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_Super-long chapter, with lots of fighting, new characters, and some more clarity about the history of Heaven and Hell. Enjoy the read, and don't forget to leave comments: they are fuel for a writer. _

The Black Gates have never been violated. Hell's defences have resisted the rage of God and repealed the siege of the armies of Heaven. But now a new master and personification of War is marching towards the gates, determined to smash them open.

Chapter 75 - The Gates of Hell

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Killer hissed between gritted fangs as the pain exploded once more into his chest, his ribs creaking as if his soul was physically pushing against them to escape out of his body. His lungs were squeezed dry, all air forced out of his jaws as he gasped once, every muscle in his body flexing to resist that assault. Countless damned souls swarmed all over him, their howls filling his ears as they shot through him, making him grunt in pain each time, his massive fist passing uselessly through them when he attempted to drive them back. Their long, skeletal hands, with elongated fingers bent into vicious, sharp hooks, slashed against him with angry, hopeless fury as the cursed souls unleashed all their rage and despair against him. They couldn't really damage his solid body, but their ethereal fingers easily passed through his flesh and painfully gripped into his very soul, inflicting him terrible pain as they attempted to drag him under.

He looked down at the greenish, transparent ghosts in the water, making a grimace of horror at their shapeless, ruined form. They didn't have bodies anymore, and they all looked truly like ancient, worn-out pieces of cloth upon which un-detailed, approximate features glowed with fury, looking like grotesque masks that had little to share with the look they had had in life. They were features warped by millennia of agony and ruined by the sad, angry awareness that there was no salvation for them, and no escape from the hellish river. Every last vestige of rational thought had long since been disintegrated by the pain and the fear, and now they were living rage, seeking nothing but destruction, of others and of their own selves, to escape from the nightmare and to punish everyone who did not yet share their sad fate.

The huge male walked forwards into the river until his feet lost contact with the muddy bed, and he slipped into deep water, gritting his fangs as he did his best to stay afloat even as countless howling souls clawed into his legs and pulled downwards with savage force. Water entered his mouth and he immediately spit it out with a grimace of sickness and distaste, shutting his eyes tightly as he tasted nothing but death, rotting and waste, as millions of tiny maggots infested every last drop of the rancid liquid of the Styx.

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, after all..." Killer bitterly grumbled, beginning to swim towards the other side of the river and repressing a whine of horror at the fact that he literally couldn't make out where the river bank was, such was the distance. The Styx was immense, and he had read of it in the books, but only now he began to realize the sheer vastness of the challenge ahead of him.

Killer cursed under his breath, then hissed as a new and different twinge shot through one of his legs, his gaze darting downwards immediately to seek the surge and a growl escaping his throat as he saw a cloud of his blood expanding in the water around him while several long gashes became visible in his thigh, glowing a sinister crimson as countless hands continued to sadistically claw at the very same area, digging trenches in his flesh. "So, after so many tries, you DO hurt the physical body as well... wonderful." Killer muttered, attempting to swim faster but closing his eyes with a snarl of frustration at how slow and tiresome every meter was as thousands and thousands of souls clawed into him and attempted to drag him down and backwards.

"We wish you good luck, stranger! May you succeed and bring us all the freedom we crave!" One of the lost souls shouted from the river bank he had just left, and after a brief silence it added: "But you are completely insane! What you are doing is crazy!"

"Yeah, I knew that. But thanks for pointing it out." Killer muttered, making a grimace but continuing to swim onwards. Even as his mind became numb and slow because of the agony, he was assaulted by the memories of what he had studied about the ancient siege of the Black Gates. Vesta had told him about the years of preparations that had been necessary to organize a crossing of the Styx, and how even with God's help the river had claimed the lives of thousands of angels when enormous waves of angry souls had washed away most of the bridges and the boats that had been put together with a combination of hard work and magic. It had been a nightmare, but in the end the army of Heaven had been able to cross and move on towards the walls of Hell. The Styx, however, had continued to claim lives and stores, always fighting back against every attempt to cross it. Charon and his ship had wrought havoc among the boats of Heaven from the first day of the siege to the very last, sinking many and demolishing some of the bridges. Vesta and Gabriel had fought long and hard to drive him back on the day of Heaven's retreat from the Black Gates: the ferryman had launched his ship between the far smaller and weaker boats loaded with exhausted and terrified angels and had rammed, bombarded and set on fire as many as he could before retreating.

Now Killer could see their sad wrecks and relics left over by the battles he had studied. The bow of one broken ship still pushed out of the water, tilted on one side and overgrown with dark and poisonous musk and ivy. The rotten but still solid frames of another hull were clearly visible through the greenish water and the transparent souls crowding it. And as he moved further onwards he met some of the immense pillars of crystal that had supported one of the many bridges built by Heaven's mages and engineers. Their sheer size was a testament to the effort that building the bridges had requested, but moreover they were witnesses of the Styx's fearsome, angry force: all of the pillars were bent in the direction of the violent current and cracks ran from top to bottom as the river continued to slowly but inexorably consume them away to nothing.

"You could still serve a purpose, couldn't you...?" Killer wondered, swimming towards the nearest of the pillars and then stretching up one arm, flexing with a snarl and ignoring the pain as he sent one thick tentacle stretching out of his wrist and whip-lashing across the air to wrap several times around the column, before pulling him out of the water and up on top of the structure.

Killer went down to one knee and pulled a breath, closing his eyes for an instant as he finally managed to put some air into his lungs, his back arching as he flexed and cracked his neck, trying to regain control of his body as the pain subsided somewhat and the wounds rapidly healed. Being a god he did not really need to breathe to stay alive, but he continued to hate being in apnea for long periods of time: he had just never really adapted to the feeling.

The angry souls in the river howled in confusion and anger at his sudden disappearance, and enormous waves of tortured spirits moved up and down the river, seeking him, until someone spotted his new position and launched a shriek of pure fury. Immediately, hordes of souls rushed against the damaged pillar, hammering it from all sides and causing the cracks to spread larger as sizeable chunks of crystal fell down into the water. The liger grunted and steadied himself as the pillar rattled violently under his soles, and he immediately sent two more tentacles shooting through the air towards the next pillar in line, several hundred feet away, leaping off the column just as it crumbled, overwhelmed by a massive wave of souls.

The souls angrily followed him right away, a huge wave swelling up from below and trying to snatch his legs before smashing into the pillar before he could even reach it, a snarl escaping his gritted fangs as the large column exploded into a hailstorm of fragments that bounced off his muscular front while his tentacles, suddenly with nothing to wrap around, lengthened even further and snatched another pillar, a few hundred feet ahead and to the left.

He pushed both feet out as he approached the edge of the pillar, but before he could touch down on it he heard the distant thunder of a cannon firing and he turned to the side just in time to see a large cannonball of dark energy whizzing towards him. Immediately he used his tentacles to rise higher into the air, letting the ball shot beneath him... but as it passed, it exploded and disintegrated the body of two of the tentacles, causing him to nearly fall back down into the water as a grunt of pain escaped his lips.

Another cannonball smashed into the pillar and disintegrated it in a massive explosion of black fire that sent Killer crashing backwards into the river, before an even louder blast seemed to rip the air apart and a ferocious hailstorm of black shrapnel hammered the water all around Killer, hitting him several times and making him hiss in agony as each small pellet exploded, spreading corruption into the wounds.

The god snarled and pushed out of the water again even as myriads of souls swarmed all over his form, his tentacles stretching down until they found the seabed and then hefting him high over the surface of the river, allowing him to face the Infector, the feared vessel that Charon commanded.

Far from being a small and simple boat, the Infector was actually a galleass, a long ship topped by three tall masts strung with large blood-red sails and propelled by a multitude of oars sticking out of each vast flank, in three rows arranged one on top of the other. The bow of the surprisingly fast ship cut the waves of souls like a gigantic knife, pushing the suffering creatures aside with a long, cruel rostrum ending in a metallic, roaring dragon head that jutted with deadly hooked horns. A tall, armored forecastle dominated the front of the ship and several long cannons jutted out from ports in the front and side of the black structure, while two grotesquely enormous carronades, shaped like the open mouths of demonic sharks, were installed on the top. One of them was being reloaded by a group of lost souls bound to the deck by heavy chains that gave them just enough freedom to accomplish their job. The other enormous carronade was being aimed against the liger, and as Killer watched it fired with a roar of thunders and an enormous eruption of brimstone smoke. Hundreds of daggers and small spheres of dark energy rushed against him, but this time he was ready and he drew Wyvern out, slashing it ahead of himself and sending a cutting blast of his own force into the incoming projectiles, scattering them away from him.

The large ship slid over the water almost without sound, its vast sails swollen even though there was no noticeable wind and the oars moving rapidly, in perfect synchrony, propelling the heavy hull over waves that seemed to literally part ahead of the vessel to ensure it could move with amazing speed and smoothness. Lost souls clad in ugly, spiked armor plates crowded the large, flat deck that ran from one end of the ship to the other and several more of the skeletal creatures were nestled high up on the masts, taking aim at Killer with longbows and long, massive rifles and muskets that sent huge clouds of dark smoke slowly billowing in the still air whenever they were fired.

The bullets of dark energy tore through the air with loud hissing sounds, but Killer could see each black sphere spin through the air as if they were moving on slow motion, and he easily slapped them off the air with a dismissive move of his hand, before focusing golden energy in his palm, leaning into the throw and sending it exploding against the ship's forecastle.

The vessel veered to the right with incredible speed, but the blast of energy was faster by far and it aimed straight towards the dangerous carronades as the gun crews struggled to turn the large weapons on their fixed base plates to keep the liger in the crosshair. Before the blast of golden fire could strike, a wave of souls surged upwards from the river, forming a wall of howling ghosts that the projectile smashed into, exploding in a massive blast that sent water and souls crashing down in every direction, but without inflicting any real damage to the Infector.

The large vessel maneuvered to offer its flank to the liger, and dozens of massive cannons were pushed out of the ports and then fired in a colossal broadside, hurling massive solid shots of darkness against the liger while an enormous cloud of dark smoke hid the ship from sight. Killer instinctively moved away from the barrage, pushing his palm out and summoning a wall of his own energy in front of himself, gritting his fangs as the cannonballs rammed into it with tremendous force and exploded in a series of blasts that rammed him backwards and opened cracks in the shield. The angry souls in the waters of the Styx assaulted the tentacles that kept him aloft above the river and he hissed in pain as the thick, solid black flesh and muscle began to be consumed by their ethereal claws, while his soul trembled violently within him, making him grunt in agony as every bone in his body felt like it was trying to explode out through his skin. He flexed and pushed back against the pounding deluge of cannonballs, muscles bulging powerfully as he used his strength to move towards the ship even through the full violence of its broadside, and he grinned as began to absorb the dark energy of the shells, taking all their force within him, devouring it and using it to repair the shield faster than it could be damaged, before he shoved his fist hard forwards and caused the wall of energy to simply explode against the Infector.

Large shards of golden energy, as large as swords, pelted the flank of the vessel with all the violence of meteors, rocking the ship hard smashing large breaches in its thick flank, shattering oars and smashing the heavy barrel of one of the cannons flying into the sky while other blades of solid energy cut the warriors on deck into shreds. The Infector swiftly moved away, riding the waves while another wall of howling souls came up from the Styx to act as a shield against the rest of the projectiles, and Killer angrily lashed his arm downwards, sending a shockwave of tremendous force whipping right into the river, pushing the water away from his bloodied and damaged tentacles, at least for a brief moment. He attempted to turn the Styx's waters into ice, but the freezing mist failed to stop the furious souls and he made a grimace of irritation, only focusing his energies to reinforce his tentacles with a thick layer of segmented plates of dark metal as he moved rapidly towards the black warship, determined to get back on something dry and solid as quickly as possible.

The Infector moved out of the billowing smoke of its own broadside, the sails snapping loudly as an invisible wind swelled them up in exactly the right way, helping the vessel drift sideways as the rowers alternated their movements to turn the ship around on a dime. Killer heard the rhythmic beating of a large drum, although he could not see it behind the phalanx of warriors crowding the upper deck and the billowing smoke. He doubted that destroying it would do anything to diminish the expertise of the rowers, which managed to turn the vessel around in mere moments, putting the other flank of the ship right in his face, allowing the second battery of cannons to unleash another ferocious broadside.

Killer's tentacles hefted him higher up over the deluge of solid shots, several of the large projectiles smashing into his armoured appendages and bouncing violently off before exploding, but before he could get cleanly out of the way, two enormous serpents made of ghastly souls shot out of the Styx and arched up like cobras to claw into him, coiling around his waist and chest and squeezing with crushing force, dragging him back down.

One cannonball smashed into his chest, but Killer only snarled and absorbed the dark energy, snorting steam out of his nostrils as he arched his back and flexed powerfully, muscles bulging with thick veins as he unleashed a wave of raw force that crackled around him like electricity, and allowed him to push even the ethereal souls back. He broke free and immediately swung Wyvern up ahead of himself, using the wide flat of the blade to shield himself as the other cannonballs exploded, the shockwaves smashing into him with terrible force and sending blood and drool flying out of his jaws... before he snarled and swung out his powerful arm, one spiked tentacle emerging from his wrist and whip-lashing with fearsome force upon the forecastle of the Infector, crushing the two carronades before they could open fire again.

The lost souls crewing the two guns were knocked backwards by the force of the impact, two of them falling off the ship and another simply disintegrating as the end of the black-fleshed tentacle rammed down like a titanic hammer, crushing his bones into powder. The other creatures immediately leapt back to their feet and charged forwards with axes and heavy, crude swords to try and chop the tentacle into pieces, but Killer flicked his wrist and the massive appendage lashed out first to one side, then to the other, sweeping the top of the forecastle clean as it smashed the skeletons into nothing but clouds of fine dust.

The Infector was already turning around again, aiming its bow against Killer, and the liger was forced to throw himself to the side to avoid being rammed, his massive tentacle arching up high into the air and then slamming down on the enclosed forecastle, shattering the thick, armoured deck and crumpling it inwards like it was a cheap tin can. Shrieks of agony came from inside as some lost souls were crushed like bugs, and one of the enormous cannons tore through the bulkhead and fell into the river as Killer jerked his arm back and the blades and bone-thorns lining the tentacle sawed the armoured structure in half, tearing it open.

And then, as the massive galleass emerged from the bank of dark fog that her own cannons had created, Killer gritted his fangs in a snarling grin as he spotted Charon himself, standing on the aftcastle, towering over another two carronades, their crews and a line of lost souls armed with oversized, magic-enhanced muskets.

Charon was a giant, easily forty feet tall, and he definitely had nothing to share with the old man depicted by some mortals' stories and lore. The ferryman was actually a colossus of muscle clad in a thick, leathery and impenetrable grey pelt. Much of its muscular, massive torso was covered in coils of thick steel chains that clamped tightly down on the toned muscle, and the shoulders were protected by large pauldrons which also held up a long cloak made of ghastly souls literally sown together to form a transparent cloth made of raw energy. His face was covered by a thick, ugly mask of dark steel that had simple square openings for the eyes and rectangular jaws with square-edged, oversized metallic teeth. The eyes were nothing but brimstone colored pits, making it impossible to read into his mind, and the beast had virtually no recognizable feature due to the mask. What Killer couldn't possibly miss was the eternal fire that burned on top of Charon's head in place of hair: the flames flowed down to the shoulders and past them, down to the middle of his back, and the fire crackled also all along the heavy chains, encasing his torso almost completely. The forearms also burned with eternal, punishing fire that had turned the skin and flesh into a black, rocky material. The hands were enormous, out of proportion even with the massive, elongated and muscular arms, and the fingers were actually segmented, flexible talons that glowed crimson, incandescent with fire.

He had massive hooves in place of feet, and cruel spikes jutted out of the flanks and front of each hoof, making his kicks even more deadly. His shins were protected by segmented, overlapping armor plates that formed a boot, reaching all the way up to the knees. His thick, powerful thighs were wrapped in heavy flaming chains instead, while heavy plates of grey metal, decorated by skulls, protected the hips and the groin, hanging from a thick double-belt of solid steel. The design of the front plate evidenced the fact that Charon was sexless: he had once been a man, but the punishment for his violent sins of lust had included the morphing of his body in a machine of cold, leathery flesh that would never be able to experience sexual appetites or pleasure again. Charon had been a sinner in his life, and his actions were of such gravity that they had earned him the place of ferryman of souls, a position that was dreaded by every creature in the realm of God. His punishment, albeit terrible, had once been meant to be temporary and to end with his admission into Heaven as soon as he had properly atoned for his sins. God had never intended to forsake souls into Hell forever: everyone had a chance, however slim, to make it into Heaven one day. Even Charon.

But instead of accepting the truth of the monstrosity of his actions, Charon had grown bitter, and while he had continued to carry out his job, putting up an appearance of loyalty to god and of remorse for his actions, he had cursed Elelyon each and every day, seeking a way out of his misery.

Naturally, the idea of putting an early end to his suffering and taking his revenge against God had made him an enthusiastic follower of the rebels from the very beginning of the Great Rebellion. Satan and the Princes gave him great power by turning him into a powerful, unstoppable giant and by dressing him up in flaming chains that were armor and weapon at the same time.

Unfortunately for Charon, the chains and the flames were to be a renewal of his punishment and the mark of his forsaking. The chains insured that he would never be able to change his allegiance again, as they turned his body into a puppet in the hands of his dark masters, a slave to Satan's will.

His ship had been turned into a nightmarish instrument of war and destruction tasked with Hell's security, and Charon had fought long and hard to try and bring God down and to defeat the angels of Heaven.

The end of the war, with none of the two sides truly victorious, had left him occupying the worst possible position of all, because the chains ensured that he no longer was owner of his destiny. Before the war, he could have gained freedom just by redeeming himself. After the war, his destiny ended up being entirely up to Satan's decisions, especially since God, although with sadness, had turned his back on him because of his betrayal.

Charon had begged Satan to set him free, to allow him to leave the Stygian swamps forever. Getting out of that nightmarish place was the only thing he craved. He was ready to continue to fight for Satan. He was equally willing to lose the strength he had been given. He was ready to sacrifice everything just to be free.

But the souls still needed to be ferried across the river and no one wanted to go anywhere near that ungrateful task. And Charon had nothing to offer in exchange for his freedom: Satan already owned him and he had no intention of losing such a valuable warrior.

And so the supreme lord of the Underworld had effectively imprisoned Charon for Eternity on the Infector. The chains that had made Charon powerful also imprisoned him into the job that he hated and that he had dreamed to escape. The Styx was Charon's only world. The Infector his only home. He was the king and at the same time the most bitter and helpless prisoner of a narrow and hostile dimension trapped between two hostile supernatural planes.

Killer had read the story of Charon in Vesta's history books and by the end of it, while thinking that his betrayal had more than gained him the punishment, he had felt sadness for his tragedy. After all, Killer was very aware of his own flaws and sins: could he truly blame Charon for his failure in changing himself, when he could barely restrain his own dark urges? Would he have done any better than Charon, in a similar position?

All of the ferryman's bitterness and rage were evident in the ghastly fire in his eyes, and the malignant giant's form literally crackled with dark energy and with the intense want for vengeance and for inflicting his suffering upon others. The entire Stygian swamp resonated with his despairing fury, and reality trembled and distorted ceaselessly around the massive, heavy trident he held in his hands, the weapon blazing with an aura of pitch-black fire and sporting some sort of massive magic gun attached to the central blade. A collection of skulls tied together with a rusty chain hanged from the neck of the trident, and each dead head whimpered and whined weakly as the souls still trapped within mourned their sad fate.

Killer used his tentacle to heft himself towards the damaged forecastle, but before he could set a foot on the wooden deck a wave of souls exploded upwards from the Styx and chopped through the solid appendage like a blade, making him hiss in pain even as his eyes darted towards the stern of the ship to follow Charon's trident as it swung hard and pointed at him.

The wave of souls exploded in front of him and the cold, acid water pelted him worse than shrapnel, tearing deep into his flesh and making him roar in pain as the Styx's magic rent his soul into shreds. The countless souls contained in the freak wave lunged against him and shot through his chest again and again and again and again, a never ending flood of pain and sorrow piercing through his flesh and soul, causing his brain to shut down with agony, his heart missing beats with each impact. His armor was useless against that assault, and he soon felt his blood leaking down his chest and abs, sticking to the inside of the black armor plates as he fell backwards.

The Infector sailed past him, and the large cannons fired into his body, one by one, as soon as they were reloaded and they were in a favorable position. The explosions sent the liger crashing down into the Styx... but he found enough concentration within himself to form a platform of energy just above the cruel waves, landing into this and going into a backflip to land in a crouch, panting hard, his free hand stretched towards the Infector to stop the cannonballs dead in midair, before he shoved them hard backwards with a roar of vengeful fury, grinning as they smashed their way through the thick flank of the vessel and exploded, throwing several of the heavy cannons into the river and sending fragments and slivers of wood and steel pelting the lost souls gathered in phalanx on the weather deck as many of the skeletal creatures attending the artillery pieces were blown into dust and broken into halves when the massive solid shots tore through them.

"No one passes the Styx without my consent, Amon-Ra. You won't either, no matter how much you attempt to resist!" Charon growled, before stabbing his trident again towards the liger, causing a ripple to travel down the length of the river, eliciting a howl from the depths that turned Killer's blood into ice. Souls lunged at the platform of energy under his feet with indescribable, insane ferocity, cracking it and knocking pieces loose, before walls of green water and ghosts rose on all sides and crashed down on him, crushing him hard enough to cause all his ribs to loudly crack. The ferryman seized his polearm in both hands and blasted a shot of solid darkness into the watery prison, catching Killer in the shoulder and sending him crashing into the river with a growl of agony, his arm torn open by the explosion. "Sink to the bottom, and join the other worthless, disgusting ex-mortals!"

Killer shut his eyes with a growl of pain and frustration as he sunk into the complete, greenish darkness of the river, feeling angry ghosts assaulting him from all sides and dragging him downwards. He spun on himself due to their violence and to the explosion, and he lost track of which way he had come from, but then he saw Charon's trident stabbing down through the surface and he felt his energies flowing out of him at an alarming rate, the armor suddenly feeling loose on him as his muscles began to shrink away, and he pulled up his hand right in front of his face, where he could see it. Horribly, he saw his fingers turning scrawny and the skin loose and wrinkled as his body aged at fearsome speed. Immediately he swam towards the surface, kicking uselessly into the tangle of ethereal ghosts, before sending his tentacles shooting towards the sky on either side of the dark mass of the Infector's hull as it sailed above him.

