he managed to move only a few meters before Killer grabbed him by the skull and hefted him high into the air, the canine shrieking in agony and terror and kicking and punching wildly at the air as the liger's fingers squeezed hard enough to make his head creak and pulse with pain, crimson flashes filling his vision as the bone was almost pulverized and his brain crushed into paste.

"Let me go... let me go... please... please, let go... I beg you, forgive me...!" The dog howled, clawing pathetically at the huge fingers effortlessly holding him high above the ground, his puny efforts only gaining him a snort of distaste and contempt from Killer.

Katy, on her part, waited on her knees, arms crossed on her chest to held up the tattered dress and her face looking up to the massive male liger, her expression serene, her smile full of sincere affection and gratitude... and, at the same time, of quiet acceptation of her own share of fault and sin. She seemed to expect to be punished as well... but Killer did not think she deserved any punishment, despite the debts she had piled up.

He smiled down at her, trying to look reassuring, and took a good look at her: physically, she truly was a young child, with the flat chest of a baby girl and a cute little body that made her look like a particularly graceful doll. She had beautiful blue eyes, and they seemed to glow in her features, large and full of innocence, circled in the white fur that also covered her muzzle, her little pink nose surmounted by an adorable little splotch of black that seemed to draw a little heart.

She had a fluffy little mane of grey, white and black fur around her neck and she had collected her long hair into loose braids that fell on her shoulders. Cute little tufts of fur topped her ears while a thick, rich tail also of mixed colors moved slowly behind her back, while her hands and her little feet, clad in simple sandals, were all pure white. What was most breath-catching about her was the light coming from the small angel wings folded tightly on her back, their feathers glowing with a silvery purity that left Killer staring in reverent silence. Her little dress was fantastic, a beautiful work of detailed lace and flower-themed decorations that had the huge male studying every inch of the drawings, looking with admiration over all the details that skilled hands had been able to weave in the fabric, before he winked reassuringly down at the little girl, wanting her to relax, to feel safe and protected, to forget about all the times she and her mother had been assaulted and threatened. She was beautiful and innocent, sweet and vulnerable, and Killer wanted to put things right for her.

He turned his attention to the struggling pit-bull, who froze still under his icy glare, his hands clawing uselessly at the liger's wrist even as his eyes bulged in terror. The male would have had very handsome features, wasn't for a very evidently broken nose and some scars across the muzzle, resulting from past brawls. He was a benevolent, so he hadn't been too terrible a person in life: greed evidently had consumed him while he was already in Heaven, something that apparently had happened to a lot of people, during Typhon's reign. The canine wasn't an actual warrior, just a troublemaker, but he had a fit enough body that Killer immediately decided to "direct" him towards serving as a guard within the fortress. Garrison duty was dull and often annoying for professional warriors, so it made sense to release better soldiers for use in more stimulating roles by replacing them with low quality people. Forcing him to serve the others was the best ways to punish him and teach him a lesson which might result in a genuine repentance and change of behavior... and even if that did not happen, he was going to be forced into observing the rules with steely discipline, at least.

"Well, boy...?" Killer coldly asked, looking with contempt down into the pit-bull's eyes. "You were so eager to get your money back, a moment ago. So eager to slap a little girl and use your force against her. Why are you suddenly so silent and still...?"

The dog whimpered wordlessly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he struggled uselessly against the liger's grip, his body dangling pathetically from Killer's hand. "P-please..."

"Katy here said that she is working to pay you. I'm told she's always paid her debts in the past, to the last Cloud and then some. So, why do you need to behave like a total asshole...? I hate assholes." Killer calmly continued, his voice soft and yet made all the more fearsome by the tranquility of his tone.

"I... She's weeks late..." The canine whimpered, regretting his words as soon as he opened his mouth to utter them. Killer snorted in distaste and turned around to slam the much smaller male back-first into the corner of the nearby building, the pit-bull letting out a breathless cry of pain, his spine arching violently and his hands trembling as they fell off Killer's wrist.

"A lot of people have made me angry over the years. A lot. Some have made me furious. But you..." Killer coldly said, gritting his fangs before hissing: "... you belong into the lot that truly disgusted me."

The pit-bull mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came from it, even as his eyes stared in terror at the massive musculature of Killer's arm, knowing that the liger could have crushed his head into pulp in any moment, without any effort.

"You dared bullying a little girl, and you hit her and made her cry, for no other reason but to ask for yet more money. That disgusts me." Killer coldly said, before balling his other hand into an enormous fist that he moved right in front of the pit-bull's face, causing the dog to trash violently, whimpering in panic, and babbling prayers for mercy. "What would happen if I bullied you, huh...?"

"P-please, no... no... No!" The dog cried, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping from his chin as he pushed with both hands against the enormous fist, desperately trying to shove it backwards, but it was like trying to get a mountain to budge, and the canine could only sob in despair, eyes fixed on the liger's massive bicep. The liger grinned coldly and slowly pushed his fist forwards, shoving the canine back like he had no body weight, until the dog's back crashed into the wall. The dog was pinned, and he let out a howl of terror as he scrambled to push his feet hard into the stone, pushing himself forwards and leaning forwards with all his strength, trying to shove the huge fist backwards. His efforts, though, were in vain, as the heavy fist continued to slowly, almost playfully push forth, slowly and inexorably, the liger's obscene strength ridiculing his attempts to resist as his elbow touched the wall. The pit-bull panted in terror, shaking his head in denial as he found himself trapped between anvil and hammer, until he let out an inarticulate yell of agony as both of his arms snapped like twigs, the bone loudly cracking like a breadstick and tearing through the flesh as he was compressed viciously against the building behind him, the wall itself beginning to crack.

"You see how easy it is for me to play with puny gnats like you...?" Killer taunted, grinning slightly as he ground his fist slowly into the usurer, making his bones creak audibly as dust fell off the cracking wall. "And I'll tell you a little secret: I enjoy it, too. Why don't I go around beating little shits like you into pulp, then...? It's not like anyone could stop me."

Killer paused, and the pit-bull's eyes stared at him in terror, open wide and filled with tears, until the canine understood that he was supposed to answer the question and so attempted to rasp it out, even if he was pressed so hard into the wall that his lungs barely managed to take in enough air for him to pull a breath every now and then. "B-be-because... it... is... wrong..."

"That's right, bitch. It is wrong!" Killer exclaimed, before growling as he enquired: "If you know it, why you do it...? I don't do it. I put a leash on myself and restrain my desire to crush annoying bugs like you into ugly stains on the sidewalk. If I can control myself, surely you must as well."

"I... I... will...!" The dog whimpered, but Killer pressed his massive fist forwards a tiny little bit further, leaning down in his face and hissing: "I don't know if you are still in time for good intentions..."

"Please, Lord Killer... don't. I pray you, spare his life. I asked him money, he gave it to me. He is right, I should have given the whole sum back already." Katy quietly said, looking up at the liger with a prayer in her eyes, and the huge male looked down at her in surprise, a soft smile gaining his lips at the sight of the quiet determination in her eyes as she slowly moved towards the dog's legs, touching one with her tiny hand. "He was nasty to me, but... it was my fault too. I pray you to show him mercy."

Killer closed his eyes and gave her a nod of approval, tilting his head slightly towards her, making her blush softly. The huge male turned back to the dog and coldly said: "You'll better show her gratitude. If she hadn't asked, I don't think I would have spared you."