The carronades fired into the thick appendages and pelted them with thousands of burning projectiles of darkness, but the tentacles still crashed down on the deck of the ship from either side, crushing lost souls into powder under their mass and sweeping many others off the deck as they whip-lashed back and forth, slamming skeletal warriors into the bases of the ship's tall masts and cracking bones like twigs.

Killer felt the blades and spears of the other warriors hacking viciously into the tentacles, but he only slashed out even harder with them, and one of the enormous appendages tore through the mizzenmast like it was a toothpick, breaking it in two and pelting the lost souls with a deluge of wooden and metal shrapnel. The top half of the mast slowly tilted to the side, pulling at the ropes that held it connected to the mainmast and to the panoply of sails, and after a moment its weight caused all bonds to snap, sending the heavy pole crashing down onto one of the aftcastle's carronades, turning it into nothing but a piece of crumpled metal.

The liger wrapped the coils of his tentacles around the Infector's hull, squeezing viciously and grinning when the structure began to creak and groan, before he hefted himself out of the water once more. Charon roared and blasted another blade of dark energy into the tangle of tentacles that were crushing the middle of his ship in a steel vice, then turned to the side as Killer pushed out of the Styx and stabbed his trident down against him, the liger swinging Wyvern upwards with all his force and grunting as the two weapons collided with an explosion of crackling energy. Charon recoiled with a grunt of surprise, almost overbalancing with the strength of the blow, but he immediately flicked his wrist to turn the trident sideways so to trap Wyvern's blade between two of the tines, wrestling the large blade out to the side and trying to force it out of the god's hands.

Killer only pushed back with even greater strength, trying to force the trident out of the ferryman's grip instead, and again Charon grunted in surprise at the sheer force of the liger, especially as Killer's body rapidly went back to normal, the wrinkles smoothing out and his muscles filling up to their full, majestic shape. "I see now why they call you the Amon-Ra... you are strong. But this is the Styx, and I'm the only master of the river of souls. And I'll drown you in it!" Charon snarled, his eyes glowing with malevolent force, and Killer saw the very same murderous light shining in the eyes of the lost souls crowding the deck as a large group hurried over to the parapet and fired a barrage of musket fire at him, while others stabbed spears and swung halberds into his tentacles, hacking savagely at the segmented armor plates protecting them. Killer seized the handle of Wyvern with both hands and shoved forwards and downwards with all his terrible strength, causing Charon to stumble as the blade bit through the heavy metal of the trident and caused it to tilt downwards... and as that window of opportunity opened, the liger squeezed one of the triggers hidden in the handle and sent one Azura blade shooting forwards out of her socket and into the ferryman's throat. Charon gargled in surprise and pain, blood spraying out of the wound as the blade pierced right through the neck, sticking out of his back, and a rope of blood and drool came out of his mouth as his eyes widened in shock, before Killer reached forwards to seize Azura's handle and jerk the sword hard out to the side, tearing it free and almost decapitating Charon.

"I've been doing more than enough swimming in awful places today... I'm not in the mood for more." Killer teased, lips curled up in a snarling grin as he slashed Wyvern out and sent the trident wide off the mark. But before he could swing Azura back towards Charon, a barrage of bullets smashed right in his face, making him snarl in pain and in confusion for a brief instant. It was all Charon needed, the giant howling in fury and stomping one giant hoof on the deck as the wound in his neck healed immediately, leaving behind only the faintest of scars. "You'll pay for your arrogance, mortal... demon, angel or god... I do not care. Here I'm the one who makes the rules!" Charon roared, and he stabbed his trident hard into the liger's chest. Killer deflected the blow with Wyvern, but the giant only snarled and leaned down harder with all his body weight, driving one of the tines into the right of the god's chest, blood spraying out as Killer gaped breathlessly and then hissed in pain and rage, forcing Wyvern upwards in what was a sawing motion more than a slash. Metal shrieked loudly and horribly as the blade bit deep into the structure of the trident, and Charon looked down at this in shock before blasting Killer with a prolonged deluge of darkness from the large gun connected to the central prong.

The malicious, toxic energy washed over Killer's wounded chest and burned into his flesh with cruel force, consuming the liger's front and biting down to the bones, but Killer only pushed forwards, moving against the flood and staring at Charon with a snarling grin, growling: "I'm a bigger monster than any you ever saw in your nightmares, ferryman..."

The liger snarled and jerked Wyvern hard upwards, severing the tine that was pierced in his chest and sending the trident tilting skywards, immediately following with a slash of Azura that slammed into the thick pole as Charon swung it in a defensive stance, stumbling backwards with a grunt. Killer drove forwards with Wyvern, but before he could lunge forwards in a decisive assault several of the lost soul warriors ran forwards and stabbed pikes and halberds against him, forcing him back as one of the blades cut into his half-melted, bloody chest, making him roar in pain as the rusty steel pushed deep into the burning flesh, dark energy eagerly invading the wound to burn deeper within him. Killer gritted his fangs and rammed Azura hard down on the warriors, chopping their polearms and cutting into their ancient skulls, the bones crumbling under the impact and a couple of the beasts all but overbalancing over the parapet to fall into the river. Three other lost souls, even without heads, stumbled backwards without falling and then immediately charged forwards again, while other warriors pulled up to form a gunline and disappeared into a cloud of dark smoke as their demonic rifles fired, before Killer flexed with a roar and sent one tentacle sweeping the deck, slamming four skeletons flying into pieces and crushing several more against the mainmast, the enormous appendage then wrapping around the tall pole like a snake and climbing up to the platform from which sharpshooters were picking at his eyes with shot after shot, trying to damage his otherwise tank-like body. The riflemen did not see the tentacle coming, and it coiled with vicious hunger around their scrawny forms, dragging them violently into the mainmast and then squeezing hard enough to crumble them and crack the mast itself, sending its top section tilting and crashing down on the center of the ship.

In the brief respite gained as the lost souls scattered to avoid the falling mast, Killer absorbed the dark energy of the flames still consuming his chest, and he hissed in a mix of pain and sadistic pleasure as he turned his enemy's efforts into new force for himself, his wounds regenerating quickly as he kicked the parapet of the Infector into nothing but fragments of wood and stepped onto the deck.

A phalanx of lost souls immediately charged against him, forming a wall of shields and halberds while other warriors advanced behind it, firing musket balls into his chest and face as the liger advanced, slotting Azura back into Wyvern and then slashing out the massive, heavy blade, cutting through the shields and shattering the skeletons into clouds of dust, their bones flying into the musketeers before the liger dropped his shoulder and charged into them, slashing his arm out and sending them exploding in pieces, flying over the parapet at the other end of the ship to plunge into the river hundreds of feet away.

Three more lost souls frantically attempted to turn a damaged carronade towards him, but Killer glared at them with eyes that burned with power and their bones loudly cracked and then fell away in a puff of dust, the thick metal of the short-barreled cannon crumpling like cheap tin until the dark energy loaded in the barrel exploding in a massive blast that knocked back four more skeletal warriors as they ran up the stairs to the aftcastle to help their master.

"Get the fuck off my ship, worthless scum of the mortal plane!" Charon barked, gritting his metallic teeth in fury as he shoved a hand forwards, his palm burning with black flames... and Killer winced as the thick prong still buried in his chest suddenly shifted and morphed like an alive thing, the black metal growing cruel barbs and thorns, swelling thicker inside the wound and sending a large splatter of blood falling to the floor as Killer grunted and almost missed a step. Immediately he reached up to try and jerk the piece of metal out, but the breath caught in his throat as the piece of steel split into multiple tentacles that tore deeper into him, latching onto a couple of ribs and trying to reach his heart, grinding against the full plate of bone that protected his organs.

Charon exploited the moment and stomped one hoof down on the deck, the whole ship seeming to ripple in agreement with her master before the wooden planks beneath Killer's feet jutted with cruel spikes, trying to impale the liger but missing as the god readily hefted himself higher up using his tentacles. The ferryman angrily blasted a dart of dark energy into the liger's body, but Killer slashed Wyvern through it and broke it down into motes of darkness that the blade eagerly devoured, glowing a threatening crimson while the god threw a sphere of his own force into Charon's face, the explosion blasting the giant off his hooves and sending him crashing down on the main deck. Some of the lost souls chained at the oars glared at their tormentor and several even attempted to stand up from the benches and claw into him while he was in reach, but Charon snarled and his eyes flashed with merciless fury, causing the rebellious souls to howl in torment before their ruined bodies caught fire and were burned down to the ashes, leaving the empty collars and manacles to clang heavily down on the wooden floor. "How dare you, vermin...?" Charon roared, pushing up to his hooves and slamming the butt of the trident's pole into the face of another rower, knocking the skull flying into fragments as his body crackled with dark energy that spread like lightning over all the rowers, making them howl in agony and despair as they were all savagely punished.

Killer used his tentacles, still wrapped around the middle of the vessel, to squeeze harder on its structure until the keel loudly and sinisterly cracked, the hull beginning to collapse inwards as the main deck creaked and suddenly cratered in the middle, before the mainmast simply exploded in a hailstorm of wooden and metallic shrapnel as the powerful appendage clenched down hard on it. Charon looked up with a snarl as Killer descended what was left of the starboard stairs leading up on top of the castle, Wyvern balanced on one shoulder and his other hand slowly tearing the vicious, thorny tentacle beast of living metal out of his bloody chest. "Your fight is against me, ferryman..." Killer coldly reminded, his eyes glowing solid sapphire as he clenched his hand on the metallic parasite, crushing it so hard that the steel melted and fell away in a semi-liquid paste as the liger's palm burned with golden energy hotter than the sun. Lost souls carrying pikes and spears and massive swords rushed up from the stairs in the semi-destroyed forecastle, coming from the bowels of the ship, but Killer only snarled and blasted a shockwave of telekinetic force into them, crushing them to dust and fragments against the solid bulkhead.

Charon did not reply, gritting his steel fangs instead as the chains wrapped around his arms glowed and then writhed, flailing through the air and shooting straight down into the deck, which rippled like water to allow them through... and Killer cursed under his breath, instinctively moving away from the spot just before dozens of chains ending in triangular, hooked daggers shot upwards where he had stood a moment earlier.

The chains followed him, jutting viciously upwards in the wake of each step he took, and dozens more stabbed savagely into the tentacles wrapped around the ship, smashing through armor and maiming the flesh and muscle, grinding them into pieces until they let go of the Infector and retreated into Killer's back, leaving the liger hissing in pain. Still, he leapt over the "trench" that his tentacles had torn into the deck where the Infector was nearly breaking in half and he slashed Wyvern out with all his terrifying strength as a wall of chains shot up in front of him, sending broken metal links and blades flying in every direction as he landed mere steps away from Charon, who snarled in fear more than in threat and sent even more chains sinking into the Infector, so that they multiplied and emerged from every direction, piercing into Killer's legs and into his back. Even so, the liger continued to charge onwards, snapping the chains like they were cheap strings and ignoring his own blood streaking down his legs and arms to seize Wyvern's handle with both hands, driving it out in an uppercut that tore through the thick steel links covering the ferryman's chest and bit deep into the flesh beyond, grinding loudly into the bone and breaking ribs like twigs as the giant tormentor of souls was hefted off his feet and sent crashing backwards into the ruins of the forecastle, splintering the damaged wall and knocking one of the heavy cannons over.

Blood leaked thickly from the horrendous wound and Charon coughed and spat a mix of life fluids and vomit, looking up at the liger with disbelief even as the broken chains around his torso shifted and then connected with the Infector once more, sending a barrage of blades exploding into Killer's way. They could only slow down the liger slightly, the god smashing his way through the chains like he would through a cobweb, but it was enough to allow Charon to push back up to his hooves and kick one of the massive cannons against Killer.

The massive feline grunted as he saw the many tons of dark steel spinning violently towards him but easily slapped them to the side as if shoving away a fly, before ducking under the savage, powerful but predictable fall of Charon's trident. Wyvern swung down violently and the ferryman had barely enough time to partially sidestep, the crimson blade biting into one of his armoured boots and tearing two thick metal plates into pieces before chopping into the shin, the liger's muscles bulging as he pushed and tore the weapon free from the back of the monster's leg.

The heavy hoof remained motionless on the floor as Charon let out a howl of pain and fury, slashing the trident hard downwards and backwards, spinning around to follow the liger even as his massive weapon shattered the already damaged wall of the forecastle. "I won't destroy you, after all... no, Eternity in slavery at the oars, where I can flog you and torture you to my heart's content, is a much better option!" Charon ferociously snarled, driving the trident down against the liger once more, but Killer only gritted his fangs in a snarling grin as he slammed Wyvern down between the prongs, blocking the assault and pushing back against the much larger monster. Charon's metallic fangs leaked with a rope of mixed drool and blood and he snorted steam from the nostril-slits in the steel mask as he shoved down with all his strength, muscles bulging explosively as he stepped forth to ram Killer back into what was left of the bulkhead. The smaller liger resisted, however, his taloned boots tearing trenches in the wood planks and his own biceps bulging powerfully as he shoved back with a grin, forcing the giant to stumble backwards and overbalance. "I'd make this toy boat go a lot faster for sure... but I'm not interested, sorry." Killer gamely countered, before pushing forwards hard and smashing Charon back into the flank of the ship, the giant breaking through wood and steel and barely managing to catch himself before falling off board and into the river. His chains merged with the Infector once more, preventing his fall and then shooting out of the wall behind Killer, but the liger had expected nothing less and had already slashed Wyvern upwards, tearing it free from the trident and sending it stabbing into a wooden beam above them: with the speed of lightning, Killer spun the massive sword down and stabbed it backwards from under his armpit, knocking the chains wild and breaking the bulkhead into fragments of ancient hardwood.

Charon roared in rage and frustration, leaping back up as several ghastly souls floated up to the bloody stump of his leg and formed into an ugly hoof to replace the lost one, allowing the ferryman to savagely drive the trident forwards. Killer slid to the side and swung Wyvern hard in an uppercut in the same graceful and powerful movement, but Charon only cackled maniacally as the prongs of his trident suddenly lengthened and shot across the air, becoming long, segmented tentacles that hungrily wrapped around the crimson sword and clamped down onto the liger's arm like oversized, cruel jaws, tearing into the hard muscle and sending blood streaking down to the floor as Charon swung the trident back and jerked Killer hard forwards.

The liger grunted, overbalancing before his foot could find purchase on the wet, damaged deck, and he glared up at the gigantic monster as Charon leaned down in a crude but potent lunge, a dark blade pushing out of his wrist and souls wrapping around the huge fist to form a spiked gauntlet. Killer stomped his way forwards and then threw his weight backwards, jerking Wyvern backwards with all his force and roaring as he lashed out his other hand, catching the much larger fist of the ferryman and wrestling it back in a clash of brutal strength, ignoring the agony of the spikes and thorns tearing through his own gauntlet and his palm, grinding noisily against bone. Charon snarled like a beast, muscles bulging explosively as he tried to push his long blade into the liger's face... but Killer ferociously grinned and shoved him backwards with a roar. "How can a bug like you, a mortal, be so strong...? Mortals are useless microbes!" Charon barked, drool flying from his metallic jaws as he skidded backwards, his hooves hammering and digging into the wooden planks but failing to gain any ground... before the chains wrapped around his body shot forwards in a vicious spear-drive, all forming into steel spikes that aimed for the liger's heart.

Killer's eyes glowed with sapphire energy, and the power radiating off him burned even Charon's leathery skin, the chains slamming loudly into a solid wave of energy and shattering into metallic shrapnel that melted away to droplets of white-hot liquid, pelting the ferryman's hide, before the liger's tentacles pushed out once more from his powerful back and arched high into the air, ominously looming over the ferryman. "You have a high opinion of yourself, Charon... but you are the microbe." Killer coldly said, before stabbing down with the massive, armoured appendages, all of them ending in powerful jaws lined with cruel fangs, as spikes of bone and blades jutted out along the bodies, tearing into Charon's chest and legs and arms and hefting him clear off the ground, making him howl in agony as they pierced right through his body and whip-lashed violently from side to side, digging bloody trenches through his form that nearly sent his limbs falling off. Killer grinned as the ferryman let out a howl of agony and powerless fury as the tentacles hammered him into the bulkhead, pinning him in place and literally destroying his entire body, one maimed leg flopping to the ground with a squelch of blood and one arm simply crushed into paste as Killer slashed Wyvern hard sideways, sending Charon's trident flying off the ship and into the Styx, with the ferryman's hand still clenched around the pole and the wrist reduced to shreds of flesh and a stump of broken bone.

"I... am... the master of all lost and damned souls...!" Charon roared, even as blood flew from his jaws as one of the tentacles curved its path upwards to tear apart his throat, sending splatters of blood on Killer's chest as the liger advanced to stab Wyvern right into the demon's jaws. "The Styx is my reign, and I'm supreme here!" Charon howled, eyes open wide and glowing with fear and rage at the same time, a wave of dark energy exploding out of him and knocking Killer backwards for a brief moment... before the entire Styx seemed to let out a roar of indescribable anguish and torment as it swelled up in what looked like a freak wave at first, rising tall over the aftcastle of the Infector, but morphing into something far worse as the flood of angry souls washed down over the deck and threatened to sink the vessel, crushing its stern down towards the bottom and causing the bow to jump skywards.

Killer grunted in surprise as the solid floor under his feet suddenly shifted away and he fell down along a deck that was now standing upright, while the entire river changed into a titanic, miles-long serpent, an ethereal beast that opened immense jaws lined with fangs four times bigger than he was tall, roaring hungrily as it prepared to swallow him into absolute darkness.

Charon's body completely shattered as Killer used the tentacles buried through his flesh to halt his fall, and blood and gore rained down thickly, splashing into the watery serpent of souls, which glowed with each drop touching it. The liger cursed under his breath and stomped his feet on the foremast, which now was like a horizontal beam beneath him. He went down to a crouch on the slippery, bloodied mast, and the Styx lunged upwards with a roar of outrage, determined not to let him get away. He leapt upwards with a snarl, but one immense coil of the serpent arched up above the bow of the Infector and came crashing down on him from above, leaving no room for an escape.

Thousands of angry souls shot through his form, making him writhe in agony as the tremendous, soul-rending cold settled over him again, making it hard to think, harder still to keep moving, and painful to hold onto Wyvern's handle. The ghosts simply passed through his armor like it didn't even exist, and they clawed directly into his soul, dragging it out of his form, filling his mind with nothing but pain as he began to bleed from every inch of his form, his skin progressively disintegrating as the souls savaged him. Wyvern was useless against the ethereal beings, and his fearsome physical strength was just as powerless against the flood that pushed him under, inexorably sinking him into the most complete of darkness. Killer gargled and trembled violently, the pain making him blind for a moment, his eyes shutting as his eyelids began to melt away, burning like hell and filling his sockets with blood, but he continued to swim upwards, pitting his overwhelming physical might against the fury of billions of angry damned souls... and finally, when he thought he would just fall unconscious and sink to the bottom, his head burst out of the waves and he managed to wipe his eyes clean of the blood using the back of his fist.

The roar of the river's ghost-filled waters was deafening, but there was another sound that Killer's brain picked up, even louder but coming from a great distance above... and the liger snarled, looking up to see a titanic, regenerated Charon cackling in dark delight, looking down at him from miles above. The ferryman was now one with the Styx, and Killer couldn't see the serpent-head anywhere: apparently, its place had been taken by the colossal torso of the ferryman, who now was easily hundreds, maybe thousands of feet tall, and many miles long due his legs having been replaced by a snake body made up by the howling river itself. Killer was keeping himself afloat with great difficulty on top of one of many immense coils of watery body, and the titan looming above laughed in delight at the sight, leaning down to cruelly tease: "How do you like water, kitten...?"

Killer snarled in rage at the insult, but before he could think about his next move the gigantic ferryman poked one enormous finger down to shove him underwater, and the liger grunted and tensed, muscles bulging explosively as he pushed back against the colossal digit with one hand, before stabbing Wyvern hard under the ugly nail with the other, causing Charon to roar in outrage and pain as blood poured out of the annoying wound. "You'll pay for your insolence, vermin!" Charon barked, but Killer barely heard the voice as he was viciously pushed again under the surface, and all his efforts focused on dragging Wyvern down through the finger, fangs gritting as the blade cut into solid bone, before ripping free and chopping the end of the index right off. Charon pulled his hand back with a hiss of agony and fury, but the liger sent his tentacles arching out of the water and around the other fingers, hooked spikes of bones tearing into the demon's flesh and beginning to cruelly saw their way through as Charon's own hurried movement added to Killer's own strength pulling in the opposite direction. There was an explosion of blood as the fingers were brutally severed near the knuckles, each enormous digit crashing into the Styx with a deafening splash... but before Killer could follow up with another assault he was suddenly faced with the massive, dragon-shaped rostrum of the Infector as she galleass advanced against him at ramming speed, moving down the slope of a coil.

The liger snarled and prepared to wrestle the ship back, but he immediately changed his plans when the black dragon head of the rostrum opened its terrible jaws and displayed a sphere of crackling energy rapidly swelling larger and larger. The devastating discharge of hellish energy blasted forth through the non-water but went wild, shooting high above the liger and out of the surface of the river as Killer sent his tentacles against the ship, catching it again in a vicious grip and hefting it out of the water, roaring as he pushed out of the surface and hurled the Infector away like it was a cheap toy, shattering the foremast into slivers of hardwood and breaking her back with a loud, tremendous crack in the process.

Charon snarled in fury and shifted around, his watery body flooding over the Stygian swamps and washing away countless of the unfortunate lost souls as he wrapped his coils around Killer with savage hate, unable to believe the strength and resistance of the god and wishing for nothing more than his complete annihilation. One of the immense coils twisted upwards to catch the Infector, and the vessel slammed into the water with fearsome violence, bow and stern visibly bending upwards in a slight V as the ship nearly broke into halves, but whatever magic was imbued in its hull was powerful enough to hold it together, and what was left of the crew aimed the remaining cannons against Killer, opening up with a broadside, hammering the liger with cannonballs.

Several of the heavy spheres slammed into the water around him, splashing up huge columns of toxic liquid and angry ghosts before exploding with enough violence to rattle the liger's skeleton, and Killer could do little to parry the assault because uncountable souls continued to claw savagely into him, making it painful and almost impossible to even pull up one arm. He dodged a particularly well-aimed shot, feeling the vortex of air behind the ball cutting a wound in his cheek and sucking him hard into the void left by the projectile, before the explosion tore deep gashes in his back, and water slapped over his face, blinding him for a moment as he spat the foul liquid with a grimace of rage and distaste. Charon leaned down with a cruel snicker, eyes glowing with malevolent force as he clenched his ethereal coils as hard as he could, attempting to crush the liger out of existence, his enormous hands looming over Killer and then rushing down to slap him underwater. Killer glared up at Charon, gritting his fangs in rage and frustration and somehow finding the strength to hurl a large sphere of golden energy right into the titanic fist coming down like a meteor from far above. The sphere collided with a large knuckle and exploded, shattering flesh and muscle to reveal the bones beneath, and again the ferryman retreated momentarily in pain before only punching down with greater ferocity, howling: "Dissolve, already!"

Killer threw his arms up and held Wyvern across, one hand gripping the blade to hold it up like a shield as the colossal fist smacked down with the violence of an asteroid, pushing him deep underwater even as he valiantly shoved back with his great strength, sending Charon crashing backwards with a grunt of surprise and pain, his vast back turning a large area of the swamp into a new crater that immediately filled with ugly, stinky waters contaminated by rotting flesh and organs.

Killer again pushed his head out of the water, a tiny smirk gaining his lips as Charon let out a roar of pain and outrage, straightening and flexing his back to crush into splinters the dead trees that had torn into his flesh like needles, but then his eyes widened in horror as he saw the Infector sliding across from one coil to the next, exploiting the curve in Charon's snake body to complete a super-fast about turn, putting her loaded and ready cannons in his face and blasting another full broadside against him.

Killer dived underwater this time, wincing at the agony it implied and staring for a moment at the spheres of energy that broke the surface and dramatically slowed down on impact before exploding all around him, his eyes shutting tightly as his head filled with the echoing roar of the blasts.

If you weren't such an idiot, you wouldn't be in trouble every time you meet something that you can't punch into bits. His own angry voice muttered clearly in his mind, and Killer wasn't sure if it was him or Black Killer, or who knew what else. Even Deimos was crying and howling in agony somewhere deep within him, as the ghosts tore through his energies given solid shape as the liger's armor plates.

Charon dominates these souls. He affects their residual energy. Do the same!

Killer's eyes flashed open with that awareness, a snarl rising out of his throat as golden flames burned around him and terrible, vengeful energy crackled violently down his arms, the liquid around him boiling and evaporating in one instant, before the massive coil trapping him almost exploded as the souls were slammed backwards, away from him. His energies shot through the ghosts like electricity, causing high, desperate howls to climb to the sky from all around him as he suddenly floated in an empty, peaceful space, the waters of the Styx clashing against an invisible wall of pure force and flowing around him, meters away, unable to get any closer to his body and breaking Charon's coils into halves, causing the ferryman to howl in disbelief and agony.

And yet, one soul continued to charge towards him, a soul that was larger and brighter than all the others. A soul that somehow wasn't affected by his energies... or rather, it seemed to eagerly soak into them, taking strength and relief from them, growing even more luminous as it came closer.

Killer took an easy ready stance, one palm outstretched and Wyvern cocked up, half-shielding him and half-threatening the incoming soul with its tremendous mass and glowing blade... but the soul didn't feel hostile at all, and Killer was unsure of what to expect, especially as the bright ghost suddenly took on a more refined shape, strong arms growing out of broad shoulders and immediately slashing into the other ghosts, tearing three to shreds and smashing another one flying backwards, scattering many more.

"What do you think you are doing...?" Charon roared, furiously reaching down with one hand to snag the rebellions super-soul, but Killer frowned and absently slammed the cut of his own hand into his, knocking the far larger being backwards with a grunt of shock and pain.

Charon caught himself with his arms this time, but his eyes now were wide with true terror, his mouth gaping stupidly as he stared in awe down at the god, so much smaller and yet so incredibly greater and stronger than him. Now he could see hints of the monster within the liger, and the force radiating off him was fearsome, causing Charon to tremble in fear, whining weak words of hopeless denial. "You... you can't do that..."

Killer ignored the monster completely, bringing his breath under control instead and looking idly down at his body, covered in his own blood but rapidly healing and regenerating. "I see now..." Killer whispered, shaking his head in slight amusement. "I was approaching the problem in the wrong way, as I always do..." He grinned a bit, allowing his fearsome force to explode out of him in a blast that tore straight through one of the coils of Charon's endless snake body, causing it to explode in a mist of droplets of dirty water and scattered souls. Thinking like a mortal. The liger now could recognize the glowing soul too, and his heart filled with warmth, love and admiration as the ghost reached him, passing through the solid wall of his energy not just harmlessly but with a sigh of relief, his force rebuilding hers.

The shapeless soul took on full definition as it entered the bubble of energy surrounding the liger, and her features became perfectly defined and accurate even though they remained ethereal: her eyes couldn't shine like when she was alive, yet they lacked nothing of her old vitality. She looked at him with the same affection and loyalty that she had always reserved for him, and her current smile was made richer by reverent awe and loving disbelief.

"You came. Like you promised. You are here." She said, and her voice trembled a bit. It seemed to come from Eons of travel away, but it was clear and warm and loving and welcoming and thankful, like her current condition was only the slightest of inconveniences; a detail without importance.

"And you waited for me. Unbreakable in your loyalty." Killer warmly replied, smiling at her with true love. He regretted doubting, even for a second, of her determination and will force. Of her ability to resist even to Hell itself. And yet he had to hide his amazement, and struggle to keep his voice from breaking, because it truly was humbling to see her still resisting, after thousands of years deep into inferno. He opened his arms to welcome her in a hug, before realizing with a slight blush that being ethereal she could not really enjoy it, but Pamela still smiled lovingly and moved forwards, leaning carefully against his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he tried to wrap his strong arms around her, with extreme care. He did not want his arms to go through her, because it felt like a terribly disrespectful thing to do... and maybe it would even be painful for her. He had no real idea, but he was delighted to discover that he could feel her presence, clearly, even guess a hint of warmth even through there was not a physical body to touch. The Praetorian sighed contently and closed her eyes as her light, immaterial fingers stroked slowly and gently down his powerful chest, pushing through the armor but not through his flesh

"What did they do to you...?" Killer asked, leaning down and nuzzling her, as gently and carefully as he could. His voice contained more than a hint of his fury and want of revenge for the pain she had had to endure, and Pamela felt it clearly, smiling a bit to herself as she basked in the immense force he radiated, his heat and strength regenerating her will to live and fight. "Are the others here too...?" Killer urgently added, and the tigress hurriedly shook her head. "No, not yet. I'm the first to be sent into the Styx. They... they wanted us to go one by one. So the others would... watch. And worry and suffer for their friend's fate." Pamela answered, her voice quiet and surprisingly firm even as Killer felt a shiver rattling her soul.

"You'll have your body back, Pamela, it is a promise. And we will save all the others, too." The huge male calmly said, and the tigress only smiled and nodded, grinding her cheek into his solid, masculine chest, knowing that he would do any and every thing it took to keep true to his word.

"I'll keep the ghosts away from you while you finish him." The ex Royal Marine said, pushing back a bit, away from his strong form so that she could glare at Charon up past his Mohawk. "I've been trying to keep them off you, but I was way too weak to deal with so many. I'm sorry... once more, I failed you."

"You have not failed me at all, and you have nothing to be sorry for, Pam." Killer gently countered, before slowly turning around, facing Charon with a smirk, eyes glowing solid sapphire as he carefully wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her against his chest while balancing Wyvern on the other shoulder. "And don't worry about Charon: now I know what I must do."

"You don't know anything mortal...! You are just an arrogant, ignorant, insolent pest and I will tear you apart!" The ferryman angrily howled, but his voice trembled in panic as his fists smashed uselessly into the wall of solid energy surrounding the god, the terrifying force burning his flesh away and cracking his bones like breadsticks.

"Please, Pam... I have to ask you to entrust your soul to me and find refuge within my body. Charon will be able to puppet your soul again if I let the barrier drop or weaken even for a moment." Killer quietly said, looking down at her with affection and concern, his expression one of apology for the request he was making. "I'll keep you safe, I promise. And it'll only last until we recover your body."

"I know you will keep me safe. You are here now, and there is nothing for me to fear." The tigress lovingly whispered, before smiling in amusement at his concern and shaking her head slowly to signal that all of it was superfluous. "It is an honor for me to join you... my soul has already been yours for years, anyway. And I'd gladly stay forever if you so wished."

Killer smiled softly at that, holding up his hand, swallowing a bit as she pushed her own against his palm, slowly but with full, complete confidence in him and his abilities. He struggled not to tremble in fear and anxiousness, instead: he had spoken and acted out of instinct, but he had no real idea of how to take a soul within him and preserve it. He did not know what to do and how to do it... and yet, something deep within was telling him that it was going to work. He felt the touch of her hand for one instant, then he tensed as her fingers passed through his skin and vanished within him, Pamela smiling brightly as she stepped forwards to hug him, and her soul entered into his body, vanishing from sight rapidly, until his arm hugged his own abs rather than her waist. Are you alright, Pam...?

I am. I feel better than I've felt in many centuries. Pamela's voice replied, echoing slightly within his mind. It was a weird feeling, and yet not as disturbing as it could have been assumed. Killer figured that hearing his "evil twin's" voice so often and having Alexis frequently "visiting" his mind had prepared him well even for such an eventuality. Do you know how long it has been since we... well, died? I lost count of the years a long time ago.

Less than two whole days in the Mortal Plane... but well more than 3000 years in here. Killer replied inwardly, and the female only let out a little sound of realization and awe in front of such an immense number. Killer couldn't perceive any accuse or scolding in that little sound, but he nonetheless immediately added his apology for taking so long to come to their rescue. Pamela, however, shushed his apology with a laugh. Are you really trying to apologize for taking 30 hours or so to tear your way through armies of demons and smash open a path into Hell itself...?

Killer grunted awkwardly at her rebuke, cracking his neck as he turned to face Charon once more, while millions of angry souls tried to claw their way through his barrier to assault him directly. S_ure, it would have been even better had it taken less. But I really don't think anyone could ever complain.Pam paused, and Killer thought he felt her looking out through his eyes, staring at the gigantic but scared ferryman before she added: _now let's finish the bastard off. I'll keep the ghosts off your soul. You smash his face. _ _

"Sounds like a plan..." Killer amusedly said, and he grinned, balancing Wyvern on his shoulder and preparing for a vicious slash, the Imprisonment Crystal insert in the heavy handle glowing ghastly and whispering incomprehensible words as the souls trapped within uttered their laments, threats, maybe even honest suggestions. Whatever they were saying, it did not really matter: he could squeeze them like grapes with a mere thought, and use their energy and knowledge to his advantage... and he was about to add a whole lot more souls into that terrible prison.

Charon misjudged his calm and coldness for hesitation and he straightened, flexing his enormous musculature and grinning savagely as he leaned down to glare at the far smaller liger, a giant curved blade pushing out of his wrist and then smashing into Killer's barrier with a tremendous clash, lightning bolts of energy exploding outwards from the point of contact as the sword was deflected and slid around the solid sphere of force. "I see... it is just a bluff... isn't it...? You are just a bluff, a lie, propaganda created by those losers up in Heaven... You are only good at hiding in your little bubble. But you'll have to come out at some point...!" Charon roared his threats, lips his ugly metallic fangs gritted in a savage snarling grin, but Killer could still see shivers of fear running down his arms, and he smiled softly, almost pitying the ferryman for his stupidity and sad fate. The god arched his back for a moment, leisurely rolling his massive shoulders, and then he grinned as he shoved his palm hard forwards, turning the barrier into a weapon as caused the wall of energy to explode outwards into Charon's face, piercing his immense body with deadly daggers of focused force which exploded once deeply buried through his flesh.

The ferryman recoiled with a howl of anguish and rage, clawing at his chest to try and jerk out some of the daggers before they could explode, but his long snake-body of water and ghosts lashed out ferociously against Killer, millions of ghosts howling their fury as they charged against him, the Styx rising in massive, terrible tidal waves that surrounded him. Ghosts shot down against him from all sides, faster than projectiles, but the energy radiating from him was so great that several were struck by golden lightning and dissolved into shapeless motes of energy while others retreated with squeaks of pain... and those who charged into his chest passed easily through his armor yet recoiled painfully away from the liger, crashing back into the other souls and sometimes disintegrating into shards of vital force that looked like torn rags as they fell away. Pamela fought them back with vicious determination, and Killer could feel her energies within him, and hear her grunt as she lashed out her blows, her fists crackling with electricity as she tore through the ghosts like through paper.

"That is impossible...!" Charon barked, eyes wide with frustration, rage and fear, and his eyes glowed as he made a dragging gesture with his hand, his fingers bending in cruel hooks as he jerked Pamela's soul towards him, snarling: "You are mine! All lost souls are mine to command! You all belong to me!"

Pamela snarled as she felt Charon's terrible dark magic tearing into her essence, dragging her violently forwards, but it lasted only for a brief instant, before Killer's resistance formed a solid wall against which the ferryman's talons scratched uselessly. "It's impossible... you... you can't..."

"Watch, Charon... learn who the master really is." Killer said, grinning in entertainment as he focused his tremendous force into Wyvern, the blade glowing and the Imprisonment Crystal blazing as he cocked the heavy weapon back and the Styx bent its snake-like body to follow the diamond, hundreds of the ghosts rapidly swallowed inside it as thousands, million more became slave to the liger's will.

Charon stared in horror as the river he had always dominated slithered away from him, arching up into the air once more in form of a colossal, divine serpent that coiled reverently around Wyvern's blade and then loomed high in front of the ferryman, a snake head forming and terrible jaws opening wide to hiss against its former master.

All souls moved away from Charon, revealing his legs and shrinking him by hundreds of feet in mere instants, and the ferryman's eyes widened in terror as Killer slashed Wyvern hard, muscles bulging as he roared in triumph, sending the serpent of souls lunging against the monster with a clash that seemed to break the sky in half, blowing away the fog that tormented the Stygian swamps and disintegrating the dead, skeletal trees as a solid coil of ghosts and water leveled the entire valley. Charon howled in agony as the immense snake's fangs snapped down on its chest, tearing it apart with a thick splatter of blood and gore before his body was chewed and broken into halves even as the ghosts tore directly through him, all of them piercing his soul from side to side with vengeful hunger.

The tidal wave washed Charon's ruined body away, and the ferryman gargled in despair and anguish as the ghosts took their revenge on him, as the icy, poisonous non-water turned his body into nothing but a prison of torment from which he could not escape, and his heart almost stopped for good when his eyes opened to see Killer smiling in dark entertainment down at him, his eyes glowing with such power than the ferryman felt like his body would catch fire and dissolve in front of such ferocity. The liger's hand reached down and seized Charon by the skull, squeezing down with savage force that immediately crumbled the mask and helm covering his features, the bone loudly cracking and the eternal flames burning over his body rapidly dissolving as the god siphoned away his energies.

"I am the monster, Charon... and the Master." Killer said, leaning down with a grin and licking his lips hungrily, rapidly devouring the ferryman's strength, his enormous musculature flexing and bulging with power, his wounds healing and vanishing away as he took the monster's energy for himself. Charon didn't understand what was happening at first, but he felt as if Killer's hand was moving, rubbing over his skull... until he realized instead that Killer was motionless, and that he was the one shrinking rapidly. In mere moments, Charon was drained down from a titan to a body that was just about half the size of Killer, and the liger grinned widely when the ferryman whimpered and clawed into his wrist, kicking and writhing and desperately trying to evade from the god's invincible grip. But it was no use, as Charon became smaller and weaker while Killer only got stronger and greater, until the ferryman was the size of a kitten that Killer effortlessly held up at head level, allowing the ferryman to stare in horror as the liger's arm bulged slightly, the already enormous muscles gaining a little bit more size and tone, feeding on his vital energies as he became scrawny and insignificant. "You have been about as helpful as a session of push-ups, but hey. Every little helps." Killer teased, flexing his enormous musculature in front of the terrified creature who cried and whimpered pathetically as he was thrown up and then effortlessly caught in midair, now so small to fit easily into the liger's hand.

Killer smirked as he shifted the helpless ferryman around in his palm until he was captive between his thumb and index, and Charon whimpered a prayer with a voice by now too tiny to be heard and understood, before the god crushed him completely out of existence, squishing him like a grape and opening his mouth to catch the little streak of blood on his tongue. Finally, he cleaned his fingers by tracing a red line across his broad, masculine chest, grinning predatorily as he balanced Wyvern on one shoulder, waiting on the river bank as the waters of the Styx humbly and reverently slipped back into their bed, cradling the Infector with great care as all the ghosts fell silent and almost motionless, terrified of arousing his rage in any way.

Killer's eyes were glowing with such power that what was left of the crew of the Infector, after considering the possibility of trying to escape and concluding that they had no chance whatsoever, rowed the ship rapidly towards the shore and hurriedly deployed a gangway for the new lord of the Styx.

The liger smirked a bit at that, then looked idly up over his shoulder: of course, the lost souls that had followed him to the river back at the beginning of the battle were nowhere to be seen: they had ran away in terror during the clash. But he knew that they could not be far and he calmly said: "Climb aboard and row me across the river."

His mighty, deep voice carried over the whole of the Stygian Fields with unquestionable authority, and all the lost souls, not just those he had talked to, immediately marched towards him. He stood by the gangway, arms crossed on his massive chest, idly looking up as the crew of the Infector hurriedly attempted to sweep the decks clean and carry out emergency repairs before he would climb aboard. A group of lost souls produced axes and went about chopping the few remaining ropes that held one section of the mainmast still attached to the ship, letting it sink away into the Styx, never to be seen again, while others ran into the captain's quarters to throw overboard any of Charon's belongings that could irritate Killer in any way. The liger smirked a little bit in front of their terrified hurry, thinking for a moment that he could just put the Infector back in full shape with a mere thought... before deciding that, slaves or not, they had deserved at least that trouble as punishment. The skeletal creatures he had earlier met stumbled forwards silently, looking horribly awkward, embarrassed and fearful, as two of the tormented souls pushed the hunchback forwards and the old man - there is no real way to say he is the oldest in the bunch, but it strikes me as ancient... - finally walked forwards a few steps, with all the dignity he could manage, before going down to his knees when he came closer to Killer.

"My lord... my master... we were foolish to doubt of your strength..." The skeletal creature said, dropping his head down low as all the others imitated him, and Killer tilted his head to the side, watching silently down at that. They froze in place for a moment, whimpering prayers and words of praise, until the liger jerked his head towards the Infector, and they cried their thanks and praises as they crawled forwards on all fours, trembling hard enough that their bones rattled audibly as they tried to make themselves as small and insignificant as possible, hoping that the god would not waste his time and his power over such miserable beings. As they reached his feet they stopped and groveled in the mud, leaning down to reverently kiss the metal talons of his armoured boots, one by one, before slowly climbing the steep gangway, always on all fours. Again, Killer considered reassuring them that he had no reason to step over their already sad and miserable existences, but he decided not to. Their actions had verged on the hostile, and their sordid methods could not really be excused without at least putting some good old terror into their ancient bones.

When Killer finally climbed on board, the crew of the Infector had hurriedly hammered some wooden planks in place over the area amidships where the vessel had almost been cracked in two like a breadstick, and some of the worst holes in the flanks of the galleass were being covered up as best as possible. Actual repairs were going to take a long time, especially when it came to restoring the masts, but Killer had no real interest for the matter, and as he stepped onto the weather deck he only cared about rowers and warriors and sailors dropping to their knees, leaning down on all fours and pushing their foreheads down against the floor. "The Infector is yours to command, Master." Their voices chanted, and the river Styx itself seemed to voice its own submission as quiet cries came up from the waters. The angry, rebellious waves of earlier had been replaced by dead calm as the river of souls itself groveled before Killer and carefully avoided provoking his rage in any way. A violent shiver of pure terror went down the spines of all the lost souls when Killer idly put Wyvern away, the blade attaching to the broad back of his armor with a faint crackle of energy, a gleam running down the length of the crimson triple-blade as a sigh of resignation and pain came from within the Imprisonment Crystal, now crammed full with uncountable souls ready to become nothing but energy and knowledge to add to Killer's.

The liger silently walked towards the captain's staircase leading up on top of the aftcastle, and the lost souls trembled as the hastily repaired steps creaked under his weight, but the god did not protest for the low quality of the emergency fixes, taking position instead on the command platform, looking down at the assembled crew. "Hunchback, step forwards."

The ancient lost soul missed a breath and stiffened in place for a brief moment, knowing all too well that Killer had called him, of all people. He trembled violently and whimpered pathetically, wishing for a way to vanish from the world, but then realized that making the god wait would only gain him a worse fate and so he crawled forwards a few steps, ahead of the others, before pressing his bony face even harder down into the floor. "Your slave is ready to serve. My fate is yours to decide, my lord and king and god. I beg for your mercy, great king..."

"Hunchback, you are the new ferryman." Killer simply announced, smirking a bit at the shock he saw on the face of the skeletal creatures. "As I said, I'm not interested in running this business, profitable as it might be... but the souls will continue to come here, and will continue to need ferrying across. You will be their ferryman. For a while. You know the rules, right...?" He paused, then idly pointed his finger at the ancient creature, and flicked it idly, causing the lost soul to arch its back with a low cry of pain that immediately turned into relief and almost pleasure as he grew and expanded, growing to tower over all other skeletal figures. He remained hunched and no flesh was added upon his bones, but a black coat of arms made of countless rings of dark metal covered his form from head to toe. A large hood of the same material reached down on his forehead far enough to cast his face into complete darkness and his eyes turned into glowing pits of ghastly white fire. A massive steering oar appeared in his hand, with a heavy black shaft that tapered at the two ends while reaching its maximum diameter on either side of the grip, so that the hand holding it was protected from both sides. The large, elongated spoon at the extremity was an actual blade made of dark steel and it glowed with the same tremendous white fire that made his eyes glow. The Infector little need of a steering oar, but the ferryman could definitely use a weapon for maintaining control even over the most rebellious and dangerous of souls, after all.

The now gigantic lost soul flexed his bony hand slowly, looking at it in awe, leaning against his massive oar-spear and wondering at his own immense strength, so far removed from the barely alive husk he had been. He felt truly powerful now, not just because of his sizes and the monstrous strength he now felt in the ancient, toned chords of muscles clinging to his bones, but because an arcane, cruel energy filled the confines of his flexible yet impenetrable armor. It was a force that could vaporize the other lost souls with his mere through, and that awareness made him feel like a god as he looked down at the terrified creatures huddling fearfully around his feet. His eyes now could see the lost souls from uncountable miles of distance, in the shape of glowing white shapes that stood out clearly through everything else, as if the entire world had turned transparent, with their exception. From closer by, he could read into their minds and hearts and know exactly what they were thinking, so that he could effortlessly and timely detect any attempt of mutiny or revolt and crush it underfoot.