Killer pulled his enormous fist back, letting the dog slump bonelessly to the floor, the pit-bull letting out a whine of agony and humiliation but nonetheless turning immediately to look up to Katy's face, his cheeks streaked by tears of relief and gratitude as he babbled: "Thank you, thank you, thank you... I can't thank you enough... I... I'm sorry..:"

Killer smirked a bit at that, shaking his head slowly, mildly amused by the quick conversion that he had learned to expect from assholes who suddenly ended up faced by far bigger and stronger evil forces. The liger had exaggerated his threats a bit: even without Katy' intervention, he wasn't going to kill the pit-bull, as his crime was hateful but overall not quite so serious. On the other hand, the liger was not going to let the usurer get away with so little of a scare and a punishment, because he knew all too well that, otherwise, his sudden sincere and complete change of heart would also have been short lived. Soon, once out of danger, the dog would have most likely resumed behaving exactly like before. No, he needed to put more of a mark on him, to force him to actually change his ways.

"Here is the money. Debts must always be repaid, after all." Killer calmly said, a bag of golden coins appearing in his hand just as he squatted down to face the whimpering pit-bull. The dog's head immediately turned to face the tingling bag of leather, and greed glowed in his eyes as he realized that the bag contained much more than he was supposed to get.... Before a shadow of fear fell into his expression as he understood the mistake he had just made.

Killer growled and seized him by the throat, slamming his head back into the wall, and the canine made another mistake by opening his jaws wide to cry out his pain and to try and get some air into his lungs as his windpipe was crushed savagely. Killer immediately rammed the bag of gold coins into his mouth, choking him he almost shoved it down his throat, before he stood up and threw the usurer sixty feet down the street, growling as the pit-bull crashed with a whelp into the stone pavement, rolling in a broken heap as heavy gold coins scattered in every direction.

"You'll better shake your greed off, bitch." Killer calmly said, grinning slightly as he crossed his massive arms on his chest. "Because from now onwards, you'll shit gold coins. You'll literally shit gold coins. And I assure you, you won't like it."

The dog scrambled on all fours and looked up with a gape of disbelief and terror at his words... before he winced and threw his head back with a cry of pain, teeth gritted painfully together as he reached back to seize his own buttocks, desperately pulling on them to try and force his tailhole to stretch wider.

"Exactly." Killer coldly said, giving a nod and smirking. "But I don't want to see this disgusting show. Run away, go hide in some dark hole. And when you finally shit all your greed out, I suggest you rush to the barracks and volunteer for garrison duty. So you can give back to the society some of what you've stolen."

The dog nodded hard, biting his lip to strangle his howls of pain and fear as his legs trembled violently, all color leaving his cheeks as he looked on the verge of passing out but still forced himself to stand up and back away from the god, each backstep a torture as he struggled with the thick coin that was trying to tear its way out of his asshole. As soon as he reached the corner of the building, he spun around and ran away as quickly as he could, his cries of pain and humiliation echoing in the narrow alleyways as he tried to put as much distance as he could between himself and the massive male liger.

"Will... will it continue forever...?" Katy hesitatingly asked, once the screams had gotten distant and muffled as the usurer searched desperately for a hiding place.

Killer looked down at the little girl and shifted a bit on the spot, her worried look making him worry that he might have overdone the punishment... but he had enough experience with people like that dog to know that without a drastic lesson, there was no real learning, so that he gave her a soft and reassuring smile, explaining: "No. It'll stop in a couple of weeks... or earlier than that, if he learns his lesson. At first he'll curse me, he'll call me cruel, and he'll hate my guts. Then he'll begin hating the very thought of gold coins. But later still, if he has anything at all inside his skull, he should start considering his crimes and hopefully shake his greed off. The sooner he does that, the sooner the punishment ends."

Katy thought about it for a moment, frowning a bit and still somewhat horrified by the painful, torturing nature of the punishment... but she had to admit that it was a pretty damn effective method, and one that wasn't that far from the traditional retaliation that sinners would face in Hell, being forced by the Inquisitors to face tortures modeled upon their sin.

"What about the coins he will... expel...?" The child - ugh. Remember it, she's not an actual child, no matter her cute looks - asked, a quiet little smile on her lips as she already imagined the answer.

"Oh, those vanish as soon as they come out, of course." Killer easily replied, smirking a bit. "He's corrupted enough that he'd dig them out of his diarrhea, otherwise."

"I'm afraid you are right." Katy amusedly agreed, nodding a bit before her lips crested in a small smile of resignation and acceptance of a fate that she clearly expected to be painful. "I'm ready for my own punishment, Lord Killer."

The huge male looked down at her silently, surprised and uncertain about what he should be doing. Yes, she technically had sinned, and need a punishment of her own... but he found that he did not want to hurt her in any way, nor did he feel it necessary. "Katy... I don't think you deserve a punishment."

"Of course I do." The little girl calmly but firmly replied, closing her eyes and nodding a bit. "I've disobeyed the rules about the use of money. I piled up debts, driven by greed for culture, and I've also repeatedly been late in paying back the loans." She listed her contraventions with firm determination and complete awareness of her actions, and Killer shifted a bit on the spot, feeling uncomfortable and not daring to inflict any further pain on her.

"The library shouldn't have asked money for the books. They haven't written nor published them, and they have no right to use them to sate their hunger for shiny rocks. I've put them in their place: they won't do it again." The huge male calmly replied, and the small female smiled and nodded in appreciation of what he said, before she remarked: "That does not cancel my own sins, though. I should have walked away when they asked money. I should have denounced them."

"Yes, but..." Killer fell silent, frowning and searching for words. He felt confused, and he wished she hadn't such a well developed sense of justice.

"Thinking back to their threats, to their demands... it really was my fault. I allowed them to scare me, and so I refused to seek justice. In so doing, I've betrayed you, by not showing trust for your justice." The little girl said, bowing her head in silent apology. "I'm sorry. I allowed my confidence in you to be shaken..."

"You have met me only once before, and for just a short moment. It is normal to have doubts about me." Killer calmly replied, shrugging a bit. "How can you trust somebody you don't know...?"

"Oh, but I know your story well enough. I've been reading books about you for so many years, Amon-Ra... and you are exactly like I thought you'd be; like the books describe." Katy gently counted, smiling at him warmly, before tilting her head slightly to the side and looking saddened as Killer's face darkened and he sighed: "Then you must know about my... darkness, as well."

Katy nodded, then looked up at him with a question in her eyes, and he gave her a nod of approval, allowing her to stand back up. The little girl walked closer to him, showing no fear and only hesitating when she held up a hand, pushing her palm towards his powerful, massive leg. As soon as he closed his eyes in acceptation, however, she smiled and pushed her fingers against his jeans, caressing his mighty leg through the fabric and looking up at his face as she said: "I did read about that. And... yes, it was scary. It was horrendous. But... what matters the most is what you did after that. What you continue to do to this day. You've made a choice, and I see no monster here. I now see a hero. I'm not scared: here I am, a bug compared to you. You could crush me into a stain with a single toe, and there's absolutely nothing I could ever do about it. But I know that you want me safe, instead. I know that you would put your life on the line with no hesitation, as you've already done so many times, to save me and everyone else in this town." She paused, smiling amusedly as she rubbed her hand slowly over solid, steel-hard muscle that she could feel clearly even under the thick, rough fabric. "Indeed, I even see that you care so much about this 'child' that you will show favoritism by not punishing my sins. Around you, I feel safe like never before in my life."