But then his eyes dared turning towards Killer and his new vision allowed him to see even more clearly the fearsome, unmatched extent of Killer's power. He gaped at it, now able to see a hint of the monster lurking within the god and trembling at the sight of the lone seal remaining, the ethereal chain damaged and weakened, ever closer to snapping apart. The thrumming, terrible power radiating off Killer made him cry weakly, his spine bending even more as he bowed deeply, feeling now even more insignificant before him than he had before, despite the fact that he currently towered even above the liger.

The difference in size was irrelevant and misleading: in front of Killer, the ferryman was smaller than a microbe, and he hurriedly went down to his knees again, bowing deeply.

"You are not innocents. None of you here is, no matter what you tell yourselves. Your punishment in the Stygian fields is severe, but it was earned during your lives. That you lie about it and call it unjustified cruelty while persevering in never taking a side, only ever cowardly pursuing your interests in whatever way is the easiest of the moment, only goes to show that you still haven't corrected your faults. I can understand that... there are few sinners worse than myself. But I acknowledge my faults; I accept the punishment when it is due; and I work on changing myself by being merciful and kind even to puny bugs like you." Killer continued, and none of the lost souls tried to protest or interrupt, instead closing their eyes and uttering words of praise and worship even as ethereal chains viciously wrapped around their ankles and wrists to bind them to the Infector. "You will man the Infector until you mature enough to work your way out of your sin. Show me change, and I'll show you mercy, just like Elelyon would have. Cause issues, and I'll crush your pathetic, worthless existences in ways that will have you regretting Charon."

As he calmly issued his order, the stern of the Infector seemed to ripple violently, reality trembling helplessly around the massive male before the aftcastle's top section changed its shape dramatically, leaving the lost souls staring in awe as the top end of the ship turned into a massive throne, the captain's quarters becoming the seat and the parapets growing into enormous armrests. Killer grinned, his body crackling with terrifying energy and then growing rapidly, muscles bulging with fearsome strength as he sat down in the new throne, eyes burning sapphire and glowing with terrible ferocity, his feet settling down on the upper deck, and the lost souls panicked, watching as they came down but not daring to scamper out of the way. Six of them ended up crushed like bugs, ground into powder under the liger's boots, and even the new ferryman trembled as he bowed deeper and tried to made himself as small as possible as the gigantic boots settled on either side of him, making him feel powerless and insignificant. The dark god grinned as he rested back in the throne, as the entire aftcastle of the Infector became nothing but his seat, his immense form casting the ship into his shadow from stern to bow, the enormous bulge in his pants looming over the entrance to the captain's quarters, his titanic form dwarfing even the new ferryman, making his over forty feet of height look puny. "Get this ship moving, captain. Bring me on the other side of the Styx." Killer calmly said, and the cloaked figure nodded deeply and squeaked: "Yours to command, Master." The other lost souls hurriedly thanked their god for his generosity and then rushed into the rowers' benches, filling the many holes left in the ranks during the battle and immediately seizing the oars, hunching in their seats to try and vanish from the liger's line of sight.

The new ferryman took position at the stern of the Infector, between Killer's boots, dwarfed by the massive virility of the dark god towering over him, and another skeletal figure took position near the captain, beginning to beat the time on the massive ship's drum.

The rowers lowered the long and heavy oars into the green waters and began to push, propelling the Infector away from the shore as the captain nervously looked from flank to flank, surveying the maneuver until they were in deep water. Once there, he ordered to row faster and the drummer immediately accelerated the rhythm, each loud impact becoming motion in the water as the rowers threw their weight against the oars, working faster.

Killer smirked a bit to himself, relaxing in the large throne and shifting his feet just slightly, idly looking down at the bone dust on the wooden planks before absently flicking his wrist, giving those unfortunate lost souls new bodies. Just as skeletal and tormented as those they had had before, but always better than being imprisoned on the Infector in purely ethereal form. He ignored them as they knelled at his boot and kissed his talons in worship and praise, looking instead ahead to the distant shore, now clearly visible since the fog he had blown away still wasn't reforming.

The stretch of land between the river bank and the walls of Hell was a lunar landscape of craters, ridges and ancient, abandoned trenches that cut through the wasteland in a series of zigzags that ended in large gun battery emplacements right in front of the colossal defences of the Underworld. Those were the siege works that Heaven had carried out Eons before, when the armies of God had attempted to pursue the rebel angels of Satan down into the bowels of Hell. Since flying was made impossible by the sheer power of the defensive magic imbued in the whole cursed region, the assault had had to be made from the ground, under the tremendous bombardment coming from the bastions. Killer repressed a shiver, thinking of what an inferno it must have been, to mount a siege in such an unforgiving, vicious place where everything was misery and death; where the river Styx would assault Heaven's soldiers like it was a living beast; where Charon guided the heavily armed Infector in daring assaults against the supply lines and the vulnerable crossings established along the river; where Cerberus was on the prowl, hunting down victim after victim; where mud and toxic water were ever present, clinging to everything, making it hard and miserable to even move a step. The siege had lasted for years, and Killer could barely begin to imagine the misery that the angels had experienced, as he looked over the wrecked remains of their positions.

The husks of several large encampments could be guessed on top of the ridges and sandbanks that rose higher up on the level of the toxic, cruel waters. Each camp had been built as far away from the Styx as was possible, but there was no chance to escape the fury of the waters filled with ghosts, which had more than once flooded the plain and invaded the tents and the trenches, drowning angels like rats in a sewer.

Each camp had been fortified with a double order of ditches and embankments of mud, to guard against the frequent sorties of demons coming out from Hell and from assaults coming from behind whenever Charon landed small groups of demons and lost souls in the midst of Heaven's precarious position. Whoever had looted and cleared the camps once they had been abandoned by the retreating forces of Heaven hadn't really bothered with leveling those makeshift defences. The ditches were just half-filled and the embankments only partially breached. The tents were tattered and torn, but some were still standing, a clear signal that Hell, in his arrogance, had decided not to waste time restoring clean "death zones" without cover in front of the bastions. Evidently, the demons were convinced that Heaven would never attempt another siege, otherwise they would have wanted to quickly fill all the trenches and remove those strongholds, that had cost much blood and sweat to build.

Vesta and Gabriel had done all they could to protect their troops and help them breach Hell's defences: deep trenches connected the various encampments, allowing the angels to move around enjoying some cover from the enemy fire. Other trenches, with bends and turns at regular intervals so that nobody could enter them and fire in a straight line at the troops crowding the narrow space, snaked their way closer and closer to the massive bastions protecting the Underworld. Many of those trenches eventually ended in large pitches, surrounded by tall embankments of mud on three sides. During the siege those spaces had been crowded with siege artillery batteries, with four, six or even eight massive guns in each emplacement. From there, the angels had attempted to breach the wall, while mages did their best to hide the assaulting troops under curtains of smoke and fog, forming magic barriers to shield the soldiers from the deluge of hostile fire as they worked desperately to fill up a large moat that lapped at the base of the immense wall. The moat was actually a deep and large channel filled with some of the Styx's waters, so that the angels couldn't even fantasize about crossing. Touching that haunted water meant a horrible and agonizing end, so that dry passages were required. Countless attempts had been made, at great cost, to fill up the moat, but the river and its ghosts had fought back with savage force and all passages had, sooner or later, been washed away. Enormous siege towers had been used as well, with long assault bridges at the top ending in titanic hooked talons that would grip the top of the bastions and never let go, but those assaults had been repealed as well, and the skeletal remains of the destroyed towers could still be seen sticking out of the mud.

Unsurprisingly, Killer spotted several artillery emplacements aimed towards the Styx, as well, another hint of the danger that the Infector had represented during those long years of war. The liger made a bit of a grimace, remembering a bitter comment made by Vesta when she had told him the story of the unsuccessful assault on Hell, and seeing now just how true it was: "we weren't really the ones mounting a siege. We were under siege ourselves, trapped in our hastily fortified camps, between demons and artillery on one side and the Styx and the Infector on the other."

It was also becoming clearer to him just why the siege had been lifted without ever going close to success. The defences of Hell were truly formidable: the wall was made of black stone that was harder than diamond and strangely lucid and reflective, almost like dark glass. Whatever the material was, it had resisted extremely well to even the worst artillery bombardments. Cascades of incandescent magma made several stretches of the immense barrier simply unassailable, and the wall itself reached almost all the way up to a low-hanging, titanic tangle of crimson roots of the tree that made up the Underworld's sky. The opening between the top of the wall and the root looming above was a gallery from where the defenders could fire down into the trenches, and Satan had massed up an astonishing number of cannons, deploying them in an endless row all along the top of the bastions. Enormous triangular bulwarks pushed out of the wall, so that the defenders could put down a tremendous amount of crossfire along each stretch of the barrier, and Hell's artillery batteries were located at such an altitude that even the trenches offered little actual cover, with the demons having the angle needed to fire straight down into several stretches of the network of passages.

Faced with such an impassable series of obstacles, Vesta and Gabriel had directed the siege effort against the only opening in the titanic wall, but the Black Gate was so heavily fortified that it could hardly be described as a weak spot. The gate itself could not be frontally assaulted because a low and massive triangular bastion had been built in the middle of the large moat, right in front of the door, shielding it from artillery fire. The only access was through a long and narrow bridge that stretched from the river bank towards the flank of the bastion. The last stretch of the bridge could be drawn up to isolate the bastion, turning it into a solid, fortified artillery battery that could drive back any assault.

Even if the bastion was conquered, there was another long and narrow bridge stretching out from the back of it towards the Black Gate itself, and another immense drawbridge shielded the heavily armoured door, hidden at the end of a narrow passage that was a terrible killing ground, exposed to the fire coming from both sides and from above. The Black Gate was flanked by two square towers, incredibly high, that dominated the entire Stygian region, giving the defenders uninterrupted line of sight on all possible approach routes. In theory, such tall structures were extremely vulnerable to artillery fire, but the black stone walls were actually shielded by twin cascades of incandescent magma that crashed down with a low, threatening growl that turned into a hissing sound where the liquid fire poured into the greenish water of the channel. For whatever strange chemical or magic reason, the magma did not cool down and solidify when entering the water, despite how tremendously, torturingly could the Styx felt to anyone crazy enough to touch its waters. The magma instead slipped down to the bottom, turning the bed of the defensive channel into a sea of fire that made the green waters above gleam with a malicious, sinister light. The bed of magma made the moat even more impassable, and made it that much harder to fill up or bridge the gap: the angels could not just pour mud and dirt into the water, because the ghosts and the magma would easily and quickly dissolve it. It had been a struggle of magic, of spells and of sheer power... and despite Vesta's strength, despite God's might and Gaia's dominance of the elements, no breach had ever been torn open in the walls.

The two miles-tall towers glowed with a series of large and complex crimson rune marks and pentagrams painted with blood by the Scholars and Scribes of Hell. Killer couldn't read half of the symbols and was unsure about several others despite having studied them on the books, but he could recognize several shield spells and it was easy to feel the very air vibrating with the magical energy feeding the transparent barriers protecting the wall and the bastions. There were strong defences in place all around the two skyscraper-like towers, and observing them with attention he soon realized that the top half of each structure was actually a massive weapon system: enormous prisms of energy-rich crystal were mounted on rotating tables and looked out over the Stygian fields through large openings in the various floors of the towers. The prisms could be aimed at targets approaching from any direction and elevation, and they would focus magic attacks into laser-like beams of force, making each and every spell both incredibly more powerful and much longer ranged. Battle mages only needed to channel their spells through the enormous blocks of crystal, and once aimed at the right target the "lenses" would unleash them in massively enhanced and focused form, at extremely long range.

"If I can, Master..." The ferryman humbly called from below, and Killer snorted a bit before looking down at him, leaning forwards slightly, idly commanding: "Speak".

The ferryman swallowed thickly and repressed a violent shiver, his eyes darting from side to side to check on Killer's enormous boots to make sure they were moving to crush him, before bowing his head deeply as he said: "I saw the prisms working during the ancient siege, Master. They were used to beat back lady Vesta when her assault on the bastion ahead of the Black Gate was about to be crowned by success. They were used to counter goddess Gaia's power when she attempted to turn the channel into solid ground... and they were used to destroy the bridges over the Styx and sink many, many of the boats and pontoons that Heaven built to cross the river." The ferryman made a nervous pause at that point, but Killer said nothing, and the silence terrified the cloaked creature into shrinking even more in his shoulders, trying to make himself invisible as he hurriedly babbled: "I... I saw you... looking at the towers, my Lord. So... I thought... thought you might want to know."

"You are worried that they might hit us, next." Killer calmly specified, spelling the fear that the ferryman hadn't dared revealing. The hunchback nodded, then bowed deep again: "They could easily vaporize the Infector with one shot, and for all I know we are approaching their useful range. I... it... it could be dangerous, Master. Also... the cannons..."

"Don't you worry, my fearful slave..." Killer replied, smiling in entertainment as he gazed towards the towers, his sharp eyes already able to see hurried movement around some of the artillery batteries. "As long as I'm on the ship, I'm not going to allow it to be vaporized."

The ferryman winced and whimpered a bit, clearly worried about what was going to happen when Killer descended from the Infector, but the liger only laughed and dismissed his concerns with an absent wave of his hand. "I've given you a task, ferryman, which is to last for a long, long time. I won't allow it to end today. Guide the ship closer to the Black Gates. I don't need the ship to reach the river bank, but I've soaked myself in this river too many times already."

"Yes, Master." The ferryman bowed deeply and then turned around to shout his orders, the drummer immediately beginning to beat the time for the right side rowers only as she ship began to veer towards the obscure towers, seeming to slide weightlessly over the water, moving quickly and without a sound. They were moments away from an artillery bombardment, and Killer did not miss how the ferryman ordered to approach the shore on a diagonal course, so that the least damaged flank of the Infector was aimed at the bastions, ready to respond with a broadside. He was also well aware that a duel of artillery between the fortress and the ship was always going to end in victory for the fort, especially since the guns of the Infector didn't even have the elevation required to try and snipe the enemy cannons off the walls. Its broadside would be little more than a symbolic reaction born out of pride. But he had no intention of allowing the Infector to be sunk, and the cannons didn't have him worried at all. He looked up at them with something like pity, because their vaunted firepower was so utterly outmatched by his sheer, brutal force that the demons manning them would have done better to abandon the positions and leap down to their deaths from the ramparts. He lazily flexed his enormous musculature, eager to show off his strength, and energy crackled loudly around his form, his eyes burning with tremendous power... and an entire battery of cannons up on top of the wall suddenly exploded into fragments of metal and scattered gore as the demons working to load the guns simply imploded, turning into a fine red mist.

Killer grinned darkly at that, licking his lips slowly, and the whole Infector fell silent for a moment, staring in surprise and confusion... before the lost souls erupted in cheers and roars of approval, their fear quickly replaced by a mix of relief and vengeful excitement.

The ferryman angrily barked orders to shut down and row harder, and Killer waited a little moment before calmly calling him. The creature turned around with a quiet cry of fear, falling to its knees and opening its mouth to apologize, to explain that he thought Killer would not approve of the noise, but the dark god ignored his babbling and exploited the last few moments of silence to issue his commands: "Ferryman, remember that I have a war to end. Until the conflict lasts, no more souls will be shipped into Hell, you hear me? They would only become yet more demons I'd have to destroy."

The ferryman hurriedly confirmed that he understood the situation, and Killer added: "If Hell's agents return to the Stygian Fields to "recruit" lost souls, you are ordered to exterminate them. From now on, Hell is under siege, and the Infector is the first guardian posted at the door. Nobody goes in and nobody goes out without my approval, is that clear?"

"Absolutely clear, my Lord." The ferryman replied, before a distant roar announced that the cannons on the bastions of Hell had begun their bombardment. Enormous cannonballs of obscure energy rushed down towards the Infector, but a massive wave of toxic water and ghosts exploded skywards from the surface of the Styx and shielded the ship, slapping the projectiles out of the air and sending them exploding harmlessly into the water. Immediately, another battery opened fire, but the Styx once again rose to protect its new Master, and the Infector slid forwards unharmed, maneuvering easily to take aim at the low triangular bastion in front of the Black Gate and then firing a broadside into it.

Several guns were missing and many more had only a reduced crew after the damage that Killer had caused to the vessel, but the broadside of the Infector was still a sight worth remembering as the massive cannons violently recoiled until the thick ropes securing them to the bulkhead tensed audibly and stopped them dead in their tracks, a thick cloud of dark smoke obscuring one side of the ship as the shockwave of the firing sent ripples traveling over the Styx and towards the shore. Even Killer felt his ribcage trembling a bit with the violence of the shockwave, as the thundering roar echoed in his ears. He took a moment to watch with interest as the lost souls immediately began working to reload the heavy cannons, then turned his attention towards the shore as a loud, long howl rose from behind the ruins of one of the abandoned encampments. Cerberus leapt past the damaged perimeter of the fortified camp and landed upon the remains of two large tents, crushing them under paws as big as cars and armed with terrifying curved talons that tore deep trenches into the mud. The enormous beast had three heads like the legends said, but Killer had always imagined some kind of wolf while the truth was considerably more complex, more dangerous, and uglier. The middle head was indeed that of a wolf, with soulless yellow eyes and a threatening, thick muzzle covered in scars; but the other two heads were skulls, with barely any flesh attached, but with burning crimson flames in the otherwise empty eye sockets. The skull to the right was that of a sabertooth beast, armed with terrible, oversized fangs; while the skull to the left was that of a unicorn, with a massive thorn-shaped spike pushing out of the forehead and crackling with dark magic.

The massive body of the beast bulged with muscle and power, with an enormous back that arched up like that of a bison, but jutted with cruel, huge bone spikes that looked like oversized ribs growing in the wrong direction. Ethereal flames of dark magic danced between the spikes, which also ran all the way down towards a long tail made of exposed vertebrae and ending in a heavy, cruel bone blade so thick that it doubled up as a hammer. The body of the beast was covered by a messy, thick mane of white fur on the chest and the frontal legs, but the flanks, the back and the hind legs had a reptilian look due to the large, triangular-shaped scales armouring every inch. The hind legs, Killer noticed, actually ended in heavy hooves of dark steel, which crumbled the remains of the angels' fortifications like they were made of dry bread.

The gigantic beast howled again, glaring at the Infector and stomping his hooves angrily, almost leaping into the water to swim towards the vessel and devour all the walking bones on top of it, but it was smart enough to keep its distance from the howling ghosts ready to drag it down to the bottom of the Styx. Many of the rowers and gunners of the Infector nonetheless shivered in terror, staring at the monster from over the railing, and the ferryman himself nervously turned towards the enormous wolf after shouting to order silence in the ranks.

Cerberus snarled and stretched his front legs, clawing into the muddy ground and glaring at the Infector while energy crackled between the rib-like spikes on his back, before exploding forwards in a lightning bolt that rushed towards the vessel, effortlessly tearing through a wave of ghosts that rose like a shield on its path. The lost souls stared in terror at the incoming bolt of energy, but Killer pulled his mighty arm up and stretched his palm towards it, dragging it out of course and forcing it in a wide, impossible turn that led it harmlessly into the god's grip. The liger smirked in entertainment, looking down at the angrily cracking sphere of energy, before clenching his hand into a fist and snuffing it out of existence.

"Fire!" The ferryman shouted, and the Infector vibrated, shaken by the recoil of its large battery of guns as it fired another full broadside, but Cerberus lashed out with another globular lightning bolt that whipped violently from side to side, turning the cannonballs into nothing but smoke, before blasting another magic discharge towards the ship.

Killer stood up from his throne, the ship groaning under his weight and shifting awkwardly in the water while the giant god slapped the crackling sphere of energy away like it was a fly, before looking up at the distant towers of the Black Gate as crimson light gleamed against the prisms as they were trailed towards the Infector, soon to open fire. "This is my stop, ferryman. I'll take care of the fluffy puppy over there; you keep the Infector safe. You can put the souls to work on repairing her... if any comes here at all. I think the Reapers are dragging most souls directly into Hell without passing through the Styx, am I wrong...?"

The cloaked, giant skeleton looked up at the god and then nodded quietly, explaining: "The ancient rules have been warped. There have been very few newcomers here in the last few millennia. But whoever arrives, I'll keep them busy and out of Hell's grip, until you order otherwise."

"Good." Killer calmly replied, adding nothing else. There was no need to specify that he would know if the ferryman attempted to betray him, and even less need to threaten revenge. The ferryman knew all too well that he'd be mercilessly crushed out of existence if he failed at his task. The liger leapt off the Infector, the ship swaying violently in the water with his movement and then veering immediately away from the shore as the ferryman worked to put the vessel out of the danger zone.

Killer grinned as the prisms in the two immense towers glowed with intense energy, and a moment later the enormous beams of focused force exploded towards him, scything through the sky with a deafening crackle. Cerberus also stomped with hungry eagerness, shooting its own lightning bolts against the incoming warrior, but Killer pushed his hands hard forwards and formed a thick wall of energy, using it to shield himself, gritting his fangs as the focused magic spells exploded against it with tremendous force.

Killer landed on the shore, his boots biting into the ground as he immediately sprinted up the steep embankment, his arms trembling a bit and muscles bulging explosively as a new barrage of magic beams struck into the shield, the explosions pushing him violently backwards and forcing him to ram his way through. The artillery batteries on top of the wall added their fire, cannonballs raining down all around him, smashing into the soft ground and bouncing up again, tearing long and smoldering tranches in the dirt before slamming into Killer and exploding, making him snarl in annoyance more than pain, the god turning towards the bastions and lashing his arm out, eyes glowing with power and ferocity as a shockwave of pure force swept the top of the wall and rolled over the batteries of cannons like a steamroller, the gunners exploding into splatters of gore and the artillery pieces smashing through the parapets and falling towards the ground.