Killer coughed a bit, looking away for a moment, embarrassed and unsure of what he should say, but feeling his chest filled with warmth because of her kind words. It took him a moment to reorder his thoughts, but finally he gazed down at her with a smile and replied: "Yeah, well... I suppose I cannot show favoritism, can I...? That would be unfair. But... your judgment is suspended. You did it for culture, and that's a noble cause. You will be punished only if, in the future, you'll give me an actual reason for it."

"If that is your decision, I can only thank you for it, and follow your rule." Katy softly said, bowing a bit to him.

"Did that asshole hurt you...?" Killer asked, looking down at her with attention. Her cheek was still reddened and slightly bruised, and she had some claw marks on the shoulder, but there seemed to be no serious injury on her soft body.

"Nothing serious, Lord Killer... I do not worry for myself, but for the books. Those are ruined." The little girl quietly said, walking towards the point where her bag laid on the ground, splitting with damaged books, broken hard covers and loose pages. She knelt with a sigh of sadness, picking up the books and evaluating the damage, doing her best to at least push the loose pages into the book they had come from, to attempt a more complete restoration once at home.

Killer walked towards the book that the pit-bull had directly maimed, and he squatted to pick it up, making a grimace at how badly damaged it was, before his expression changed into an entertained smile as he turned it around to look at the cover. "Of Anchors and Waves... you sure do like complex reads. I was shown this book recently, you know...? But unless I'm dreaming, the one I saw was much thicker and heavier."

"You must have been shown the original, then." Katy replied, turning to look at him in awe, a new note in the tone of her voice making her interest and pleasure evident. "That one is a copy, and it is just a summary of Vesta's theory on the structure of the universe and on the existence of anchors. Long ago, it was decided that it was better not to reveal the full story and the extent of her studies, due to how delicate the subject is."

"Yeah, that explains it..." Killer quietly agreed, before looking up in surprise as the girl gazed at him intently and began to talk with enthusiasm, eager to learn more: "But I'm sure Lady Vesta will want to add to her observations and theories, now that we know that Anchors do exist, and that they do work in the way she had imagined. How did it look, Lord Killer...? How was it really like to touch it? How did the very shape of Heaven change, and how could you force a black hole closed...? There are a lot of stories doing the rounds, but none is accurate, and most people clearly talk without understanding anything of what they are telling...! And -"

"You... you have a very clear idea of what happened..." Killer dumbly observed, and Katy blushed, shrugging a bit as she reluctantly put an end to the flow of questions she was dying to formulate.

"Y-yes, Lord Killer. I've been studying all my life, and I've read every page of Vesta's texts whenever I had a chance to... and I... I think I know enough to be certain that Heaven has changed the way it has because one anchor has been destroyed."

Killer nodded silently, looking at her with admiration and finally smiling warmly as he remarked: "That is impressive, Katy... you are a true scholar. I'm told that very, very few persons have a grasp of the technical aspects of Vesta's theories and studies. Certainly, I can only understand the general concept, but not the calculations. When she showed me the math inside the book, I was about to start crying like a child."

"Oh, you know Lady Vesta...? And she showed you her notes and diaries...?" The girl enthusiastically exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with glee as she squeezed a large book against her chest, hugging it. "I mean, yeah, of course you do, but... wow. It is such an exciting thought for me, it... it is a dream for me! That is so amazing! How I wish I could talk to her, even just once...!"

"You... might be surprised by what Vesta is like in everyday life." Killer amusedly said, barely able to repress a snicker as he thought of the lustful, loud, reckless, playful nature of the queen of Seraphims. Katy blinked a bit, looking confused and curious, but her expression remained one of dreamy jubilation, and she beamed even further when the huge male added: "But hey, I'm sure Vesta would love to get to know you. I think she might find in you the perfect partner for her intellectual side, and I know she'd like to have another genius to work with. I... I am many things for her, but will never be that kind of high-end study mate."

"Oh, Lord Killer... if you could introduce me to Vesta it would... it would be indescribable, really. It is something I've dreamt about for all my life!" The little girl vibrantly said, and Killer smiled in entertainment and happiness, delighted by the fact that her day had completely turned around, becoming such a cheerful occasion.

The huge male picked up the crumpled, ruined pages that had been torn out of the volume, and then helped Katy pick up the rest. Only one of the books in her bag had gone through the encounter with the pit-bull without some sort of serious damage, and the girl was very evidently horrified by that ruin. Her expression made it plenty clear that she couldn't conceive a reason why anyone would ever want to treat a book in such a cruel way.

And as the huge male squatted to pick up some more ruined pages, he saw the girl sneak worried and sad gazes at her torn and ruined little dress as well, tears always on the verge of swelling up in her eyes whenever she looked down at the destroyed decorations, at the loose threads, at the ripped laces. She obviously cared a lot about that dress, and she was worried about whether it would be possible to repair it, or if it was lost forever. She was sweet and innocent, though, and so kind that never once she gave voice to a word of hate for her aggressor, nor did she lament the damages she had suffered. She just silently mourned what she had lost, while working to repair all that could be fixed and planning about her next steps. Killer could only admire her self control and her perfect manners, especially because it was clear that she was not forcing it, she was not putting up a façade because he was present: no, that was how she really was, how she really acted all the time.

Observing her, it was easy to understand why she had left such a long-lasting impression with just their first, very short meeting, that day in Orion.

Her chest partly showed, but it was the flat chest of a baby girl, and she wasn't concerned by it, innocently ignoring that detail: at first she had held up the torn fabric to cover herself, but it had been out of fear of the pit-bull's malicious presence. Now, with him, she showed no fear and felt no shame.

"Your dress is beautiful... I heard you saying that you and your mother sewed it...?" The huge male finally said, smiling at her with warm affection, tilting his head a bit towards her.

"This one is entirely a product of mom's work." The little girl softly answered, smiling warmly as she looked down at her clothes. "That's why I'm sad about it being in this sorry state... it was a gift from my mother, and I know it kept her awake for many a night."

"You both are excellent tailors, aren't you...?" Killer softly asked, and Katy blushed slightly, looking flattered by his remark and turning a bit to the side, too shy to admit her own talents and merits.

"My mother has a formidable talent at it, and fine-tuned skills. I... just do my best to help her. Dressmaking is something she does to allow me to purchase books, after all. We don't buy anything else, as we don't need to. She works purely to make me happy... and books are expensive, while our customers are often late with payments and more often than not refuse to pay the entire promised sum, with whatever excuse. She fatigues for me, day and night, so helping her is the very least I can do." The little girl explained, pulling quietly at the little gown of the beautiful white dress, trying to smooth out the delicate lace, while fighting back tears whenever her eyes moved over to the tears and rips higher up.

Killer nodded silently, blinking a bit as he felt the sadness stinging into his eyes. Of course, two girls living alone, soft and vulnerable, were exploited without remorse. The huge male did not need to ask how it happened: he could well imagine some of the richer women in town exploiting Katy's and her mother's talent to get enchanting dresses tailored to their wishes, only to then pay a fraction of the value of the job. He could well imagine their threats, especially considering that his own laws, in a way, made things harder for them: he had prohibited the use of money, and that, he now realized, just meant that those with the money could easily threaten those who needed it. It was all good to say that Katy and her mom should have been the ones to denounce the usurers, the library, and the whole corrupt system that so quickly had rebuilt itself even inside Killer's very own sanctuary... They should have denounced, yes, but it would have been difficult and risky for them. And they had no certainty of ever getting their complaints into the right ears.

"I'm sorry... I dared hoping that, having just been saved from annihilation and shielded from civil war, people would be more sensible to the true values of life, and less addicted to gold. It was a naïve hope. I should have organized some kind of police service to ensure these shady dealings would stay out of Eaglenest. But, you know..." He shrugged and made a grimace, bitterly concluding: "There's a bit of a war going on, and I had to focus on that, first of all. I hoped that this people would learn a lot more from what they have experienced..."

Probably, I was also expecting they would show a bit more gratitude, and listen to the one request I made out of them...

Katy looked at him with affection, smiling softly and studying him in silence for a few moments, easily able to guess his bitter thoughts. "It is not your fault at all, Lord Killer... greed is a powerful and ancient plague. It won't be easy to defeat it, assuming it is even possible. I'm sure plenty have understood their lesson and have listened to your request. Some others have understood, but... not quite complied with your law. And that includes me."

"Others are not at all ready yet to letting go of the pleasure of being richer than everyone else." Killer completed, sighing a bit and nodding wisely, before making a bit of a grimace as he added: "I can't really blame them, you know...? Money has been synonymous of power for thousands of years. And power is alluring. Power fills up dreams and throws fuel upon the flames of ambition, calling for yet more power. I am addicted to power, badly... my power is one that goes above and beyond money, but... it really is the same principle. I can understand those who crave money, even the greediest. They are a lot like me: they love power, and want more of it."

"I said you should not blame yourself...!" Katy protested, pushing lightly at his wrist... and grunting as she failed to budge his heavy hand, before smiling up at him softly. "But... yes, I can understand your point, and I think it is a realistic assessment of the underlining mechanism."

Killer frowned a bit at that, looking down at her as one eyebrow arched up and a snort of entertainment escaped from his lips. "Well. I know you are a genius and all, but... it is still weird and surprising to hear you talking like that."

"Yes, it looks absurd coming from... someone like me." Katy replied, and her voice died down on a sad and bitter note which made Killer bite his lower lip as he understood how indelicate he had just been, imagining word by word what she indeed added a moment later: "That's part of the reason why I never managed to put my knowledge to work. I've tried, many times... but could I ever be a teacher, or a researcher...? I don't look the part, and I always got turned down at selections."

Killer nervously bit his lower lip and rubbed a hand into his mane, looking away in the most complete of embarrassment before turning his gaze back to her as he quietly said: "Sorry, I... did not mean to be rude. I have the greatest respect and admiration for your knowledge and your enduring determination to learn and discover. And I did not want to awaken bad memories in you, Katy. I... sadly can imagine what it has to be like for you, and I'm really sorry."

"Again, it is not your fault..." The kitten softly countered, smiling warmly as she slowly caressed his wrist. "You offered to organize a meeting with Vesta! Whoever proposes that clearly does not look down at me just because of my look."

"Vesta won't, either. She recognizes value wherever it is, and she will be delighted to meet you." Killer assured, relieved once more by how mature and wise Katy was: she had taken no offence, and that was a relief.

"You know, I should be able to fix your dress, and your books too." The male said after a moment, looking down at the ruined pages he was holding in his hand. "I mean, I never really tried something like this... but if I can create a place like this with little more than a thought, I should also be able to regenerate lace and books. I hope."

Katy laughed quietly, looking at him with affection and entertainment as she observed: "You don't trust yourself much, do you...?"

Killer nodded a bit, and then tilted his head to the side with a slight smile as he explained: "I just don't want to build up great expectations only to then disappoint." He focused on the book in his hand, and the loose pages slid back in place into the volume, re-knitting themselves while the hard cover creaked back into one piece. "But this time, it seems to be working."

Katy beamed and smiled widely, staring at the heavy book in amazement as he offered it to her, his attention shifting to the bag containing the other volumes: it took but a few moments, and the damage was reversed.

He waited patiently, a smile on his lips and hands resting on his knees as the little girl explored her books, turning the pages in awe of their restored perfection, until she reverently pushed each one down into her bag and bowed forwards quietly, her voice jubilant as she thanked him with sincere, deep gratitude. And he waited patiently as the kitten took the frayed edges of her ripped dress in her hands, fingers rubbing lightly into the beautiful laces as she hesitated for a moment... until she held the ripped ends of the dress out towards him, smiling as she said: "I trust you, Lord Killer... I know you'll treat this dress for what it is: my most precious treasure."

"I will." The huge male reassured, before he leaned down to pick the damaged ends of the fabric between the tip of his fingers, the small girl blushing a bit as she bent her head to the side, out of the way, suddenly aware of how close the massive male was to her, and how his fingers almost bruised her flat chest. She had no fear, but for the first time she was aware of his scent, of his evident virility, of his natural dominance, of his formidable presence and of how handsome he was. Her cheeks burned red, and she blinked a bit, confused by the sudden flood of feelings and sensations raging within her. She couldn't quite read them, but what was clear is that she was glad to have him close, to have him interested... and it was something completely new for her.

Killer carefully pushed the loose ends together, and his fingers glowed faintly for a moment as the loose strands reconnected and tied themselves together, rebuilding the fabric and the lovely drawings and decorations on it, until the dress was completely and perfectly restored.

"Thank you... I... I have no words, really. You... you've done so much for me, how can I even repay you?" Katy whispered, caressing her repaired dress with awe and with evident, deep relief in her expression and in the dreamy tone of her voice.

Killer smiled warmly, offering his huge hand and speaking with a soft, gentle voice: "Just let me escort you home, milady. I'll consider the honor of it as my payment."

Katy snorted a bit, blushing in amusement at his playful offer, but she nonetheless put her tiny hand upon one of his thick fingers, looking up at him with affection and seemingly thinking about something, a strange light dancing in her eyes as she hesitated for a few instants.

He was about to ask her about it when she finally closed her eyes and bowed her head a bit, speaking quietly: "Killer... it is... embarrassing for me to be asking, but... I never had a father. I... never experienced the joys of a dad taking care of me. And while I only look like a little girl... I would love to behave like one, for once. You think you could..." She looked up, her cheeks burning red even as she smiled in a mix of joy and embarrassed fear of a rejection. "... could you carry me on your shoulders, just this once...?"

Killer was taken aback by her request, but closed his eyes and nodded with a big smile, dropping to one knee and offering his arm for her to sit on. "Sure, it's no problem at all."

"Thank you!" Katy exclaimed, rushing over to sit on his massive forearm, blushing a bit at the close contact and squeezing tightly into his hard musculature as he effortlessly lifted her up while slowly standing up in his full, great glory. She looked down in something like awe as her perspective changed entirely, her eyes seeing the world from a whole different height as she carefully moved onto his broad shoulders, her little legs straddling his thick neck as best they could. "Wow... you certainly see the world from high up..."

Killer laughed a bit at that, nodding in amusement, and the small girl's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hot body shifting under her, the massive muscles flexing and bulging with amazing strength even with small movements, his deep voice sending a vibration through his neck and all the way into her ribcage, sending shivers of... fear? No, it wasn't fear. It was awe, probably... down her spine.

It did not take long to cover the short distance left before reaching Katy's house, even if Killer secretly shortened his steps, going slow so that her ride would last a little longer. She was enjoying it far too much not to try and stretch her fun. Her home was a small but nice two-floor building, which had clearly been built for people much smaller than Killer: the top of his mane, he estimated from a distance, would brush the roof, so that walking inside was not going to be an option for him. He was pretty sure the house had been built up after he had created the town, because all other buildings were at least big enough to grant him access. Besides, unlike other houses, the isolated home of the two females was built almost exclusively out of wood, and with a thatch rather than the roofs made of slates that could be seen all around.