Cerberus leapt against the liger with a howl, and Killer felt Pamela's soul shivering in a mix of fear, rage and pure hate for the beast. He wondered for a moment what the cause might be, but then dropped his massive shoulder and charged forwards, leaning into his shield as the unicorn head of the beast opened its jaws and fired a large spear of dark magic. The massive dart slammed into the shield with terrible violence, sending cracks spreading in it, but Killer swung the large wall of energy upwards and deflected the spear, sending it shooting wild, high above his head, before throwing his weight against Cerberus, smashing the shield up in its muzzle. The wolf let out a grunt of pain, blood flying from the wolf-head nose as it recoiled hard backwards, but the unicorn and sabertooth skulls opened their terrible jaws and vomited a hurricane of fire against the liger, the flames roaring past the edges of the shield and causing the cracks to grow larger... before Killer slammed his palm hard into the inside of the shield and caused it to explode forwards in a shower of sharp, deadly fragments. The daggers tore into the wolf's massive chest and front legs, causing it to growl in pain and stumble forwards unsteadily, even as all three heads snapped downwards to savagely bite into Killer. The liger was faster, however, ducking under the assault and then ramming his shoulder into the chest of the beast, slamming it upwards violently enough that the front legs lost all contact with the ground, Cerberus unwittingly rearing up on his hooves and stumbling backwards as blood exploded out of its three sets of jaws, just as a deluge of beams of focused magic hammered down on the spot from the high towers.

Killer's lips curled up in a snarling grin as he clawed into the flanks of the enormous beast, blood spurting out of the wounds as his talons pierced deep enough to tear into the wolf's bones, before he hefted the monster clear off the ground and used its body as a shield, shoving it into the deluge of spells coming down from above. There was an explosion of fire and magma cascaded down the flanks of the wolf, surrounding Killer on all sides and flowing down over his own body, but the liger felt little more than a pleasant warmth, laughing darkly as he smashed the wolf face-first down into the ground, making it whimper in pain. The beast kicked up a massive hoof, but Killer caught it in one hand and cracked it with an easy squeeze, his enormous bicep flexing and bulging with power before he lashed out a brutal kick in the beast's belly, shattering ribs like breadsticks and sending the wolf skidding dozens of feet away.

Cerberus rolled onto his back and pushed himself up, snarling furiously and blasting vicious discharges of unfocused magic force towards the liger, but Killer charged through those like they were nothing but a soft breeze, eyes glowing with pure, brutal power, and a shockwave of telekinetic force smashed into the three-headed beast with enough violence to toss it flying hundreds of feet away, crashing violently into one of the trenches and turning it into a messy crater as it bounced three times before scratching its way to a stop.

The beams of energy now had a clear line of sight on Killer and crashed down on him with a vengeance, the ground disintegrating under the liger's feet as a series of explosions rattled the world around him, before a powerful, supernatural hurricane attempted to sweep him off his feet, but the huge male only flexed his enormous musculature with an eager, cruel grin, shoving back against the might of thousands of mages with his terrifying physical strength, his hands pushing against the laser-like beams of magic as he continued to advance, his feet tearing deep prints in the ground. Ice spread over him, encasing him in a thick prison of extreme cold, but Killer only laughed and arched his back with a snarling grin, flexing and disintegrating the iceberg in an explosion of fragments that tore into the ground all around him like the shrapnel of an artillery shell.

Immediately, he charged forwards with a roar, energy crackling viciously around him as an enormous amount of magic energy massed up against his palms, squished helplessly against his fearsome and unmovable strength, until he threw his weight forwards and hurled the beams back against the two immense towers, grinning as several of the prisms cracked and then exploded into shrapnel, tearing apart large groups of mages and sending corpses falling down like meteors with long crimson tails made of blood.

"Is that all you can do...?" The huge male roared, grinning widely and spreading his arms, his height increasing even further, energy crackling around his form as he looked at Cerberus as the beast howled its challenge and charged forwards once more. Killer met the enormous beast in a clash of strength, leaning forwards and seizing the large wolf behind the forelegs, his back arching as he hefted the monster off the ground once more, ignoring the talons grinding on the back of his black armor as he lifted the legendary guardian of Hell high above his head, squeezing hard onto his body and loudly shattering several ribs before he slammed the monster down into the ground once more, wrestling the dog down onto his flank. Cerberus struggled and kicked with all his strength, but Killer only grinned savagely, seizing the wolf-head by the throat and smacking it brutally into the ground, blood spraying up thickly as the skull cracked loudly, the god's muscles flexing and bulging, his massive form growing even more as he effortlessly pinned the beast down, eyes glowing solid sapphire as his whole being thrummed with power. The defenders on the wall stared in awe and terror as Killer slammed Cerberus's muzzle down into the ground again and again, laughing as teeth broke off and blood and drool puddled on the ground, before the liger seized into one of the huge rib-like bone spikes on the back of the monster and almost playfully snapped it in half, before spinning the sharp end tip-down to stab it viciously into the wolf's chest. "Stop me if you can, Hell...! I'll rape you into being my little bitch!" Killer challenged, a snarling laughter coming out of his throat as the cannonballs bounced uselessly off, smashing into his immense musculature and failing to even scratch him, while the focused beams of dark magic held him constantly under fire but miserably failed at even gaining his attention. The dark god almost playfully smashed Cerberus down, single-handedly overpowering the huge monster and pulling his other hand back, slowly balling it into a heavy, deadly fist while Cerberus whined and cried, staring at the huge knuckles with a begging whimper, pure terror evident in his bloodied, ruined muzzle. "You are just a big, fluffy puppy..." Killer teased, grinning predatorily before ramming his fist down into the unicorn skull with tremendous force, the monster writhing with a cry of pain as the horn shattered into pieces and the thick bone cracked and crumpled inwards, the flames burning into the eye sockets trembling and almost dying out.

The wolf's terrible tail whip-lashed against Killer, but the liger easily caught it in his hands, the large vertebrae cracking audibly as he jerked hard on the long appendage, straightening up in all his imposing height and lifting the monster high into the air, slamming it back-first into the ground, then hefting it up again to smash it down in the other direction, laughing as he beat the dog down into a whimpering, boneless heap. Killer then began to turn around on the spot, grinning as he hefted the wolf off the ground again, spinning faster and faster and then finally throwing the beast like a ragdoll, sending it crashing like a meteor into the wreckage of an assault tower.

The wolf smashed into a massive steel beam, his spine creaking sinisterly as the violence of the impact bent the steel element like it was a mere blade of grass, and Cerberus collapsed into the mud with a growl of agony and confusion, unable to believe the strength and ferocity of the god... But Cerberus still pushed up to his paws and hooves, blood leaking out of its many wounds and several broken bones grinding audibly within him but a snarl of fury coming from all three mouths as it charged forwards once again, vomiting fire from his skeletal mouths and massing up energy in a massive, crackling sphere within his wolf maw, while lightning bolts of dark magic darted forth from the bone-spikes on his back.

Killer grunted as he slammed his massive fist into the incoming lightning bolts, gritting his fangs in a vicious grin as the magic discharge enveloped his arm, but then quickly dissolved as he hungrily consumed all the energy, devouring it to feed his own strength as he flicked his other hand idly out, laughing as the dark flames bowed to his will and exploded back against the wolf, sending Cerberus crashing on his face with a howl of pain, his mane and fur burning and smoldering even as he rolled onto the ground, pushing his burning muzzle into the cold mud. The beast glared at Killer with pure hate, finally spitting the tremendous beam of focused dark force against him, but the liger easily snagged it out of the air, muscles bulging with terrifying strength as he crushed the dark energy into an even more compact and terrible spear, before hurling it against one of the two immense towers. The circles of runes glowed brightly and the barrier protecting the fortress flashed into sight with a crackle of magic, but the force in Killer's throw was such that the javelin tore right through the shield and smacked into one of the gigantic crystal prisms, breaking it in two halves and sailing through, finally exploding after piercing out of the other side of the tower, disintegrating a line of battle mages and ripping apart several others in a wide radius.

Cerberus missed a step in front of that demonstration of power, his charge slowing down for a moment and almost breaking as the beast hesitated, but the liger only grinned gamely and surged forwards, leaving no room for indecision. The wolf howled and poured all his energies into a series of lightning bolts, bombarding the god with all it had to offer and picking up as much speed as he could, finally leaping towards the liger.

Killer, in the same time, had reached up with both hands, seizing the handles of the two Azura blades and extending his index fingers to push the hidden triggers, releasing the twin swords and swinging them in front of himself, smirking as motes of energy ran down his powerful forearms and then solidified into golden chains that secured the handles to his limbs. The god raised the two heavy blades in front of himself, crossing them to form a crimson shield as a whole storm of globular lightning bolts struck him and exploded, the massive blast making him skid backwards a few feet before his boots found purchase again in the mud and his muscles bulged, his speed again increasing as he tore through the bombardment with terrible ease, until he rammed his shoulder into the enormous wolf and sent it crashing backwards in a broken heap, skidding over the mud with a gargling growl of shock and agony, his vast chest horribly caved in and leaking a thick stream of blood. Killer walked forwards with a smirk, licking his lips slowly and rolling his massive shoulders as his muscles bulged even greater, his mass increasing and his eyes gleaming with entertainment as the ferocious wolf threw his legs up and gracefully rolling over, immediately running forwards again, drool flying from the terrible, damaged jaws. The god stood waiting for the immense beast, the Azura blades held easily up, the chains tingling a bit as they swung back and forth with the tremors of the ground pounded under Cerberus's paws and hooves, and the wolf lunged forth with all his forces, all three sets of jaws snapping viciously towards the liger, who easily spun both swords tip-down, pulling them up for the strike... And then there was a mighty crash that echoed again the bastions of Hell, and two sick, disgusting gargles coming almost in unison, blood spraying thickly out of the sabertooth and unicorn mouths as the Azura blades stabbed hard down into each skull, spearing all the way across to rip their way out of the lower jaws.

The wolf cried out in agony, biting only air before choking violently as two strong golden chains crossed upon his throat, biting viciously into his flesh as he crashed into them like a train, carried on by his own charge. Killer leapt easily out of the way, shifting his hands on the handles of the Azura blades to go into a handstand on the pommels, flipping elegantly to land on Cerberus's back. The beast immediately bucked, kicking his hooves hard out to try and unsaddle the god, but Killer stomped hard down on the wolf's spine, several vertebrae cracking loudly and sending all air exploding out of the dog's lungs, its paws skidding in the mud as he nearly collapsed, his belly grinding against the ground for a moment before it arched his back again, howling in a mix of outrage and agony, as lightning bolts of dark magic blasted into Killer, coming from all of the remaining bone spikes.

The god snarled in pain, flexing his enormous musculature and absorbing as much of that energy into himself as he could, growing even larger and stronger, until his growl turned into cruel laughter as the pain was replaced by warmth and pleasure, his body devouring all that magic and using it to restore his full forces, healing wounds and erasing all fatigue. Killer gripped into two of the largest bone spikes and snapped them like twigs, throwing the heavy pieces away and then lifting up one foot, stomping it on the wolf's heaving back, crushing the great beast of myth down into the mud while at the same time pulling the chains hard upwards, Cerberus choking violently and clawing desperately at the air and the ground as the metallic links tore into his throat and threatened to cut his head off, blood spilling out thickly and his eyes glazing over as drool flew from his jaws. "When I say bark, you bark, like the little bitch you are!" Killer growled, and he jerked hard on one end of the chain, forcing the sabertooth skull upwards and strangling the wolf head even worse, until Cerberus steered to the side, half-responding to the order, before it attempted to buck his arse violently up to unsaddle the liger, who only grinned wider and stomped one armoured boot over the beast's middle head, grinding his cruel toe-talons between the wolf's ears, grinding the flesh into a bloody pulp and almost uncovering the bone beneath. Cerberus cried out in pain and frustration, running towards the blackened remains of an assault tower and leaping sideways against it, slamming his back into a sturdy beam of steel, attempting to crush Killer in the middle, but the liger only slapped the heavy metal structure away, before jerking hard on the chains, almost ripping the two skulls out and causing the chains to rip open the wolf's throat, sending Cerberus crashing on his face, his back and chest heaving wildly as the beast struggled to breathe. "I said bark, bitch." Killer coldly ordered, crushing the wolf's head under his foot, and Cerberus whined pathetically before letting out a single, deafening bark that echoed against the wall. The liger laughed at that, smirking as he arched his back a little and pulled on the chains, a bit more gently but still in a clear command, forcing the beast up to its feet, before digging his heels into the spine of the monster, sending it galloping forwards. "That's a good little bitch..." Killer mocked, easily balancing on the back of the monster even as the massive muscles shifted beneath him with each lope, the wolf drooling a mixture of blood, saliva and vomit as the chains dug deep into his throat, his eyes filled with humiliation, fury and despair, his body filled with destructive power still. Powerless, caged rage against the liger... fury that Killer at once caused and dominated, easily directing Cerberus into a turn with an easy jerk of the "reins" and a stomp of his foot on the beast's head.

The demons on top of the wall stared in terror at the charge of Cerberus as Killer led him towards the long and narrow bridge leading towards the ravelin, the low triangular bastion that shielded the Black Gate. The surviving prisms in the two artillery towers trailed their beams of focused magic against the beast, but Killer regarded the glowing rays of energy as he would normal sunrays, grinning as he rode through the onslaught like it would, at most, tan him. He looked up at the immense towers, licking his lips as he clearly felt the terror, the disbelief, the despair burning within the mages gathered around the prisms as their precious, ancient spells proved completely useless against his fearsome physical might, and the liger laughed, his voice booming over seemingly the entirety of Heaven, thundering louder than any storm as he mocked: "You are nothing to me... nothing but dust...". The liger laughed, his body thrumming with tremendous, terrifying power as his muscles flexed and bulged eagerly, reality trembling and warping around him as he savored the feeling of omnipotence, the delicious sensation of being absolute, matchless, as hundreds, thousands of demons up on the wall suddenly fell to their knees and gargled, trembling violently before simply exploding into crimson pulp, their very essence ground into the stone parapets as they were squished out of existence. Killer adored that absolute power, that unfair superiority, that feeling of being limitless, of growth and strength and endless potential. He had tasted it for the first time in his youth, when he had discovered just how ridiculously stronger and greater he was than the puny prey species, that he could ridicule and humiliate in every way. That omnipotence truly called to him, truly aroused him, and he was insatiable for it and he did not want to resist the call. He was doing things that no god of the past had been able to accomplish. He was ridiculing Hell itself, and his power now dwarfed demons and monsters, not just weak mortals. It was delicious, and he wanted more.

Cerberus howled its frustrated rage and helpless pain, drool flying from his jaws as he eyed the demons on top of the ravelin, glaring at them with terrible hate as they frantically worked to aim the heavy cannons at Killer as he guided the wolf onto the narrow bridge, ignoring the deluge of bullets that slammed uselessly into his powerful body, bouncing pathetically off when not literally melting in midair when his energy crackled with eager violence. The wolf really hated the god on his back, but there was nothing he could do against such a monster, so his rage now sought easier prey on which to inflict the same misery and pain he felt. The demons on the ravelin seemed to read it into the beast's eyes because they aimed several of the cannons downwards, straight at Cerberus, before opening fire in a tremendous barrage that hid the entire bastion into a dark cloud of smoke, while cannonballs of focused magic force whizzed down along the bridge, seeming to tear apart the very air and leaving behind them streaks of spiraling smoke.

Killer smirked as he saw them coming, able to see each spin of the projectiles as if they were moving on slow-motion, and he easily balanced on the back of Cerberus, loosely holding the "reins" with one hand while the other went up to seize Wyvern's handle, drawing the sword out with a majestic swing, the large flat of the blade smacking into the incoming solid shots and slapping them back like flies, sending them crashing into the ravelin with a series of explosions that threw bricks and fragments of stone and blood in every direction, a chorus of shrieks coming from beyond the fog.

Several more cannonballs struck into Cerberus and several more went short, smashing into the narrow bridge and demolishing part of it before bouncing forwards again, the explosions enveloping the giant wolf and making it snarl in a mix of pain and fury as it leapt past a crumbling section of the bridge, lashing out his giant paw to slap one of the solid shots into the river bank, before magic crackled between the bone spikes on his back, discharging in arches from one bone to the next, until two massive lightning bolts shot towards the top of the ravelin, smashing into the huge cannons and turning them white with heat as the electricity ran down the heavy barrels and shot through the bodies of the demons working around them, burning bodies into ashes and turning armor plates into incandescent blades that bit deep into flesh and bone. A grenade-machine gun opened fire from the parapet, spewing out a long burst of shells loaded with Unworld residue that crashed into Cerberus and began to eat away at his body, making him rear up on his hooves with a howl of agony, and Killer immediately glared at the Nightmare aiming the large gun, giving it barely a moment to panic before he was crushed into a splatter of bloody pulp by a tremendous, invisible but undeniable force. The heavy gun disintegrated before a second demon could grab its twin handlebars and press the trigger-button, and Cerberus's three heads all focused on the unfortunate creature, glaring at the demon through the smoldering of flesh and bone as the Unworld residue cruelly consumed its way in. The wolf opened its terrible jaws and fired three enormous darts of dark energy that pierced the demon from side to side and blasted him off his feet and into the air, sending it spinning past the other side of the ravelin to crash bonelessly into the haunted waters of the Styx, which immediately dragged the body to the bottom.

In the same moment, another artillery barrage coming down from one of the square towers smashed into the side of the already damaged bridge, pulverizing a long stretch of it under Cerberus's hooves, the wolf snarling as he leapt past the abyss just to see another series of explosions disintegrating the whole length of the passage. The beast tensed his body and extended his claws as if trying to touch the distant ravelin, his eyes bulging as it looked down at the ghost-infested water far below, but Killer only grinned, and swung Wyvern skywards, causing the waters of the Styx to explode upwards in the form of a colossal serpent that lunged against the solid bastion with the roar of a million souls.

Cerberus landed on the back of the serpent, expecting to sink in and be clawed apart, but the souls supported his paws instead and the enormous wolf rode onwards, roaring against the ravelin as some of the demons still on top of it, insane with panic, all but jackknifed the parapet and threw themselves into the moat, where the Styx eagerly drowned them and turned them into yet more ghosts.

The defenders on top of the wall stared in awe as two colossal, skeletal hands made of angry souls pushed out of the waters of the moat, rising on either side of the ravelin and clamping viciously down on it and on the few demons left, Killer flexing his enormous musculature and smirking as the ancient stone walls creaked and the immense blocks began to burst out of the structure before it simply imploded, crushed into nothing but a pile of bloodied ruins and mangled, bent cannon barrels.

A group of Nightmares pushed out of a hatch that had somehow survived the collapse, rushing out on top of the ruins and forming a double line, aiming massive rifles at Cerberus and Killer as they charged in, but their bullets of dark energy could nothing against the mass of the two giants. The Nightmares stumbled backwards in terror as the gigantic serpent of ghosts opened its jaws and stretched out its forked tongue, revealing terrifying fangs that glared at them with dozens of furious, glowing eyes, but there was nowhere to flee to and no time to make more than a few steps anyway. The serpent slammed down into the double line of demons and snapped its deadly jaws shut on four of the horse-like creatures, tearing them into shreds and swallowing the remains to turn them quickly into ghosts, while the other demons were blown off their feet like ragdolls, their shrieks first rising unbearably high then abruptly falling silent as hundreds of furious souls tore through them until they simply burst into clouds of crimson rain.

Cerberus smashed down into the last ones, slamming one gigantic paw into a Nightmare and tearing it in half like a toy, the legs flopping onto the pile of ruins while the torso flew away streaking blood, before another demon was crushed under the other paw with a sick, terrible crunch, the wolf ramming his massive chest into two more and knocking them sprawling like pins before biting the head off another.

Killer easily guided the beast in a tight turn, jerking on the chains with one hand and slashing Wyvern downwards with the other, chopping the arms off a Nightmare that was driving a spear towards Cerberus's side, before kicking the demon hard in the face, blood spraying up from its muzzle as it exploded into pieces. Cerberus kicked his hooves up as a couple of demons attempted to assault him from behind, jumping out from behind a shattered, half-collapsed wall, and the impact sent both flying away in boneless heaps of maimed flesh, just as Killer leaned forwards, one foot pressing down on the wolf's head, to swing Wyvern hard into the last few Nightmares as they formed two groups and attempted to work their way around the flanks of the mythical beast. The enormous crimson blade easily chopped a couple of spear shafts and tore through armor like it would through butter, bones snapping like twigs as one hellish horse was sliced into two from hip to shoulder, the blade lodging hard into the second assaulter in line and hefting it off his hooves before the sword severed right through, and the two bloody halves flew in opposite directions, while Wyvern cut through the rest of the group like a scythe through corn, tossing devastated bodies away in a great splatter of blood that painted the mountain of ruins crimson.

The liger twisted the end of the chains around his wrist and pulled to guide Cerberus around, leading him to the other long bridge that headed straight for the Black Gate. The drawbridge was closed, of course, and it shielded the door itself with its majestic black mass of hellish steel, with cruel spikes and thorns jutting out... and Killer felt Pamela shifting uneasily somewhere within him, and he felt a shiver of pain and anguish rattling her soul, before he gaped slightly as he saw the source of her quiet but blood-chilling pain and horror. Her body was nailed to the underside of the drawbridge, crucified with a massive spike through the feet and two more pierced across her wrists, her head hanging down, lifelessly, her fur and hair sticky with blood and vomit and drool and dirt and sweat, her breasts missing cut off like precious morsels that no doubt some demon had thoroughly enjoyed, and broken ribs stuck out through her flesh and skin, slowly dripping blood. Something massive had bitten off much of her torso, and enormous fangs had torn the flesh off much of one leg as well, while the rest of the body was covered in so many wounds, burn marks and bruises that it was hard to recognize it.

Killer remembered the reaction of Pamela when she had seen Cerberus, and he snarled in rage as he realized that the three-headed wolf had hungrily devoured whatever he could snag off Pamela's bones... and he gritted his fangs as memories flashed in his mind, memories coming from the tigress's soul, images that her eyes had seen, while she was dangled down from a tower, chained and beaten savagely up so she had no strength to defend herself with, and left there to try and dodge Cerberus's terrible fangs, dangling herself out of the way as the wolf leaped up from far beneath, eager to taste her flesh.