Each window was decorated with colorful flowers, however, and the little garden also evidently had been given much attention and much love at first. Now, however, the grass was tall and the plants were in need of care, and Killer guessed that Katy and her mother had had to cut back on garden time to work harder on tailoring. There were also no curtains on the windows, and Killer felt sure that, if they had had the time, the two females would have put a lot of work into completing and decorating their little den.

"The house doesn't look too nice right now, but... we've been hard pressed with sewing and tailoring and everything. We need money to repay several debts, as you saw..." Katy sadly explained, and Killer nodded in acceptation before announcing: "That is not going to be a problem anymore. I'll give your mom the money needed to repay all your debts. So you can have a fresh start." He felt that she was about to say something and he immediately shushed her, smiling and waving a hand dismissively as he remarked with entertainment: "I can create gold out of thin air, remember...? There really, really is nothing to thank me for. It takes no effort or sacrifice out of me."

"I'll just say thank you, then. Especially since it looks like I won't even be able to invite you inside for tea." Katy cheerfully said, before sighing contently as she hugged her bag of books to her chest. "You know, it is the first time in a long while that I can walk home with nothing to fear."

"Well, I promise you that it'll be the norm from now on." Killer promised.

As they came close to the house, Katy leaned forwards over his shoulder and shouted: "Hey mom, I'm home! Come out, there are big, big and great news!"

Killer smiled as the voice of the mother came from inside, full of relief at hearing the cheerfulness in her daughter. It was a young and melodious voice, even if made heavier by a tone of tiredness and bottled-up worries and fears that the huge male did not fail to notice. "Finally, you are home! I was about to come searching for you... Did someone assault you?"

Killer dropped slowly down to one knee again, and he helped Katy slide safely down his back, the little girl rushing towards the door and reassuring: "Yes, Remus ambushed me... but I'm fine, really. I..."

She could not say anything else, because the door was opened wide and her mother rushed out with a big smile and open arms, before going suddenly stiff as she saw the shadow on the path, her head slowly rising so she could look towards Killer's face... and when their eyes met, the huge male shivered in horror and disbelief, while the female's eyes bulged and the color drained from her face, a shriek of rage and terror rushing out of her throat. "You!"

Katy was startled by the shriek, her mouth opening in a gape of shock and confusion as she shook her head and rushed towards her mother, shouting: "Mom, no, it's alright, he is our friend. He kept me safe, he..."

"You stay away from him!" The older feline shouted, hugging her daughter tightly to her chest and then shoving her towards the door, ordering: "Go in your room, and don't move. Go!"

Katy hesitated, looking confused and horrified, by another shouted order from her mother sent her rushing inside, an apologetic and confused look thrown in Killer's direction, which became a wince of horror as her mother howled her full fury against the male: "And you stay away from her! Don't you dare approaching her again!"

Killer closed his eyes and dropped his head down with a sigh of sadness and disgust at himself, because he knew her. He remembered her face well enough. And she had every right to hate his guts and be scared.

She was one of his victims, one of the toys he had cruelly busted during his past rampages in the mortal world, and he remembered her so well, one among so many others, because he had been particularly cruel and vicious with her and with those she loved.

She had also been his first toy in her small town, the inaugural kill to a series of days which had amounted to apocalypse for the city, which he had left as a traumatized, burning wreck filled with corpses and desecrated by ungodly amounts of his seed. It was something he would never forget.

He had just walked into town after completing a mercenary for the government of the place, and he had originally planned to enjoy his stay without excesses... but, as had already happened in other occasions, he had lost control of his lusts.

The cat girl, who had been just as beautiful as a mortal as she was now as Benevolent, had caught his eye while he was drinking whisky inside a bar. She had walked inside with a friend, a boy who was very clearly interested in her and that was trying his hardest to win her affections. She was flirtatious, well aware of her effect on her companion and all too glad to play along with him... but all had changed when she had spotted the massive liger at the bench. Killer's presence had rapidly become the center of her attentions, her gaze searching him again and again, with growing frustration of her friend and suitor.

After trading a few looks, she had winked and tilted her head slightly in a discreet, secret invite that Killer hadn't missed. He had walked over to her table, and sat down in front of her, brushing the puny, far smaller and weaker boy out of the way without even giving him the blessing of a glance.

The boy had been either courageous or insane, because he did not abandon the table, instead doing his very best to try and include himself into the discussion that had become a two-way between Killer and the girl. No one really listened to what he had to say, yet he did his best to add in his comments every now and then, pathetically refusing to accept the truth of how he had completely fallen out of his beloved's attentions. Killer was entertained by his powerless presence, and so let him stay... and the boy refused to leave, even when all color drained from his face as Killer and the girl kissed across the table and the huge male's hand shamelessly ventured under her shirt to roughly squeeze and roll one plump breast.

She wasn't the buxom type, but what she lacked in curves was compensated brilliantly by how toned and fit she was: the young female was a gymnast back then, so her body was lithe, deliciously firm and sculpted... and Killer could still remember how he had looked forwards with hunger to her exceptional tightness and flexibility.

The boy was unable to leave, glued to the dreadful spectacle of his greatly desired girl being stolen away from him: he followed them out in a dark alley a few steps away from the bar, a pungent place which lead to a stinking public toilet. Killer had revealed his gigantic black shaft, and the girl's first reaction was one of awe and desire, the small female doing her best to suck him off even through his girth was hard for her to negotiate... she had only started to experience real fear when Killer, still steel hard after blowing a load which had filled a flush toilet to overflow after having drenched her, had refused to stop thrusting when she had begged him to. She shrieked, she cried, she fought as hard as she could, but there was nothing she could do, and the boy who loved her could only stare from the corner, awestruck and paralyzed by fear and horror.

Killer had greedily thrust down to the hilt inside a body that clearly couldn't take such a massive penetration, and he had only laughed as her shrieks first grew louder, then died away as warm blood streaked down his immense shaft and dripped from his huge balls. He fucked her viciously, savagely, snarling like an animal as the boy watched on in confusion, in terror, in awe, his muzzle dripping with tears but never once trying to confront the gigantic male liger.

By the time Killer reached climax again, little was left of the unfortunate girl: gore and pieces of her body were messily abandoned inside a toilet stall which reeked of sweat, of blood, of female juices and of masculine, virile power. Blood caked the tiles of the floor and it painted red the wooden confines of the stall, but moments later Killer added to that infernal sight by cruelly desecrating the little that remained of her, pumping out his immense load all over the gore, washing it down into the squat toilet, covering it with a thick layer of semen, splattering the stall's walls hard enough to almost crack them as he flooded the constrained space with his cum, before he directed some massive, heavy blast directly against the speechless, terrified boy, drenching him and marking the entire toilet space with his virile load.

Before leaving, he had humiliated the poor remains again, by taking a piss over the sea of cum and gore.

Inspired by truly dark and cruel desires, he had not walked far away. He wanted to stick around to see what would happen when that inferno was discovered, and so he spent the rest of the night relatively quietly, reaping "just" two more lives, when he broke into the apartment of a young couple in the building facing the toilet, forcing wife and husband to worship him, to lick his feet clean, to serve him like slaves as he took over their beds... until he had fucked the woman into a bloody wreck and then literally broken the male in half, ripping his spine off with the same ease of tearing up a blade of grass.

The following day, the police had arrived to the public toilet, and Killer spied their moves from the window of the apartment, leisurely stroking his immense, bloodstained cock and grinning as he saw several officers vomiting in horror, while all of them wondered at the obscene, ungodly amount of semen drenching every corner of the toilet.

He had laughed cruelly when the boy had been dragged out, the young male still wide-eyed and clearly in a state of complete shellshock, trembling so hard that it could be seen easily from all the way up at the window. And then, the moment he had waited for had arrived: a police car stopped at the end of the alley, and the girl's mom and dad descended from it, their faces already masks of horror and disbelief, that only got paler and even more tortured as several police officers attempted to convince them that they really did not want to see what was left of their little girl.

Mercilessly, Killer had taken that as the signal for his return on the scene, making his way back down in the alley, his muscular body mostly stained crimson with blood, bits of gore trapped in his mane and in his fur, his immense black cock semi-hard and coated with blood and pulped remains. The police officers guarding the entrance to the alley stared in shock as he came out of the nearby building, naked and glorious, terrible and fearsome, like a demon coming directly from hell. He had stomped on the bonnet of the police car, crushing the engine as flat as a pancake as the body of the vehicle flew up into the air, attempting to flip over. Before it could, however, Killer seized into it and effortlessly swung the whole car to the side, slapping the two officers into the corner of the building and crushing them like bugs as the car shattered into halves.

He had walked on top of the wreckage, the metal groaning and bending like cheap tin under his feet, and he had found a terrified policewoman standing in the middle of the alley, shell shocked and clutching her shotgun to her chest.

She had shrieked for him to freeze, but Killer had only grinned wider, so she had fired once, twice, thrice against him, terror taking over as the large pellets bounced off his thick musculature, looking like little balls of paper and saliva fired against a train at full speed.

Killer had seized the shotgun, easily pulling it out of her trembling hands, and he had bent it and then torn it entirely in half, tossing the pieces aside with a snort of contempt, before he picked up the small female, seizing her by the skull and hefting her clear off the ground.

A male officer who had been assisting the terrified, frozen boy shot up to his feet and drew his handgun, blasting round after round after round against Killer, but the liger was built like a tank and completely invulnerable to bullets that small. When the handgun clicked dry, the officer looked up with a whine and pissed himself in terror, knowing that his time was up: Killer kicked him with what was almost distaste, breaking most of his bones and sending his destroyed body crashing into the brick wall at the far end of the alley, hard enough that the corpse tore through it.

The insane boy, trembling violently, had stared at Killer with fear but also with an expression that looked kind of like hope: hope for a death that would free him from the torture of re-living again and again the horrors he had experienced. But Killer had only laughed of his misery and shoved him back inside the toilet, drinking of his desperate shrieks.

There were a further two police officers inside, but they had already thrown their useless pistols on the floor and had their hands raised, while father and mother of the victim were lost in a dark abyss, both on their knees in front of the ungodly lake of sperm, blood and piss that contained the little remains of their daughter.

Killer had walked up behind them, casting both in the shadow of his enormous balls and immense cock, and he had slowly, majestically, deliberately pissed again into the mess, loving their inarticulate yells of despair and outrage as their minds were slapped so hard that it was almost possible to literally hear them cracking.

The mother, as Killer had imagined, was still young, shapely, delicious, and so she made for a great toy: he had raped her just as savagely as he had the daughter, tearing her apart and letting the pieces fall in the same pit. Then he had raped the policewoman... and only then he had crushed the life out of the father and of the other two officers, trampling them slowly, methodically, squishing them like bugs.

Once more, he had left the boy alive. Completely insane, tormented by images of that hell, he had the worst fate of all.

It was a memory that often came back to haunt his dreams... it was at once a torturing nightmare and, for a part of him, still a delicious memory.

He couldn't blame her for being terrified and for howling against him. Hell, it was the minimum. And, unfortunately for her, also about the most she could hope to do against him anyway.

She looked virtually the same as she had on that day, her body still toned, young, fresh. She had no angel wings, but on a normal day she would have inspired serenity and humility. Now, however, her face was a mask of hate and terror as she picked up the largest stone she could reach on the path and threw it against him. "Go away, don't make another step forwards! Don't you dare touching her!"

The rock bounced pathetically off his massive chest, and Killer paid absolutely no attention to it, instead dropping down on his knees and bowing his head deeply.

"Sylvia..." Killer whispered, and the female feline recoiled, eyes opening wide and mouth gaping for an instant before she snarled: "Oh, so you even remember my name...? Am I supposed to be honored...?"

"Your face has come back to me many times, in my nightmares. I've relived that day many times... too many nights have been filled with the nightmare and with the regret for me to ever forget your name..." Killer quietly whispered, trembling as he fought back against the urge of vomiting, disgusted by the thought of what he had done, as his eyes burned and stung, tears swelling up inside. "I did not think I'd ever get the chance to beg your pardon... and even though I know there can be no pardon... I still want to say sorry."

The woman's lip twitched, flashes of rage glowing in her eyes even as tears rolled down her cheeks, and she exploded in a howl of pure hate, throwing insults and curses against him, shouting threats and demanding him to go away and never return. "You will not ruin Katy's life! I will not let you ruin my life again!"

"I promise I won't. I have no intention to." Killer quietly replied, even though he knew that no reassurance from him would ever be enough. "I want to make up for the past. I want to make your lives better."

"Then go away! Go away and never return! Go away and die!" Sylvia howled, her eyes bulging and burning with fury as she slowly and carefully stepped backwards towards the door of her house.

"Please, I... I know that nothing I could ever say could ever make a difference, but I'm truly sorry. Let me at least give you the money to pay off your debts and have a fresh start." Killer said, standing slowly up and moving a few steps closer, offering her a large bag of gold coins, only for her to pull her hands back in disgust, snarling: "I don't want anything that has been in your hands or is related to you in any way! Keep your dirty money, choke on it for all I care!"

The bag fell to the ground, and she kicked it as hard as she could, sending it flying against him, coins scattering in every direction and bouncing uselessly against his massive form as he held up his arms, trying to look reassuring as he moved another step forwards, praying: "Please, Sylvia... I understand your rage, but I really want to help you out. Give me a chance, it's all I ask."

The female feline leaned inside the house and grabbed a large pan, swinging it out like a sledgehammer and hitting Killer's arm with all her strength, screaming against him. The impact didn't even get Killer's attention, the pan crumpling on itself like it was made of paper and flying off the handle, which recoiled out of Sylvia's grip as she let out a hiss of pain.

Killer stopped on the spot, looking down at her with sadness as she dropped the wooden handle and kissed her sore fingers before hugging her hand against her chest, sobbing in despair as she whined: "Why is nowhere safe from you...? Why must you always get your way...?"

"Believe me, this is not at all what I wish. And if I could change the past, I would have done so already." The huge male softly replied, shaking his head slowly and again dropping down to his knees, trying to reassure her, making himself as friendly and not menacing as possible. "I can only affect the present, however."

"You don't enchant me, monster." The female hissed, glaring at him as she massaged her wrist. "People do not change. Not from monster to angel."

"You are right, Sylvia... I will never be an angel. But I've changed enough to seek the right, this I can promise. And I've changed enough to respect you, and care about you." Killer gently countered, giving her a little, hesitant smile, trying to get her to calm down at least a little bit.

Sylvia looked at him silently for a moment, but her lips still twitched, revealing her sharp teeth as tears continued to streak down her cheeks. "I will not allow you to touch Katy. She is pure. She is innocent. And you won't ruin her life like you ruined mine."