The enormous beast seemed to understand that the new rage of the god was all for him, and he whimpered pathetically, apologizing, begging for mercy, even knowing that there could be no mercy and there would be no pardon. The liger viciously stabbed Wyvern point-down into the back of the monster, blood spraying thickly upwards as the blade tore deep, almost sticking out of the wolf's belly, but stopping just shy, as Killer carefully avoided the vital organs for now, yet tore the weapon around, sawing a path of destruction inside Cerberus, one that would slowly but inexorably bleed the life out of the beast. The boot of the liger bore down forcefully on the wolf's skull, causing the bone to crack loudly, the beast falling onto his belly with a cry of agony, its paws and hooves scampering uselessly against the ruins, throwing up dust and dirt as fragments of stone and bricks slid and fell down into the ghost-infested water of the moat, as the god jerked hard on the chains and strangled the dog, the sharp links tearing up into the throat and almost severing the head cleanly off, blood puddling on the ground. "How did you dare, you dirty fleabag..." Killer snarled, tempted to just crush the beast's skull flat into the ground right there and then, or tear his heads off one by one... but he told himself to wait, to use the great beast for his triumphant entry into Hell first; to make the great wolf suffer some more before finally collapsing and dying. He ground his heavy boot down on the bloodied head of Cerberus, pinning his muzzle to the ground as his cruel sole and armoured talons maimed skin and flesh into a bloody pulp, bringing the white bone into view as scraps of thick fur fell off, the wolf crying and whimpering weakly without even hinting to a reaction, only trembling violently in fear and agony as Killer tore Wyvern out of his devastated insides and smashed the flat of the huge blade into his flank, shattering ribs like they were biscuits. Cerberus will pay for what he did to you, Pam... and I'll give back to you everything that they tore away... Killer calmly said in his mind, and he could feel a sense of warmth and relief in the tigress's soul as she quietly replied: I know you will. I'm with you, and there is nothing to fear. You are my Master, and I have everything I'll ever need.

The huge male liger jerked on the chains, growling a wordless order to Cerberus, who struggled up onto his paws even as his flanks heaved with broken, rasping breaths and his legs spasmed visibly. The wolf could not ignore the god's order, however, and it leapt forwards into a charge down the long and narrow pathway leading towards the Black Gate, ignoring the deluge of projectiles, arrows and cannonballs that viciously rained down from the top of the wall and from the immense towers.

Killer's energies radiated out of him with such tremendous power that the cannonballs were deflected away like flies, the smaller projectiles dissolving into nothing but dark smoke as his eyes fixed on Pamela's tormented, devastated body. Someone had poked her eyes out, and all her claws had been torn out of her fingers, leaving her body streaked with her own blood. She had been viciously raped, and stale semen streaked down her thighs, leaking out of holes that were bloodied and gaped open, violated without mercy by gang after gang of demons. She had been whipped, and beaten, and tortured in the most horrendous of ways, and there was almost no square inch of her skin that hadn't been cruelly carved by rusty blades to permanently mark her with insults and humiliating words, from "whore" to "fucktoy", from "bitch" to "fuckhole", bloody arrows carved in her thighs pointing to the bloody vagina and proclaiming: "she likes them huge", "Gigataur's fuckhole". Killer snarled in fury, horrified by the desecration of every inch of her strong, beautiful form, his eyes blazing with power and ferocity as he looked up at the walls, barely able to distinguish tiny moving shapes so high above him and yet hating them all for what they had done, until a ripple of his power tore through reality and smashed into the wall like some sort of titanic battering ram, dust and fragments exploding outwards in a huge clouds as the ancient, invulnerable barrier cracked from foundations to parapets, rattling violently as black energy tore up through the floor of the artillery emplacements and formed into a multitude of hideous, spiked and barbed tentacles that crushed the great cannons like cheap cans, lifting them out of place and tossing them around like they were pebbles, sending them flying like meteors into the ranks of terrified demons manning the defences. The tentacles brutally tore their ways into mouths and asses, penetrating deeply and mercilessly, impaling even the largest demons like they were nothing but toys, hefting them high off the ground and fucking and raping and destroying, mutilating bodies and annihilating holes from every angle, the enormous appendages pumping savagely back and forth and sending a deluge of blood and gore raining down from above as thousands upon thousands of demons were denied even the chance to shriek their agony, as all they managed to produce was a collective, deafening gargling and choking sound as the monstrous appendages bulldozed their way through throats, often a couple of tentacles pushing in either direction at once, bursting bodies apart like too-tight condoms.

The battle mages still sitting around the enormous prism-guns left in the two high towers trembled in terror but made a last ditch attempt to stop the dark god, all lenses trailing on the narrow bridge and blasting out a multitude of focused spells that mixed as the vast rays of energy overlapped, forming a gigantic laser that dissolved the bridge like sunrays melt snow. Even the ghosts in the water of the moat beneath were burned out of existence, the greenish water turning into toxic vapor as for a moment a dry canyon appeared, revealing the bottom of the moat as the water on either side of the magic beam was pushed away and vaporized before it could fall down into the gap to fill it up again... But Killer fearlessly charged onwards, straight into the beam, stomping one foot hard down into the bleeding wound he had opened in Cerberus's back as the beast cried out and attempted to swerve off the bridge in terror of the approaching, blindingly bright beam of energy. It struck them with incredible power, melting the scales off Cerberus's body and turning the wolf's blood into vapor a multitude of different spells struck at once, sending cruel daggers of black fire spearing through the beast's body while at the same time encasing it in ice, then magma, then crystal, the wolf howling in agony before all breath was brutally crushed out of its frozen lungs. The solid stone bridge under the wolf's paws dissolved, turning into nothing but dust, and the beast began to fall towards the burning abyss filled with magic energy down below, but on his back, Killer only laughed, spreading his arms and arching his back as his enormous musculature flexed and bulged, thrumming with terrible, impossible power as the combined forces of thousands of mages rammed into his chest... and failed to even just budge him, his own monstrous power devouring theirs like a lion eating a tasty, defenceless cub. "You are nothing to me... dust under my feet... no, less than even that..." Killer calmly said, his voice turning into almost an eager growl as he dropped his head back with a grin, loving the feeling of all that energy just getting lost within him, barely making a difference at all, like a drop added to the sea, as the last Seal flickered in and out of view, strained and damaged. And then he flexed, energy exploding out of him in arches of lightning as a ghost image of him, made of dark energy, came into view and expanded immensely, growing titanic, gigantic, muscles bulging with terrible power, monstrous physical strength radiating off the clearly visible masculine figure, as three pair of proud, arrogant bull horns pushed out of the ghost-image's skull. Cerberus's paws found purchase on a solid floor of energy, and the beast continued to charge towards the drawbridge while the already immense image of Killer grew even further, the terrible fangs gritted in a wide grin as the colossal, titanic figure grew to dwarf the wall, to tower taller than the two prism-bastions, his massive muscles barely flexing yet bulging with such strength that all of Hell trembled in fear, reality quaking around the titan, his monstrous malehood looming over the Black Gate, over the undefended wall that slowly but surely crumbled away while the tentacles finished raping the last few demons into shreds of bloody meat. The reek of masculinity, of pure overwhelming virility, of insatiable maleness, rolled over Hell like a steamroller, breaking minds apart, choking lungs full of steak-thick air rich with his scent, pushing lust demons into an uncontrollable frenzy and breaking the loyalty and the self-control of many more. The titanic beast leaned forwards with a lick of his lips, his hands seizing the two tall and slender towers even as the powerful magic seals put up by Satan, by the Princes and by the Scholars and Scribes activated and glowed brightly, pumping out all of their energy to repeal him.

The titanic monster didn't even notice, his fingers tearing through the ancient magic with fearsome ease, before gripping into solid lodestone and steel that had stood the test of Heaven's assaults but that now crumbled into powder with his touch.

All that magic, all those efforts to defend the Underworld, the combined work and powers and abilities of gods and monsters, of Scholars and Scribes, they all go unheeded, unimportant and useless against such overwhelming strength. The barriers exploded into tiny fragments and collapsed to the ground like shattered glass, before the circles of runes burned themselves out, gleaming one last time before being snuffed out of existence as the godlike beast grows again, muscles bulging even greater as his entire form flexed with amazing vigor, as he blotted out the sky with his immensity, casting Hell in his shadow as the immense roots crossing the "sky" of the Underworld writhed and retreated away from him, as reality itself shook with his power and presence.

The titan growled in entertainment and simply leaned forwards, pushing the two immense towers over, laughing darkly as he toppled them with the casual ease of blowing away a house of cards, his immense biceps barely bulging even as the foundations of the miles-tall towers tore upwards out of the ground, cracks spreading for miles in every direction as many underground floors, heavily fortified and armoured, were uprooted and tilted over on one side like they were nothing but toys, at least until the tension grew excessive and the thick, massive walls literally exploded, projecting titanic blocks of lodestone in every direction, like shrapnel. The two towers broke in half like breadsticks when his hands squeezed into the structure, and the prisms were knocked off the rotating tables and sent falling like meteors to disintegrate against the ground. Two twin, colossal clouds of smoke and dust obscured the wasteland when the two towers finally crashed into the ground and shattered, their glorious history ending in humiliating defeat with the dark god effortlessly pushing them over, just like that.

Killer's ethereal, monumental manifestation roared in triumph and challenge, rattling the solid, enclosed roof of Hell as his voice made the earth vibrate as if in fear, and he spread his arms wide, grinning widely as the already badly damaged wall, with all its bastions and forts, simply exploded in a hailstorm of fragments, ground into nothing but dust by a shockwave of pure power.

You... this is... this is glorious... Pamela whispered, in awe with what she was feeling, seeing and experiencing, and she shivered in a mix of fear and delight when the god's thoughts gently corrected: this is easy. The god guided Cerberus towards the forlorn-looking drawbridge, which now was surrounded by nothing but mountains of rubble and fragments of stone. The beast walked calmly over a solid path of energy, and Killer looked up at the corpse of Pamela, horrified by how badly maimed it was, and swallowing thickly as he felt the terror and pain lingering in it almost like a physical thing. There were shreds of energy still hanging out of the wounds and mouth and empty, bloodied eye-sockets, and he repressed a shiver when he realized that they were pieces of her soul, strands that had stuck to the body when her spirit had been brutally torn out of her to be banished into the Styx.

Killer... I... don't know if my body is... if it can serve any purpose anymore. Pamela quietly and sadly observed, and he could feel all her anguish as she looked at her own devastated form. He closed his eyes, focusing on her until he could see her features, until he could meet her eyes, and he tried to comfort and reassure her as best she could: I can heal all the wounds. Erase the scars. Make it your body again...

But even as he thought those words, he realized how empty they actually felt, as he realized just how much pain and anguish Pamela had been through with that body. That body had been violated and abused so viciously that it no longer was a temple fit for her soul, and just looking at it left Pamela hesitating, biting her lip in anguish, torn between the awareness that she had been born in that body, and that she had lived a good life in it, accomplished great things in it... and the new, painful, torturing dread she felt when looking at it.

I know you can. You can make it beautiful again... indeed, you can make me better than I ever was. But that body is no longer mine. Pamela finally whispered, and Killer nodded quietly, trying to grasp the full and overwhelming truth of what she was saying, of the pain that she had endured in his name, and feeling nothing but amazement and love and pride for her, for what she had done, resisting for thousands of years to Hell's efforts to shatter her mind and her loyalty. I... don't want to get back into that body. Too much has been done to it... and with it I could never serve you as you deserve.

Killer still reached up to seize the dead, bloodied hands, gently holding the stiff, broken fingers, looking at the bloody holes where her claws had once been, and he slowly, reverently pulled the wrists free from the cruel spikes that had been pierced through them, between bone and bone, to hold her aloft. The flesh had been ripped and torn by her own desperate motions and by her own weight dragging downwards, but the bone had resisted and kept her pinned in place to suffer every last moment. He hugged the devastated body to his chest, and the dirt was instantaneously dissolved, burned away by his energies. The stale semen leaking out of her holes and caking her features was burned out of existence, vanishing as if afraid to be near the liger's own masculine power and presence, and the blood streaks were washed away in one instant, leaving her fur clean, restoring some dignity to the remains of the courageous and loyal leader of the Praetorians. Pamela attempted to say something, to thank him for his kindness and respect, but no word made it out of her jaws and he gently shushed her anyway, the warmth he felt within him making everything clear, more than any word ever could. He balanced her head on his shoulder, leaning his own against her temple, to gently hold her in place even as he crouched to liberate her feet, pulling the ankles away from the bloodied steel spike, moving slowly and with the greatest possible care, as the cruel words torn into her flesh and marked with fire on her skin were cancelled, dissolved by his energies and his affection as he cradled the corpse in his strong arms.

The choice is yours, Pamela... I will do everything it takes to turn your wish into reality. He finally said, hugging her in his mind and feeling her warmth against his body, just like he was hugging her when she was alive. He could feel all her youth, her strength, her beauty and her desire and hungers and passions, from love for him to hate for her tormenters, to a deliciously predatory craving for revenge. And the captain of the Paladins took only a brief moment before responding. She didn't need it to think, but just to thank him for his kindness and to smile lovingly at how he stepped forwards, always, to protect and help those he loved. Give me a clean break with the past, Killer. This body, healed and purified... please, accept it as the last gift of the old me. The first gift of a new me. A sacrifice, unworthy of you yet made with all the love and the adoration this universe can contain. Take the old me away, I beg you... squeeze every little bit of worth out of me, and accept it as my gift.

Killer listened in silence, hugging the beautiful, athletic body of the tigress against his chest, closing his eyes for a moment to see how hers burned with determination, with adoration, with loyalty and belief. She gazed back at him with a prayer in her expression, before smiling and spreading her arms, shoving her beauty and her strength to him, slowly turning around to let him see it all, until she faced him again, bowing her head with a smile. Take the good away and leave the unworthy. May my body feed your unfathomable strength, however insignificantly so... and allow me to serve you and stay with you forever. She paused, looking at him with eyes that glowed with love and determination, and he swallowed a bit, amazed and delighted by her dedication and courage, until she blinked, blushing a bit and bowing her head slightly as she added: I have no right to ask for anything, but I hope you'll want me with you. In whatever fashion you will decide, master: I will happily become part of your energies. I will just as happily live on as a thought in your mind. I will do whatever you ask of me...

Killer smiled warmly at that, shaking his head slowly, and kissing the long hair on her lifeless head, his voice quiet and full of affection as he cut her prayers short by assuring: you will stay with me as the captain of my Praetorians. The fearless general of my life guard. The loyal defender, the weapon and the lover. A goddess of immense strength and invulnerable determination... with a new body, shaped by your courage.

Killer straightened on the back of Cerberus, holding her body in his arms and looking at the drawbridge standing tall like a wall in front of him, until the dark metal simply melted away into a white-hot sludge that the Styx hungrily devoured and hid from sight. The god needed only an easy tap of his heel on Cerberus's shoulder to send the wolf walking onwards, the beast nervously looking down through the transparent platform of energy that appeared ahead of his paws to support him and then vanished again as soon as he moved onwards, until his hooves finally slammed on solid stone, throwing up thick clouds of dust and stone powder. The killing ground that had separated the armoured drawbridge and the majestic, immense Black Gates was now nothing but a valley between two colossal mountain ranges of rubble and bricks and pieces of dark stone, the remains of the two tall towers that had been the dreaded and immortal symbol of Hell, the fortress that kept Heaven out and that caged even the worst monsters in. Now Cerberus had to climb dunes of powder and sand and walk around scattered, cracked monoliths of dark stone and shards of crystal and wrecked plates of armour. A thick, suffocating fog of dust and tiny fragments still persisted over the whole area, but the energies radiating off Killer were such that the cloud dissolved and broke in halves as they passed, pulling away to the sides like a bowing crowd of worshippers.

The Black Gates still stood, looking majestic even though the towers on either side were gone forever. Killer had not wanted to destroy the immense door too soon: he had promised to kick it open, and he was going to just exactly that, even as the armoured doors, countless meters thick and rising into the sky for miles, loomed like a black tower in their own right.

The immense double doors could not impress him, however, as his ethereal image loomed over them like a giant would above a mice, the ghost of his power grinning sharkishly down at the vast wasteland beyond, where countless demons had assembled to give Killer his "welcome party". An immense number of other demons had already turned back and escaped, running as fast as they could, and most of those that remained were terrified out of their minds and still in place just because the fear froze them stiff.

Killer did not care for any of them. He was ready to face whatever Hell would field, and all he wanted was to show them their legendary gate exploding into pieces when he slammed his boot against it. Hundreds of demons had already died, crushed under the collapsed towers, and entire garrisons had been crushed out of existence along with the Wall, leaving Hell's border open and undefended like it had not been for Eons.

And he wanted Hell to stare in awe as he brought Pamela fully back to life, as he blessed her soul with a new body, a better and stronger form that would turn her into an unstoppable force of destruction, a weapon worthy of his power, a guardian worth of him and his wider family. He was going to give her the strength she needed to exact her revenge from Hell and its warlords.

Thanks, Killer... shape me according to your desires. Make of me what your heart desires. I will serve you forever and ever, whatever your orders will be._Pamela tenderly promised, whispering in his mind as she was given intimate view of his thoughts, and he smiled warmly as he lovingly replied: _I always liked you the way you were, and I'm not going to change your looks much. Nothing in you needs changing... you are beautiful the way you are. But I will give you my gifts: your loyalty deserves them all and more.

And after a moment, Cerberus stopped right in front of the immense black doors, each armoured monolith of lodestone finally chiseled with bas-reliefs depicting the Princes of Hell and their battle against Heaven, and the resistance of Hell to the siege mounted by God and his angels... and the structure of each door was further reinforced with an exoskeleton made of dark, enchanted metal alloy, all of its parts jutting with cruel spikes. Among those, countless bones and skulls and skeletons could be observed: all of them angels that had been nailed to the door. Normally, the remains of supernatural beings dissolved after death, but some kind of cruel magic had ensured that those bones would not go away, staying there instead as grim reminders of the might of Hell.

Killer looked at the skeletal angel wings for a brief moment, curious to see their structure and halfway between horrified and aroused by that cruel destruction of purity. Of course, he had learned well by now that the "purity" of Heaven and of its angels was more myth than reality, but still his darker side felt all the appeal of plucking angels out of the sky and break them like pigeons. He grunted irritably, forcing the dark thoughts away and squeezing gently into Pamela's lifeless body as he pulled his foot up and then lashed out a vicious stomp, roaring as his terrifying strength hit the center of the great portal and caused the enormous beams of dark metal locking it to explode into pieces, tearing out of the solid stone blocks and shooting like shrapnel into the area to the back of the gate. A large area around the impact point filled with large cracks before simply disintegrating, and the two immense doors swung violently open, grinding on the stone floor before their hinges loudly shattered and the chunks of wall still holding them up simply crumbled. The Black Gate fell apart and rammed into the earth with a booming thunderclap, throwing up another huge cloud of ashes and dust, and Killer calmly lead Cerberus through the fog, towering on top of his back, easily holding the reins with one hand, Wyvern balanced on his shoulder as he made his entrance into the Underworld, the wolf panting and grunting in pain as his flanks heaved with each breath.

The area ahead of him was a desert of dark stone, scorched land and rivers of magma flowing through cracks and crevices in the ground, cascading down from high cliffs and "towers" of stone that Eons of cruel winds and tempests had eroded into a multitude of sharp spires and sinister figures that casted all sorts of weird shadows in the crimson light somehow coming from the titanic roots criss-crossing and spiraling through the solid dome of dark stone that made up Hell's sky. But beyond the lifeless valleys and canyons he could see the edge of the first Circle of Hell, and guess the immense extension of the abyss that made up the Underworld. Hell was a chasm, a deep and almost conical wound in the earth, so he couldn't see much other than the edge of the vast maw. The Circles, much like Heaven's Skies before the Cataclysm, were concentric, but Hell's ones got smaller, more crowded and darker the deeper they were into the abyss. Steep walls of impassable sand and cascades of magma and freezing water separated the Circles to ensure that the Sinners banished into the lower levels could never hope to climb out of their prison, but over the Eons passageways had been created with the construction of gigantic fortresses and monumental roads and bridges, feats of amazing engineering and bold constructions that had claimed the life of countless demons and lost souls to be built. Those castles were now ruled by warlords, governors of Provinces and by the Monarchs, who governed their Circle by positioning their throne right on the passage leading to the other levels. Regina had once lived in one of those castles, the fortress of Lust... now the palace was the possession of Sikanjal, but Killer had no idea whether she was home or not: she had been out of sight ever since their last fight.

According to what he had been taught by Ira and Vesta, the first circle of Hell was associated with the sin of Gluttony, with the second level being Sloth, then Greed, Pride, Envy, Lust and Wrath. Originally, the depth of each circle had coincided with the gravity of the sin and with the extent of the punishment, but ever since Hell had rebelled and declared war against God, the very laws of the Underworld had changed: souls were still punished according to their sins, but the punishment was no longer meant to inspire atonement and purify the tormented soul. Satan needed warriors, needed beasts and tremendous forces of nature to set loose against the Legions of Angels and so he had bedded and impregnated Lilith to give birth to the Firstborns, the Ancients, the Born Immortals: the first great demons, born out of the sinful passion of two fallen angels ascended to twisted godhood; soaked in the essence of the capital sins.

The Firstborns had given birth to powerful and prolific clans, breeding armies of demons that could rival and often crush the angelic legions, and had the demonic warlords not often turned against each other for crave of power they would have probably succeed in conquering Heaven. Hell's might had grown immensely over the centuries, as more and more demons were born into Hell, with countless others being forged from the souls coming from the Mortal Plane. God had created Hell to punish the souls of the sinners until they embraced change and matured into peaceful beings that were welcomed into Heaven with open arms. Satan turned Hell into a factory of beasts in which the mortal souls were brutally tortured until the Sin became one indivisible thing with the soul. The darkness was fed and nurtured with darkness and violence to create powerful, savage warriors with great abilities, and the most dangerous of those creatures were those based on Wrath and on Lust. Most never progressed beyond impressive but still basic power levels, but many became so enamored with their sins to morph into the devastating Mega or Gigataurs; into Passions... and a few even became Incarnations, terribly strong manifestations of their signature sins. It was something that Killer at once despised and loved: he despised it because it was such a deviation from what God had intended, but at the same time loved it because he had a natural taste and desire for warping the world around him to suit his wishes, and a craving for new servants, powerful and ready to give their everything for him. Satan's demons were not that distant from Killer's disciples in principle, and the liger was painfully aware of the resemblances, which made it hard for him to truly blame the High King of Hell's actions. It would have been hypocritical, at best... and he tried to quench his self-doubt and hesitations by reminding himself that he was working to end a war and bring back order. He was not always doing good things... but he was convinced he was doing the Right thing, and he felt that was more important. He ignored the hesitant horde of demons blocking the valley ahead, their presence unworthy of his attention and their threats and weapons too weak to impress him in any way. Instead, he gazed up at the Great Spire, the titanic fortress that stretched up from the very center of the bottom of Hell's abyss to reach all the way up to touch the dome-like sky. It was a colossal, impossible tower, a symbol of power and dominance that loomed over all of Hell, always visible, always immense and horizon-filling, no matter where one looked from. It was a fortress of incredible complexity, protected by walls and bastions of ungodly proportions, with a narrow road spiraling its way upwards around the column. Each section of the titanic Spire was a castle built on top of another, creating a succession of defences that no one could dream to breach. It was a nightmare of stone and living flesh, of steel and bone, of colossal chords of muscle and endless rows of deadly fangs that, together, formed bastions, walls, moats, bridges, suspended passages and torture chambers, prisons and great halls of power, temples and garrisons, rising up towards the crimson roots that covered Hell. The 7 main castles at the various levels were the fortified homes of the Princes of Hell, and the base of the Spire was the lair of the Scholars and Scribes, the custodians of Hell's history and magic, the guardians and the executors, the administrators that controlled every activity going on in the Underworld, just like the Metatrons did in Heaven.

And then, high up at the top of the Spire, another immense fortress, larger and stronger and darker than all others, served as Satan's royal palace, and Killer's exceptionally sharp eyes picked up countless beings, tiny because of the distance, that were working on it even in that very moment. The Spire had taken Eons to shape, and the work continued ceaselessly, adding a new piece every day, as new walls of flesh and muscle and bone were built literally by sacrificing hundreds, even thousands of demons and mortals and captive angels, all sacrificed to Satan's dark glory and to his hunger for power... and his obsession for security. That ungodly castle was a symbol of power but arguably also of fear, because the endless succession of towers and chasms and barriers had been originally built to keep God out; and now it was being reinforced even further to shield the High King from Killer's assault.

And there, at the very top of the spire, a gigantic circular balcony was clearly visible, with slender columns supporting high gothic arches opened on a glorious throne room, with a royal seat as big as a mountain, meant to rival or even dwarf the now shattered Throne of God that had towered over the jungle of the Fourth Sky. Killer gazed at the distant throne for a moment, a grin spreading on his muzzle as he snorted-laughed, rolling his massive shoulders slowly and savoring the thought of taking the seat away, to dominate the Underworld and turn it into his own dark playground. "What did Vesta say? She worded it pretty wonderfully..." He murmured with entertainment, turning his glowing eyes and his predatory sneer back onto the horde of demons obstructing the path ahead, licking his lips slowly before letting out a little sound of realization as he completed: "Oh, yes. I remember now... take Hell and rape it; turn it into your bitch. Such a good suggestion..."

The army of demons shifted and shivered visibly, the terrified warriors instinctively huddling together in a tighter formation, shoulder to shoulder, swallowing and staring fearfully at the god, standing on the back of Cerberus, one arm holding the body of Pamela gently up against his chest and the other effortlessly handling Wyvern. And their gazes then moved upwards, their fear turning into panic as they took in the full majesty of the titanic ethereal image of Killer as the horned monster loomed over the valley and grinned cruelly down at them. The incorporeal and yet very physical projection of the god's power was naked and glorious, sporting not one but two colossal black shafts, flaccid but already impossible for length and girth, swinging ponderously between his legs, pulsing with power, lined with thick veins across the obsidian flesh, titans of unquenchable virility that rested over monumental balls. The hands of the titan rested lazily on his hips but his body nonetheless thrummed with power, muscles bulging with obscene, terrifying strength as he dwarfed them all, casting them in his unforgiving shadow.

The horde suddenly wavered and looked about to break apart to make a run for it, but the demons were terrified that the moment their formation shattered, Killer would lead Cerberus into a charge and destroy them all with ease. They wanted to run away, but they were too scared even to try that.

Those demons were Killer's "welcome party": an army literally composed of ancient enemies that he had killed and sent to Hell during his life. And, given Killer's life, the immensity of the horde was not a surprise, because he had sent many, many souls down into the Underworld. The ones now standing in his path were just a fraction of the total. They were the only ones stupid enough to have stuck around for too long, rather than run away like so many others had done when the first cracks had noisily appeared in the wall. Many more demons had been warned about Killer's imminent arrival and offered a chance of revenge, but they had been wise enough to pretend the notice had never reached them.

Killer gazed down at the crowd of demons, unsurprised by the fact that most faces were meaningless to him, belonging to enemies too down low on the food chain to have a place in his memory, but many others made him grin as he remembered old victories. In the first row he spotted Dark, the gigantic black wolf that had once been the greatest threat to Kesteven, back when Killer was a young prince and general of his father's armies. Back then, Dark had used his extraordinary physical might and his sharp mind to gather vast support for the New World Order Army's cause, recruiting tens of thousands of soldiers from the southern areas of the mortal world, where the prey species thrived and where the hate for the great tigers of the north was a deeply rooted sentiment. The wolf had put together enormous armies, excellently equipped with tanks, armoured vehicles, helicopters and advanced technology, and he had then directed his forces into the Northlands, crushing several tiger kingdoms that still insisted on fighting in the old ways, using only muscles and swords or spears. Each tiger was worth dozens of the far smaller preys in the melee, but against battle tanks, heavy artillery and air attacks they could do little.

Killer, as general of Kesteven's armies, had been tasked with keeping Dark out of the kingdom and destroy his armada, and he had done exactly that, using his monstrous strength but also modernizing the army and leading it in a tactically and strategically wise manner, rather than answering to all problems in the same old ways. He had driven Dark back again and again, but the wolf had always been able to slip away from the battlefield and return soon after with a new army of angry southerners that craved the annihilation of all tigers. And one day, finally, Killer had managed to fix Dark in place, cutting his retreat and forcing him into a one on one that had seen him triumphant. Dark, that had had the Northlands terrified and on the back foot for years, became nothing more than a black fur collar that still decorated Killer's armor, and his wife and slaves had been taken into the liger's harem or raped into nothing but blood and gore smeared on his enormous shaft.

Back then, Dark had been a massive and powerful opponent, but as a demon he had truly gained a new dimension, growing larger than even the Gigataurs and putting up a massive bulk of muscles. His head was framed by heavy and ponderous ram horns and topped by a single, thorn-like spike jutting out of his forehead and crackling with magic. His legs were bent in unguligrade stance and he now had two hooves instead of paws, while his arms were grotesquely long and muscular, his knuckles almost touching the ground. Blades of ragged metal jutted out of his hunched back, flexing like alive things, some of the spikes retreating into his flesh while some others viciously lunged out whenever his powerful body heaved with his breathing, and crimson flames could be seen through literal cracks in his metallic skin, his chorded muscles apparently made of magma and bulging out with such size and strength that they tore through his own hide. A heavy helmet, cut in such a way as to accommodate the horns, protected his muzzle while adding a layer of additional fangs that curved down over the lips, and heavy plates of dark metal were also strapped over the chest and around the waist. The wolf's tail had been replaced by a massive quadruple whip made up of segmented pyramids of metal inserted one into the other, which would horribly maim flesh and muscle whenever they hit.

The wolf's muscular form was covered in scars, and on his bare abs he also sported a large tattoo, apparently realized with blood, that depicted an agonizing angel crying over his wings, torn off his back and tossed on the ground. There was a VII number nearby, and Killer knew that the image was the badge of one of the largest divisions and most ruthless divisions in Hell's army. The wolf was the commander of that infamous formation, and he had clearly wanted to show that the badge was not just a fancy claim, but a depiction of reality: somehow he had managed to stop several angel wings from dissolving and burning away into ashes like they usually did, and had instead crudely put them together to form a loincloth.

The gigantic black wolf grinned toothily at Killer, swinging up a cruel mace-axe, a terrible weapon with a massive, solid head of dark steel, octagonal in section, inserted with cruel blades at each corner so that it could cut as well as squish everything it struck. Dark licked his lips as he gazed at the corpse that the liger held against his chest, and he stomped forwards with a grin, rumbling: "I see you found the bitch... I raped the fuckin' soul out of her, and you should have heard how she shrieked and cried! She moaned like a bitch in heat right until I smashed my knot into her cunt. That shut her up for good!"

Killer felt his rage swell like an angry sea, but he only grinned coldly, remembering how he had fucked Dark's wife into pieces all those years before, still able to clearly see in his mind her bulging eyes, rolling up into her skull, the drool leaking from her maw, the orgasm juices streaking down his enormous shaft even as her blood cascaded to the floor, her legs lolling uselessly in the air as his gargantuan girth split her pelvis apart and turned her whole body into a bulging, deformed sack of meat, a too-tight condom that had soon shattered into nothing but shreds of flesh and bloody pulp. The god reached down to rub two fingers slowly over the gaping, ravaged holes of Pamela's lifeless body, and her soul vibrated with eager delight, her breathless sigh of need echoing within Killer as she smiled teasingly up at him and he smirked back... before Killer grinned mockingly down at Dark, shaking his head slowly. "You didn't stretch her out much... you are lucky that I've been with her only a couple of times, or you would have felt lost like a hot dog thrown down an alley. I bet she felt loose still, didn't she...?"

Dark's eye twitched with fury at the taunt, the wolf snarling furiously and stomping his way forwards, glaring at the other demons on either side of him as they hesitated, and Killer laughed darkly as he added: "Your wife... now that was a really tight fit! Is she here in Hell too...? She was a one-shot toy only last time, and I would not mind a second go."

"You'll pay for it all!" Dark exploded, roaring against the liger with pure hate, drool flying from his jaws as he barked: "Things have changed, Killer... now I'm the Scourge of Angels, and Hell has given me power beyond description! I will tear you apart, and I'll take back everything you stole away from me, and take your own family away for added entertainment!"

"Oh, so she IS here..." Killer taunted, grinning widely as he read the humiliating truth in the wolf's eyes. "She is here but she doesn't want you anymore... Don't blame her too much, though. She just has no use for weak and small things like you after I stretched her out so much. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her needs."

Dark howled in fury and stomped his hoof hard into the ground, causing the wasteland to rattle as a massive earthquake cracked the stone and sent black fire and magma erupting upwards, but Killer only laughed and gazed down at the incoming inferno of flames, causing it to explode backwards against the wolf, smashing him off his hooves and sending him crashing into the army of demons behind, knocking dozens sprawling like pins. "I promise you, she will love it... you've grown bigger and stronger in all these years, but it is nothing in comparison to what I've become. You might well be an Incarnation of Wrath now, but I'm a god, and you are nothing but dirt on my boots. If you weren't a being shaped by rage and hate, you'd be able to see and accept the truth by yourself."

"I will bathe in your blood, and in the blood of your loved ones!" Dark howled, angrily leaping back up to his hooves and crushing lesser demons underfoot like they were bugs, his hands clamping down on two much smaller monsters and crushing them into nothing but crimson paste. Other gigantic demons of Wrath advanced through the crowd to back the wolf, and Killer frowned for a moment before recognizing the "Immortal Wings", the cruel RA commanders, heavily enhanced with advanced cybernetics and demonic essence, that had terrified and tormented Glacial and made mincemeat of the mortal troops that had tried to fight them back. Killer and Alexis had destroyed them after bitter, ferocious struggles, and now they advanced against the liger once more, stronger and bigger than before, heavily mutated by their time in Hell. Killer recognized Aaron "White Wings", the first Immortal to fall during the war in Glacial, and there was no doubt that the RA warrior was many times stronger than he had been back then: he had nearly tripled his height, going up to almost thirty feet, and his flexible armour of dynema scales had become his skin, his body grotesquely bulked up with muscle. The backpack-power core on his shoulders had been swallowed within his spine, giving him a massive, bison-like back from which a small head, topped with enormous bull horns, seemed to barely push out, as if there was no neck to speak of. The fully enclosed Senses Augmentation System helmet that the warrior had worn in life had become a part of his skull, the armour replacing skin and a series of monstrous crimson eyes arranged in a circle on top of his head had replaced the original multi-spectral cameras and sensors.

The vast mechanical angel wings of titanium, feather-shaped blades were still there, larger than before, and two massive tails wrapped in segmented armor had sprouted out of his hunched, massive back, each of them ending in a massive mace-head that contained, apparently, some sort of jet engine made of demonic flesh, metal and vortexes of magma replacing mortal afterburners. Killer suspected that, even with his enormously increased mass, Aaron was just as fast and agile and nimble as before thanks to all that extra thrust. A whole constellation of floating shurikens still orbited around him, and the metallic blades now were mixed with small but cruel tentacles stretching out of unrecognizable spheres of gore and pulsing, bloody meat in the middle of each shuriken.

Kolna "Silver Wings" had changed as well, growing to over thirty feet in height and absorbing into flesh and muscle the massive mechanical exoskeleton that had protected his mortal form and given him supernatural strength and durability. Both of his arms had turned into tangles of long, massive tentacles made of sharp, cruel triangular blades glowing crimson with heat, and he now had four massive spiked tails, all ending in deadly harpoons of bone. A gigantic scorpion tail was arched up all the way above his head, and the cruel stinger was flanked by two large cannons made of an ugly mix of chorded muscle and black steel. His head was crowned by tall antler horns and his skull had mutated into an ugly two-level, elongated shape when his own SAS sensors had mutated into large eyes. His large wings were no longer silvery, as the steel had half-turned into bone, forming a skeletal structure of sharp, deadly spikes. The Decapitator smart mines that had floated around him in life were still there after death too, and they had all mutated into semi-organic weapons, each with a single large eye in the middle of a body now made of ugly, bloody flesh pierced with a multitude of bone spikes and thorns.

Khaari "Red Wings" advanced from the left flank, his eyes glowing with hunger as a long, spike-like tongue whipped eagerly through the air, leaking acid drool. He had mutated more, and in worse ways, than the other two, losing almost everything of his mortal form. Now he was a gigantic, forty feet tall tangle of chorded muscle; bloody, exposed flesh and bone spikes that jutted out seemingly at random, but forming cruel, prehensile jaws at several points of his body. Ribs pushed out of his chest, flailing angrily back and forth in the air, ready to clamp into an unfortunate victim and tear it apart like they were some kind of fangs-lined jaws. Tentacles made of muscle and of steel sections disorderly mixed together pushed out of his joints, of his biceps and shoulders and a large swarm of mutated Decapitator mines floated all around him, orbiting around wings that had a structure of dark steel and whipping tentacles of bloody meat instead of metallic feathers. Enormous, curved plasma blades pushed out of his grotesquely muscular and long arms, and his head was topped by a multitude of different horns sprouting at random from the skull.

"You are even uglier than you used to be, and believe me, it is saying something." Killer teased, smirking at the enormous beings, and the three Wings snarled as they pushed their way forwards through the crowd of smaller demons, who quickly scampered out of their way. Kolna spread his arms with a roar and leaned forwards, his scorpion tail flexing before the two large cannons fired beams of toxic green fire at the liger, but Killer easily stopped them in midair with a mere gaze, disintegrating the twin beams in an explosion of green poison that fell on the ground and sizzled savagely, burning through the dirt.

"We will have our revenge, Killer... Satan has given us great power. He has turned us into demonic juggernauts, and prepared us for right this moment, knowing that it would come! We have dreamed of this day for Eons!" Kolna growled, cocking back his arms and then lashing out his tentacles, the super-heated whips hissing through the air as they slashed their way against Cerberus and Killer, but the liger only smirked and flexed his massive form, unleashing a group of his own tentacles and sending them tearing into the tangle of crimson whips, the heat unable to hurt them in any way, Kolna's blades scratching loudly against the flesh of the black appendages and failing to break through, before the liger's tentacles sprouted with bone spikes and blades that hooked and ripped and tore their way into the whips.

"It doesn't matter how long you've prepared for this day... nothing could ever make you ready for me. Not even if you prepared for all Eternity." Killer remarked, smiling in entertainment as his tentacles first pushed hard together, crushing Kolna's whips in a tangle in the middle, before they began to twist and gyrate and grind into each other, crushing and maiming and disintegrating the monster's appendages in a slurry of metallic fragments, blood and unrecognizable gore. Kolna recoiled backwards in shock and cried out in agony and surprise, trying to tear his tentacles back away to safety, but Killer's monstrous appendages mercilessly savaged them into nothing but pulp. Decapitator mines and mutated shurikens angrily stormed through the air to bombard the liger, but Killer only laughed as they crashed uselessly against the solid wall of energy radiating out of him, exploding in a multitude of blasts that couldn't even throw him off balance, the shrapnel of metal fragments and bone bullets bouncing off his massive musculature like gravel thrown against a solid wall of reinforced concrete. "You are just nonentities... weak and pathetic toys..." Killer mercilessly teased, turning to look down at Dark as the wolf charged with a howl of unarticulated fury and swung his heavy mace-blade into the long tentacles, only for them to twist around the massive weapon, crushing it in their coils and jerking it hard away from the wolf, dragging Dark forwards like he was nothing but a ragdoll.

"You talk a big game, but we'll take you down. We live to destroy you and everything you care for!" Aaron snarled, flapping his enormous wings and flying directly against the liger, the engines on his tails spewing out long streaks of blue fire as he shot forwards like a missile, a huge blade of plasma pushing out of his wrist as large cannons pushing out of the flesh and muscle of the forearm blasted spheres of focused energy against the liger. Killer only smirked as his body greedily devoured the spheres of energy, harmlessly draining them of all their force while he single-handedly swung Wyvern upwards, the blade crackling with his tremendous force and cutting easily through the incandescent plasma, sending it splattering in every direction like nothing more than jelly. Aaron's eyes bulged in shock and he grunted as he turned his swing into a right hook aimed at Killer's face, while new plasma was pumped through his veins to create a new blade, but the liger grinned and jerked Wyvern easily back, chopping through the outstretched arm like he would through butter. Aaron shrieked as the severed limb fell down, Cerberus greedily snagging it off the air and crudely chewing it, the three heads barking and snarling at each other as they all tried to get the lion's share of the bloody morsel.

Aaron recoiled away with a flap of his wings, gritting his fangs in rage and disbelief, and Killer smiled in dark entertainment before tilting his head slightly to the side, faking intense concentration until he observed: "Oh, but you used to be four, didn't you...? Kumari, was it...? He used to be the strongest of you idiots. He threw his life away to become a demon and gain superior power. And he was still destroyed. What make you think you have any hope now, when I've grown to levels you can't even dream of...?"

"Shut up! You can't possibly dream to beat us back this time!" Khaari roared, his voice a growling, rasping sound that made Killer grimace slightly as the gigantic mutated demon stomped hard forwards, causing the ground beneath Cerberus to fracture and explode upwards just as he swung both of his enormous arms down, the plasma blades glowing brightly with terrible, inhuman heat.

Killer swiftly pulled on the chains, grinning as he easily steadied himself while Cerberus leapt on top of one of the large spikes of stone jutting up from beneath, his paws smashing down hard enough to crumble the rock as the beast leapt up against Khaari, and Killer leaned back to slash Wyvern hard up into the twin blades, tearing through both and deep into the beast's arms.

Khaari stumbled backwards with a shriek of pain, blood exploding from his limbs even as he opened his jaws and vomited a thick, poisonous fog that had Cerberus coughing and spluttering, his body trembling and going limp for a moment... before Killer hurled a small sphere of golden energy into the gaping maws, striking the back of the monster's throat and blasting Red Wings backwards with the resulting explosion, as much of the lower jaw simply disintegrated, leaving only a bloody, ugly hole in place of a face.

Mad with fury, the Wrath monster still charged forwards, and the flexible, deadly bone-spikes pushing out of its chest snapped angrily closed on Cerberus... only for Killer to slam Wyvern violently into them, shattering several of the ribs and forcing the others to recoil violently away from the legendary hellish wolf, which angrily clawed into Khaari's chest and sent him stumbling hard backwards as the smaller demons all around scattered not to get crushed under its heavy metallic feet.

The tentacles jutting out of the mutated body of Khaari angrily whip-lashed against Killer, but the liger only grinned in dark entertainment and leaned forwards, stomping on Cerberus's head as he lunged forth with a tremendous punch that caught Red Wings in the already devastated face, shattering bone with a loud, sick crack and sending the titan crashing down on his back. Cerberus all too gladly pinned down the monster and all three heads dived down to bite viciously into throat and shoulders, the terrible fangs ripping up large chunks of meat as Khaari uselessly struggled, his eyes blinded by his own blood splattering thickly out of his wounds.

Kolna, Aaron and Dark hesitated, staring at Killer with hate and shock as the liger looked down at them, easily balancing on the back of Cerberus even as the wolf ravenously devoured pieces of Khaari, the enormous demon doing what it could to struggle and attempt to break free, the tentacles of his wings all arching up into the air to slash against the liger, but they all slammed uselessly into a solid wall of crackling energy that caused them to burst on fire. Khaari screamed again, writhing in pain and directing other tentacles against Cerberus, but the large beast angrily took them in his jaws and ripped and chewed everything it could reach, growling in pain and fury as other of the cruel appendages stabbed viciously in his belly and in his hind legs.

Killer's enormous tentacles crushed Dark's massive weapon like it was a toy made of paper, crumpling the dark steel and dumping the shapeless wreck onto the ground with contempt before they arched ominously high into the air, whipping slowly from side to side and seeming to hungrily glare down at their prey as the liger grinned and shook his head slowly. "You bunch are not worth my time. You are as insignificant as gnats in front of me... but your despair is amusing, I will admit. Let me show you how nothing you do has any hope of working against me..." Killer spread his powerful arms as the titanic, immense ethereal image of his greater, godlike form slowly, majestically squatted and reached down with a huge hand, taking Pamela's lifeless body between index and thumb, effortlessly hefting the corpse high up in front of his eyes.

The titan looked at the small body for a brief moment, grinning and licking his lips with cruel hunger, before he threw his head back and opened his massive jaws, stretching his long and forked tongue out, allowing the small body to fall onto it and into his mouth, like nothing but a tender appetizer.

Thank you, my god. May my body feed your power. May it please you. May my worthless mortal flesh prove an acceptable morsel... Pamela whispered, her soul burning with desire, with pleasure, with gratitude even as it trembled with fear and anticipation, a moan coming from her as the titan began to chew down on her body, tearing it apart, grinding flesh into bloody paste, streaks of red running down Killer's chin as he swallowed the raw flesh and crumbled the bones under his massive fangs. Yes, my god... yes... it is all yours... I'm all yours.... Pamela cried quietly, her soul trembling with the agony of destruction of her body and yet pleasure and new energy filling her, an orgasm shaking her as Killer swallowed a large chunk of her old body. The god's own soul seemed to hug hers, his heat and strength and love making her feel protected and valued, as Killer grinned down at Dark and at the terrified Immortals, before leisurely pulling up his hand, holding the reins of Cerberus up with just his thumb, knowing all too well that the wolf would not dare attempting anything anyway. "You thought you had taken Pamela out of the picture. You thought you had stolen her away from me. You thought you raped and destroyed her... but in truth, you have accomplished nothing." Killer coldly announced, his eyes glowing with power as energy crackled down his arm and then exploded out of his palm in a lightning bolt that struck the ground, sending a ripple of power tearing across the wasteland.