"I would never dare." Killer firmly replied, before swallowing a bit as he looked at her thoughtfully, dying to ask her a question but at the same time not daring to. Finally, when Sylvia curled up on herself and her sobs died down, her breath normalizing somewhat, he quietly enquired: "You... you weren't pregnant that day... were you... did it happen in Heaven...?" He felt he had to ask, but there was a growing awareness in him. He struggled to imagine that a rape could have happened in Heaven, even with the corruption that had seeped into it during Typhon's reign. Besides, Katy had talked about Sylvia having refused to be purified from her unwanted pregnancy when her soul had entered Paradise...

"You would have liked it even more if I had been, huh...?" The female bitterly asked, spitting at his feet even as a violent shiver of repulsion and horror rattled her at the mere thought of the destruction she had experienced, and of the even worse rapes she knew he had committed. Killer recoiled at her words, but they were horribly true, and there was nothing he could say in his defence. He bowed his head in silent admission of his sins, before closing his eyes as the female muttered: "Yes, you asshole... Katy is the result of all the seed you pumped into me. It clung to me even after death. It clung to my very soul. I carried it into Heaven... and here I was given a choice. Have it removed, have it cleansed out of me... or allow the pregnancy to develop." She paused, making a grimace before looking up the stairs, where she could see the closed door leading to her daughter's room. "I was tempted. I was so tempted. After what you did to me, I felt so damn dirty that I wished I could tear my own skin off. And I wanted every bit of you gone, removed. But... it meant destroying another life, a life that was rapidly growing within me. And I couldn't. I just couldn't stand the thought." She paused, and a smile was able to conquer her features as she thought of Katy. "It was the right choice. Katy is a true angel. A cruel joke of fate has kept her small and child-like, but... that makes her even more special. There's innocence in her. There's affection in her for everyone, and a never ending wish to understand and help the world and the people around her. And I will not allow you to corrupt her. You will not touch her."

"I was touched by her light and blessed by her kindness. She had a gentle word for me when no one else had it, and today I saw how wise and gentle she is." Killer softly said, smiling at the thought of how she had behaved, with dignity and mercy, even while she was being assaulted by the usurer. "She truly is special."

The door on top of the stairs slowly swung open, and Katy appeared on the threshold, her eyes glinting with the tears that had swollen up in them as she looked down at them both, swallowing a bit.

"Don't worry, Katy, I won't let him hurt you in any way!" Sylvia firmly announced, pushing back up to her feet and standing with firm courage in front of the far larger and immensely stronger male.

But Katy shook her head from side to side, her voice broken and her tone made higher by the tears and by the rough breathing as she exclaimed: "Mom... please, mom... he... has been good to me. He protected me. I... I think you should give him a chance."

Sylvia recoiled at that suggestion, her eye twitching as she missed a breath before clenching her hands into fists as she shouted: "Don't let him fool you, Katy... there is terrible darkness within him! What he did to me... it..."

"It was horrible, but... please, I know I'm asking you a lot, but... he is my daddy. Please. Let's try and... let him into our life. I've wondered about my dad for all my life..." The little girl prayed, pushing her palms together and looking at her mother pleadingly.

"No, Katy, no... I'm not ready for it... I'm... it is way too dangerous. He'll betray your trust, like he betrayed mine. Go back inside your room!" Sylvia commanded, her expression becoming harder and her voice rising louder as Katy showed hesitation, until the mother stomped her foot and roared: "In your room, I said!"

Katy, being the obedient girl she was, reluctantly retreated, pulling the door closed and closing her eyes dejectedly, looking sad and uncertain about what she could and should be doing and saying to change the inertia of that meeting.

"You will not steal her away from me." Sylvia venomously remarked, glaring at Killer with pure fury, but the huge male liger calmly assured: "I would never separate you two. Besides, if Katy is who she is, a lot of the merit is yours. I owe you a lot of gratitude for that."

The female blinked in surprise and confusion at his soft, sincere tone, rubbing at her arm slowly and shifting a bit on the spot as she studied him nervously, unsure of what she should expect, confused by a humble and kind side of him that she had never had the chance to discover before. She was full of fury, but even more so she was terrified at the idea of him walking forwards and taking her and her daughter: she was not stupid, and she knew that fairy tales were not true. Despite all her courage and determination, despite her wish to keep her daughter safe from any and every danger, there was nothing she could ever hope to do to stop him if he decided to have his way with them. There was no way to fight him back, no way to stop him, no way to hide from him. No place was safe, and certainly not her little house, that the huge male could have toppled with a snort of steam from his nostrils. It was horribly unfair and disturbing, it caused tears to cascade down her cheeks and it made her spine quiver like jelly, but it was the truth: in any moment he could decide to reap her and Katy's lives, and there was nothing that she could do about it. It was even worse than when they are first met: back then he had been an unstoppable juggernaut among mortals, but now he was a titan among gods.

"Is... is this a cruel game of yours...? Are you giving us hope just to make it hurt all the more...?" Sylvia desperately asked, swallowing and looking at him with terror in her eyes, arms crossed over her chest as she retreated inside the house.

"No, Sylvia... I mean it. I'm sorry. And I want to make up for my sins." Killer quietly but firmly replied, before he sighed sadly, shaking his head slowly. He had to accept the truth that she could not possibly forget the horrors of the past, nor could he ask her to look past them and see a different Killer. She'd need time for that... assuming it could happen at all. "Look, I... I brought enough pain and chaos for today. I... will leave you two alone for now. You'll have much to talk about. Just... please... let me arrange a meeting for Katy with Vesta, okay? I promised it to her, and it'll be good for her. She has so much talent and knowledge, and it is time for her to put it to good use."

"A... a meeting with Vesta...?" Sylvia asked, looking confused and amazed. Her eyes sparkled with a flash of happiness, a glow of bliss of a mother that contemplates the idea of making her daughter's dream a reality.

"It is her dream, Sylvia." The huge male gently remarked, and the woman swallowed and hesitatingly nodded, mumbling: "Well... okay. But I want Vesta to come here, if you really can ask that of her. I want to be sure that Katy will stay with her, not with you. I want to be sure that she's safe with the Champion of Heaven."

Killer winced a bit at the thought of how Vesta might come look to Sylvia's eyes now that she had black wings, a collar filled with his energies and tattoos all over her body proclaiming her love and servitude for him. Sylvia probably imagined a Queen of Seraphims that had never really existed, considering Vesta's peculiar nature, and certainly one very different from the current incarnation. He tried to put up a reassuring face and nod his agreement, but his hesitation had been a bit too long and a bit too evident, so that Sylvia gazed up at him in shock and exclaimed: "You corrupted her too...?"

"N-no...?" Killer dumbly stammered, but the woman only glared at him furiously, until he whispered embarrassedly: "Maybe... maybe a tiny little bit."

"Oh, for Elelyon's sake...! Why does God allow you to exist...?" The woman cursed under her breath and turned her back on him, flailing her arms and looking around the kitchen, searching for a magical weapon able to kill him even though she knew all too well that there wasn't anything like that. Sylvia sighed, and finally muttered: "Fine.... It is Katy's dream, and I want it to become true. But Vesta must come here personally. Alone. I'd beg you not to show up, but... I know you still will. If you do, you'll better stay at a safe distance. A distance big enough so that I won't see you."

"Deal." Killer immediately said, accepting her terms. He did not want things to get any uglier than they already were. As for Vesta's look, maybe I can... arrange something with her.

"Now go away. Go away, you've caused more than enough pain already." Sylvia rudely ordered, and again Killer accepted without protesting, slowly standing up and preparing to leave, saying a soft goodbye that received as only answer the loud slam of the wooden door closing.

"Well, it could have been worse..." The huge male muttered under his breath, closing his eyes with a sigh as he walked across the garden and away from the house, knowing that Sylvia was surveying his every move.

Katy was his daughter. The thought hit him with full force, making him smile and, at the same time, making the pain even more searing, and the regret and sorrow even more incandescent.

He turned the first corner with a last sneaked gaze towards the little wooden house... and he leaned his back against the solid wall, counting to three hundred while hopping impatiently on the spot. He couldn't just walk away like that, without a proper salute to Katy. He wanted to tell her a few nice words at least, reassure her, and apologize to her as well, for what he had done and for what he hadn't. He had been completely absent from her life, and that alone was a crime, just another one in the pile.

He added another sixty seconds of waiting time for good measure, and finally peeked past the corner, sneaking quickly and silently past and then following the margin of town before turning to enter Katy's garden from the side rather than from the front. For what he could see, Sylvia wasn't looking out of the windows, so he rushed through the garden, moving as silently as he could.

Being silent, though, wasn't the issue: that he could do easily. But with his enormous size, there was nothing that could hide him from sight as he reached the wall of the house. The windows of the first floor were level with his knees, more or less, and he had to bend forwards to carefully tap a claw against the glass of the window of the second floor.

Katy was anxiously waiting for that sound, and she threw open the window immediately, smiling radiantly even though tears rolled down her cheeks, the little girl biting her lower lip to restrain a sob of mixed fear, happiness and horror as Killer squatted slightly, carefully grasping the edge of the roof as he brought his face level with her little window.

"Daddy..." She whispered, trembling a bit before repeating, with a firmer voice: "Daddy. I finally have you with me..."

Killer smiled at her with affection, and quietly reached into the window to stroke her cheek, nodding reassuringly. "I'm here, and I will always be here for you from now on. I will do all I can to make your lives better... And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did, and for not being there when you needed me, in all these years..." He let his voice die down, smiling softly as the little girl tilted her head to the side, resting it against his strong hand, hugging his wrist with her arms as her lips crested in a trembling smile. "I'm sorry for how... how things went today, too. Had I imagined, I... I... well, I don't know. There's nothing really that could have made it easier and less traumatic, but I would have at least tried something more... gradual."

"Daddy... I need you. I don't think gradual would have been better at all. When you protected me out there... when you carried me on your shoulders... you made me happy, you made me feel protected and loved. And... knowing that I can count on you... knowing that I can feel all those emotions again, is... it is fantastic. It changes my life. For the better." Katy said, her voice a bit broken but her tone sincere and full of determination as she squeezed lovingly into his wrist, grinding her cheek slowly against his hand. "Having you with us is the only thing that matters... and... and... I think mom will be able to see it, one day."

Killer looked down with a sigh at that comment, making a grimace as he quietly commented: "It'll be extremely hard for her to accept, Katy... and she has every reason to hate my guts. The way I treated her, her whole family in fact... was monstrous to sickening levels." He paused, then looked up into Katy's eyes and prayed: "Stay close to your mother, Katy. Support her with your love, because she will need it. And... you cannot judge me without knowing what she knows." He paused, looking pained as he considered the options and the sheer monstrosity of the story that she ignored. It was a terrible thought, having to let her know... but at the same time, he knew that it was absolutely indispensable that she knew. She had to make her choices knowing the facts in full... and much as she looked like a sweet baby girl, she had the maturity and wisdom to listen to the story in full.

"Daddy... I can imagine. I've read about your past, and..."

"Heading it told by your own mother will give you a whole new perspective, I fear." Killer interrupted, looking up into her eyes, giving her a sad and apologetic smile. "Besides it... it really is an ugly story."

"But I saw who you are today, dad." Katy remarked, trying to reassure him. "I saw how you treated me when you had no idea I was your daughter. I see you now. I saw you deal with the usurer. I know the kind of person you now are, and I will always look at the current you, not at the past."

Killer smiled softly at this, but after a moment shook his head slowly and sadly, countering her with a voice full of affection: "Don't make promises you might not be able to keep, my dear little angel... Discover what it was like, first. If mom does not want to tell you the story... I... well; eventually I will have to do it myself. It horrifies me, but... not telling you feels like trickery. And one day, anyway, your curiosity would rightly emerge."

"It... it'll take some... adjusting." Katy admitted, but she smiled warmly at him and reached forwards to boop his nose, a soft light in her eyes as she wiped the tears off her cheeks. "But I look at you now, and see my daddy. One that I don't want gone. I will continue to want you in my life, of that I'm sure."

"Whatever decision you will make, Katy, I will not abandon you again. From a distance from your eyes, if I'll have to, or from your very side, if you'll allow me; I will take care of you and protect you. Always." Killer promised, gently stroking her cheek before delicately combing her hair, smiling warmly.

"That is what I hoped to hear from you..." The little girl replied, whispering and beaming as relief washed over her, and the tears receded, her cheeks still burning red and her eyes still sparkling but her breath calming and her hands holding firmly on to his wrist, not wanting to let him go.

They stood there in soft, sweet silence, the huge male leaning his chin on his arm and content just with looking at the little girl, feeling proud of being her father, admiring her beautiful features and amazed by her quiet, mature and caring nature. She was a true jewel, and it was a pleasure to just be in her company, even without trading a word, their hands doing the talking as they stroked each other's cheek, almost with embarrassment, but with true affection.

Killer couldn't really tell how long it lasted, but he cherished every second, until the moment came for him to reluctantly pull back, smiling at her warmly and saying: "I think I'll better go for now, Katy. I'd stay, but... mommy is... well. She is making her opposition very clear right now." He frowned and looked down between his legs, sighing at the sight of Sylvia leaning out of one of the windows at ground floor, brandishing a large kitchen knife that she stabbed viciously into his leg and, in particular, into the massive bulge that his flaccid cock made down one leg of his jeans. "I could ignore her, but... that wouldn't be helpful. And it would be kind of rude." The huge male added, shaking his head slowly as the knife's blade bent like cheap tin, losing its shape as it impacted uselessly into his godlike member, until it simply broke in half as Sylvia howled in fear and rammed the weapon into his leg, the hard musculature as impenetrable as a heavy tank. Several more knives laid in pieces and fragments in the grass outside the window already, and Sylvia was sobbing in despair and powerless rage. He didn't want to make it any worse.

He dug in his pocket and pulled out all the gold coins he had, putting them down on the windowsill and recommending: "Do accept these. Mommy won't, but you still have debts, and I want those gone. Pay them all off, and forget about the sadness they have caused. There is... more money in the garden." He coughed in embarrassment at the thought of how they had been scattered around by Sylvia's rage, and he held up one hand, sighing as all the coins floated up into the air and rushed into his grip. "Take them all."

"Thank you, dad..." Katy quietly said, before leaning forwards to kiss his muzzle, making him blink in surprise and, after a moment, bliss at being accepted, at being loved, at the thought of having finally improved things for her.

When she slowly pulled back, smiling, he leaned forwards and delicately kissing her forehead. "No, thank you, Katy, for opening your heart and giving me a chance." He smiled and nodded, promising: "I won't disappoint you."

"I know you won't." The little girl confidently replied, and then she nodded with a big smile as he reminded: "I'll be back soon with Vesta."

He finally walked away from the house, walking slowly backwards for the first few meters, smiling as Katy cheerfully waved her hand at him... and then trying a shy, hesitant wave towards Sylvia, only for her to give him the finger with a snarl, her hands reaching up to grab the blinds and slam them shut.

He sighed and turned around, walking up the alley and past the corner, until the house went out of sight. A tear rolled down his cheek... but his lips crested in a small smile inspired by hope.