Dark recoiled in shock as the lightning bolt began to take a solid, well defined shape, a feminine, glorious body appearing out of thin air, built of golden, blindingly-bright energy that caused dozens of the lesser demons around the wolf to catch fire and be consumed down into ashes. Feet rapidly took shape, followed by long, beautiful and powerful legs that bulged with toned, flexing muscle. Glorious calves were followed by mighty, muscular thighs and then by curvaceous, spectacular hips, a torso chiseled in marble, sporting rippling, powerful abs topped by large, firm breasts... and a moment later, Pamela was grinning sharkishly down at her rapist, Killer's hand resting gently on top of her head as energy crackled loudly around her, her fingers stretching and then balling into fists as she closed her eyes with a sigh of delight, flexing her new and mighty musculature as she savored her new power, greater than anything she had ever dreamed of.

The golden glow of his energies became even more intense before ceasing entirely with a loud crackle, electricity discharging through the air as Pamela let out a sigh of ecstasy, completely naked and glorious, her massive biceps bulging as she pulled up her fists and grinned, hissing through her gritted fangs: "Power... such power..."

Great angel wings, as black as a starless night, pushed out of her powerful shoulders and spread in all their majesty, all six of them opening their great spans and then flapping lightly as energy crackled around them... and tall, spiraling antelope horns pushed out of her skull. Her features were unchanged, her gracious face perfectly recognizable, all the way down to the thin scar on her cheek. Her eyes burned with sapphire flames and her long hair slowly floated in the air, the rich bangs flailing a bit, as if they were alive things, her energy radiating off her in burning hot waves as arched her back and rolled her shoulders, grinning widely. "A goddess... I'm a goddess now, a destroyer of worlds, a force that dwarfs the stars..." She paused, turning her head sideways to look up at her master, smiling as she discovered that she was now only a head shorter than Killer, whereas he had towered over her by many feet in the past. "And all of this power is for you to command, Master. Yours to do with as you please. A goddess I might be, but I'm nothing but worthless meat without you."

The nectar of her pleasure dribbled out of her tight, black-fleshed sex, the pearly juice streaking down her legs all the way to the floor as she pushed her head into his palm like a kitten eager for contact and affection. She had no time to spare for the armada of demons assembled before her, and she didn't give Dark as much as a single gaze, looking adoringly up at her god instead, stroking one hand down her strong abs and all the way to her labia, sighing in delight as she soaked her fingers in the clear, hot juice, pushing two of them within herself and then slowly pulling them out, shiny with juice, offering them to the god. Killer hungrily took both fingers in his mouth and suckled her tribute up, tasting her need for him, her lust and delight, before he slid his hand down the side of her face and seized hard into her neck, chocking her and hefting her easily off her feet as he grinned down at her. "You are mine forever. You are my bitch-goddess, my slave-general... you'll lead my personal guard, my Praetorians. You'll lead them to victory, you'll lead them in conquest... and you'll lead them in crawling to my throne, groveling like the little slaves you are; kissing my ass and sucking my cock."

"Always... always... that's what my life is for, my master, my king, my god." Pamela hungrily replied, her hands stroking the steel-hard muscles of his arm and then sliding sensually over the chiseled abs of his armor, her eyes glowing with lust as she gazed up at him with craving. She only let out a hiss of bliss when the flesh of her neck began to smolder and sizzle, his hand glowing with terrible energy that wrapped in loops around her throat, squeezing hard, until it solidified into a large, thick collar of silvery metal. He let go of her neck after a moment, grinning as her flesh still smoldered, and he and the new goddess both took a look at the jewel born out of his energies: it looked like it was made of interwoven thorny vines, the small but sharp spikes biting lightly into her own flesh and poking outwards from the thick criss-crossing "branches" of silver, while a large clasp at the front had the shape of a large shield decorated with a roaring lion head. A multitude of swords and blades and rifles were crossed behind the shield, while rows of bullets formed laurel branches on each side of the shield. Engraved under the lion head on the shield, small letters glowed with crimson energy, composing the word: "defender".

She smiled in delight, reaching up to reverently stroke her fingers over the large clasp, and she whispered loving words of thanks, leaning into him as he seized one huge, plump breast and squeezed it appreciatively, before sliding his fingers down her strong abs to forcefully seize her groin, two thick fingers spearing into her and thrusting idly back and forth. "Perhaps you should just fuck me, here and now, my invincible master... right here, in front of all of Hell, to let the whole Underworld be your little cuck..."

Killer smirked in entertainment at that, pulling his fingers out of her and holding them up in front of her face, shiny with juice, a small rope of pearly nectar dangling from one claw, and she hungrily stretched out a tongue that had turned black and had become long, prehensile, strong and forked, demonic in appearance. She licked up the rope of juice with a throaty rumble, then wrapped her tongue around his fingers and cradled them into her mouth, suckling greedily on them, eyes sparkling with lust and adoration, gratitude and desire.

Dark and the Immortals stared at the scene in shock, fury and disbelief, until the huge black wolf snarled and turned towards a Gigataur standing at his side, grabbing the bull's massive axe and charging towards Cerberus with a roar of outrage. "Do not ignore us, you bastard!"

Pamela's eyes twitched and opened wide with fury at that insolent interruption, and she lashed out her muscular arm, growling around the fingers buried to the knuckle within her jaws, her tongue continuing to worshipfully lick and roll over them. Energy exploded out of the goddess in a violent shockwave that slammed into Dark like the swing of a cleaver sword, shattering the armor plate on his chest and ripping a ugly, terrible wound that opened his torso from hip to shoulder while sending him crashing backwards into the crowd of demons, while blood erupted from their chests as well as they were slapped back like flies. Kolna and Khaari shielded themselves as best they could with their arms, but solid blades of energy cut deep into their limbs and maimed flesh and muscle before cutting through the bone like they would through butter, while dozens of lesser demons around them all but burst into pieces, blood splashing out in waves over the rest of the terrified armada.

"How dare you address your god with such insolence, you vermin!" Pamela snarled after reverently pulling back and releasing Killer's fingers, cleaned and shiny with her saliva. "You should be thankful he still hasn't snuffed out your pathetic existences." The goddess turned to face the army of demons, grinning predatorily as she saw Gigataurs crawling away from her, covered in their own blood and missing entire limbs, several of them desperately trying to push their guts back inside their torn, devastated bodies as they coughed up blood. A Nightmare was gargling in agony, chopped in half at the waist, and a slurry of body parts and severed heads covered the muddy ground ahead of Cerberus, where her sheer force had disintegrated dozens of demons while sending the others crashing bonelessly away. "Look in awe at the power he bestowed upon me..." Pamela throatily purred, smirking in delight as she looked down at her muscular arms, flexing her biceps and clenching her hands into fists, hissing in delight as spikes and terrible blades of bone jutted out of her joints and of her back, before vanishing again when she relaxed. She aimed her palm at a Gigataur that was attempting to retreat away from her, and she flexed her musculature with a growl of bliss, bursting into laughter as the blades serrated out of her flesh once more and the giant bull had enough time to open his eyes wide in terror before he simply exploded into a slurry of shreds of flesh, blood splattering in every direction as he was cut into pieces from hoof to head. Kolna hurriedly pushed up to a crouch and swung his terrible scorpion tail against her, the segmented appendage hissing through the air as it whip-lashed with brutal force, the cannons on either side of the stinger blasting out their beams of magic, but Pamela easily slashed slapped aside first one, then the other beam, ramming her bare forearm into them and sending them wild off the mark, before she seized the stinger as it whip-lashed down against her. Kolna roared and leaned forwards in the assault, putting all of his strength in the tail-stab, but Pamela grinned viciously and wrestled the tail hard to the side, pinning it to the ground as she took the thick tail in her arms, bear-hugging it and jerking hard on it.

Kolna cried out in shock as he was dragged into the mud, using one arm to brace himself before blood burst thickly out of his back as the goddess tore the tail right off, hefting it easily above her head and dismissively tossing it away. "Kneel before your god, bugs!" Pamela commanded, and her eyes flashed with sapphire fire as her force erupted out of her once more, smashing down like a titanic hammer on the spines of Dark, Kolna and Aaron, sending them crashing on their knees with grunts of pain and fear, before she flexed and their faces were rammed into the mud, blood erupting from their hands and from their legs as invisible but very real blades tore through armor, flesh and bone to pin them helplessly in place. "And this is nothing... not even foreplay..." Pamela growled, her eyes glowing with energy as she looked down at the horde of demons, and dozens of them froze in place, then gaped, drooling in awe and desire as they were easily dominated, becoming nothing but puppets to her will, immediately turning around to hack savagely into their comrades as the guardian goddess announced: "And yet, all this power is nothing compared to my master's. To my god's. To our god's. Because you'll serve him too... everyone will serve him!"

Killer smirked and lazily rested one hand on his hip, holding Wyvern easily up on his shoulder with the other and looking straight down at Dark as the wolf struggled to glare up at him from the bloody mud, tears of humiliation and powerless rage streaking his cheeks.

From the rear ranks of the horde came other massive Wrath demons, mad with rage, that smashed their hooves into the lesser monsters that attempted to flee the carnage, forcing them back in the fight as the demonic army battled itself, the Dominated demons at the front hacking their way through the ranks with vicious determination, drooling like feral beasts and ignoring their wounds until they literally couldn't stand, many dying while still cruelly swinging their axe down into their comrades. The Wrath demons at the back threw forwards a barrage of spears as massive as telegraph poles, but Pamela fearlessly spread her arms, grinning as black armor plates, edged and decorated in crimson and gold, took shape upon her body: pauldrons wrapped over her powerful shoulder, each shaped like a lion head, with serrated blades forming the rebellious manes; vambraces of overlapping armor plates protected her forearms while leaving her mighty biceps in full display but for golden bands of metal that looked like they would snap every time the huge muscles bulged. Cups of armor wrapped around the lower half of her huge breasts, leaving her cleavage in glorious display; her abs bare and rippling with power above thick black belts with lion-head clasps, holding up a black loincloth decorated and edged in gold. Armor plates covered her hips, and flowing dark veils caressed her muscular thighs, while her legs were wrapped into black stockings made of countless tiny interwoven rings of metal within a sturdy fabric of solidified darkness, tightly modeled over powerful muscle. Segmented armor plates covered protected her shins and all the way up to the knees, while her feet were wrapped into armoured high-heel boots with deadly talons at the front.

As the spears approached, the goddess grinned and energy crackled violently around her, disintegrating several of the massive poles into flashes of fire, before she slammed her palm up into another of the javelins, causing it to spin on itself... and when the sharp tip had turned against the demons, she punted hard into the bottom of the pole and sent it exploding forwards like a missile that gave the wrath demons no time at all to react, or even panic: it pierced through a first demon with a crackle like that of thunder, blasting the giant monster off his hooves and skewering effortlessly another demon before pinning both to the ground.

She swung her arm up towards the last of the spears, and as she moved a glow of energy expanded in her grip until it solidified into a new weapon, which at first glance looked like an hybrid creation lost somewhere between sword and twin-headed axe. A two-handed sword handle supported a massive, long double blade, bulging outwards on either side like a twin axe yet long and pointed enough to resemble a broadsword. A deep indent almost separated the two blades in the middle, and the barrel of some sort of cannon could be seen sticking out at the base of the indent as she swung the massive weapon upwards and chopped the spear in two halves that fell harmlessly away. Pamela smirked in satisfaction as she gazed down at the huge double blade her master had chosen for her, and she easily tried its balance by slashing it a few times through the air like a sword... before she straightened and held the weapon tip-up at her side, and the handle lengthened to become a pole, turning the sword-axe into a deadly spear-halberd. It was a hybrid creature, heavy and bulky, that she would have never been able to handle properly in her old and mortal body, but now, with the monstrous strength of her muscles, she could strike as hard as a meteor and as quick as lightning, cutting and stabbing and cleaving according to the need of the moment. And when she spun the spear and aimed it at the army of demons, she tried channeling some of her force through the pole, smirking as it blasted out in lightning-bolt form from the cannon-muzzle, tearing a swath of destruction through the demonic ranks before exploding in a tremendous ball of white-hot fire, burning a whole group of monsters into nothing but ashes in the wind. "Beautiful... Thank you, my master, my god."

Killer lightly punted Cerberus with his heel, and the massive beast vomited a deluge of dark fire into the massacred face of Khaari, the enormous demon writhing in agony and shrieking as the flames consumed his form, before he rolled over with a snarl of pain and fury as the wolf stepped off him.

"I'll rip you apart, I swear, I'll fucking destroy you!" Khaari howled, his dark blood extinguishing the flames but not before much of his skeleton became visible through the wounds and the burned patches of flesh, his enormous arms flexing as he charged after Cerberus, new tentacles of ugly chords of muscle and deadly bone spikes erupting out of his wounds as his body mutated even further, expanding and growing larger. "No matter how much it hurts, it won't kill me... it'll only feed my rage!"

"I don't care." Killer coldly said, not even bothering to look back as the ethereal image of his titanic, godlike self leisurely hefted a gigantic foot and brought it above Khaari, casting him in a terrible, murderous darkness. The demon looked up in shock, unsure of what would happen, and his tentacles slashed hard upwards, shooting through the titanic but ghost-like toes, unable to cause any damage. "Your illusions won't work against me! Your tricks won't stop me!" Khaari howled, cackling maniacally, but the giant foot easily settled down upon him, toes wiggling with cruel playfulness as the goliath weight crushed the demon down to his knees with a grunt of shock and pain, his spine bending painfully and several vertebrae and other bones loudly shattering.

Khaari desperately pushed up against the gigantic foot, but the ethereal god only laughed darkly, mocking his desperate efforts by playfully shifting its terrible weight, beginning to compress the demon into the ground and causing bones to crumble only to move back up, just so the demon could splutter out blood and tremble in terror and fatigue, his resistance becoming more and more pitiful after each squeeze. Killer looked at him from over his shoulder, teasing: "Well...? Is the illusion a bit too real for you...?"

The titanic foot shifted forwards slightly and Khaari's spine loudly snapped, broken like a twig as the demon collapsed forwards, vomiting blood as he half-sunk into the mud, while a giant toe settled upon him and playfully rolled and ground him into the soft soil, the god savoring the cries and the useless struggles for a few brief moments before pressing his toe down, crushing Khaari into nothing but a splatter of blood and gore and then grinding him into nothing but crimson-colored mud, twisting his toe on the spot as if snuffing out a cigarette butt.

"You can have Dark... enjoy a bit of revenge. But let him live: I want to play with him later, and show him that I'll take really good care of his wife." Killer calmly said, smirking at Pamela for a moment before grinning down at Dark as the wolf uselessly howled his fury and struggled against the invisible force keeping him pinned down on his knees. The goddess smiled and licked her lips in delight, easily spinning her spear as she elegantly slid down the flank of Cerberus, cracking her neck lightly and walking towards the huge wolf. "Thank you, master... I need to flex this new body a little bit, although this dog won't be of much help in that." The tigress pushed her boot under the blade of a battle axe lost by a destroyed Gigataur, and she easily kicked it up to send it slowly spinning towards Dark as her eyes glowed and the invisible hand keeping the wolf pinned lifted off. Dark snarled and snagged the axe's handle out of the air, swinging the enormous weapon down with a snarl, muscles flexing and bulging as he leapt to his paws and howled: "You bitch, I'll punch your pretty face into pulp and rape you so hard you forget your fucking name!"

"With that dick...?" Pamela teased, smirking cruelly as her eyes glowed with entertainment. "It takes five of yours to go any close to Killer's girth. You'll better bring friends." The goddess snickered as the wolf's lips twitched in fury, his fangs gritted so hard that she could hear the teeth creaking, before Dark charged forwards with a roar of unarticulated rage, slashing the axe in a brutal upwards cut, Pamela easily sidestepping the slash and stabbing her spear forwards, trapping the axe blade in the indent between the double tip of her weapon, her bicep bulging as she pushed to the side and easily sent the wolf stumbling away as he attempted to hold on to the axe. Immediately, Pamela stepped forwards and balled her other hand into a fist, slamming it hard into the wolf's muzzle and grinning as blood sprayed thickly out of his face, several teeth breaking loose as the bone of his jaws loudly cracked.

The wolf cried out in pain and recoiled with the force of her blow, his muscles bulging with power as he dragged the axe back and finally managed to tear it free, slashing it crudely out at neck level only for Pamela to duck under the assault, the female ramming her mighty shoulder into his abs and slapping him off his hooves like he weighted nothing, sending him flying back into a bunch of other demons, causing them to sprawl back like pins.

Dark immediately pushed up to his hooves again, snagging up a large spear and hurling it violently against Pamela, but the goddess easily caught it by the neck and effortlessly splintered the pole into fragments and slivers of wood and metal as she gave it a squeeze. "What are you...? What the hell are you...?" Dark shrieked, shoving a Nightmare ahead of himself and seizing the arm of a Gigataur that attempted to flee, dragging the bull back and shoving him towards the goddess, but Pamela only laughed as she blasted the Nightmare with a discharge of energy from her spear, sending him crashing back in a writhing, burning corpse, before she lashed out her fist and hit the Gigataur in the chest, hard enough that blood burst from his mouth and exploded out of his back, and blades of bone jutted out of her arm and brutally tore through the bull, slicing his torso into pieces and sending them flopping wetly on the ground.

"I'm my master's weapon. The instrument of his will. The defender of his reign. The herald of his power." Pamela easily replied, swinging her spear hard down into the legs of another group of demons that charged forth to protect Dark, the blade cutting easily through the limbs and sending them crashing in bloody heaps on the ground that she ignored, even as she stepped over one, crushing the skull into a broken pulp, the blood staining her armoured boot. "And you are nothing but a disgusting bug."

Dark stomped his hoof into the ground and sent black fire erupting against the goddess, but the female only shoved her palm forwards and blew the dark fire away like it was nothing but a candle, and as the wolf charged forwards with a howl of rage, she swung her spear in a diagonal upwards cut that chopped his arm off, sending it hitting the ground with a meaty thud as the wolf's eyes went wide and a cry of agony escaped his lips. Dark glared at her with hate and fear, flexing his massive form as the broken bone in his shoulder expanded and grew outwards, a new arm forming, made of bones that grew into large, triangular blades that he angrily slashed against her, even as the pain made his body tremble.

Pamela was unfazed by his resistance, the goddess leaning forwards and stabbing the spear straight through his abs, the blade ripping out of his back and his spine caught violently in the indent as she effortlessly hefted the wolf off the ground, grinning in his face before swinging the spear hard downwards to smash him into the ground, again and again, blood spraying all over her powerful body as she demolished him, savoring her revenge, smirking towards Kolna and Aaron as the two demons struggled against the invincible force keeping them prisoner, all their efforts unheeded and unimportant no matter how they roared and snarled and shouted.

Pamela grinned in dark delight as Killer led Cerberus easily forwards, the god cutting a swath of destruction through the army of demons as the monsters became prisoners of the very same canyon they had chosen to blockage to stop the liger from advancing into Hell. Nightmares and Gigataurs and Chaos Spawns clawed at the tall cliffs on either side, trying to climb their way out, but Killer's tentacles easily plucked them and dragged them back down, ripping their bodies into bloody shreds, grinding them into pulp, impaling and raping them into pieces. The demons to the rear of the armada ran for their lives down the length of the canyon, looking back over their shoulders to stare in terror at the gigantic, ethereal Killer looming above as it began to leisurely walk after them, each step so long to easily keep up with their desperate running, making it all pathetic and pointless, making it clear that they were never going to get away.

"Watch, bitch... stare in awe at the power of our god!" Pamela said, grinning as she rose her spear towards the sky and held Dark up, his hooves kicking uselessly at the air as he gargled and clawed weakly at the massive double blade pierced right through his torso, blood streaking down his form, leaking from his many wounds as he gaped in shock, breathlessly taking in the sight of Killer easily slashing his way through the army of demons, dissolving entire groups into colossal explosions of pure energy.

The liger stood majestically on the back of Cerberus, lazily holding the reins with one hand while slashing Wyvern down into the demons massed ahead and around him, chopping their bodies into pieces and sending blood spraying onto the cliffs, painting the dark stone crimson while his enormous tentacles whip-lashed through the air with brutal force, crushing a Gigataur into nothing but pulp on the rough wall of stone to the right; coiling around a Nightmare and squishing him out of existence with a simple squeeze, tearing through the bodies of other demons as they desperately climbed their way out of the canyon; ripping and tearing and maiming and destroying.

And then the gigantic, titanic dark ghost looming above spread his legs a bit wider and squatted slightly down, grinning predatorily as it let his twin, godlike cocks, flaccid and yet monstrously massive and powerful, settle down into the canyon. The stone walls on either side cracked and crumbled, large parts of the cliffs falling apart in landslides that buried dozens of demons under a deluge of boulders and powder and dust and dirt as the tremendous girth of the two titanic cocks enlarged the narrow chasm while blotting out the sky, precipitating the horde of demons into complete, terrible darkness as they shrieked and panicked.

"He can never find a hole that fits..." Pamela teasingly commented, licking her lips and twisting her spear inside Dark's chest as the wolf whimpered and attempted to tear his gaze away from the majestic, terrible display of power. "I said watch, you ungrateful, worthless whore. You are fortunate to be allowed a look... you do not deserve such honor."

"Run, you maggots... run and scream. I like that..." The titanic god cruelly teased, leisurely pushing his cocks down with one hand as the two immense shafts, still flaccid despite their colossal proportions, bent slightly while smashing their way through the stone cliffs. There was a tremendous rumble when the two titanic cockheads rammed hard into the ground, and hundreds of shrieks were abruptly replaced by a sick crunching sound as two enormous clouds of dust and powder whooshed down the canyon in both directions. "That is your place, you puny gnats..." Killer growled, grinning sharkishly as his two cocks bulged with fat, throbbing veins, the goliath cocks bending a bit as he made sure to let the head and top part of the shaft settle heavily on the ground, and he savored the wet squelching beneath his thick meat as demons were pulped instantaneously. And then the titan began to leisurely walk forwards, letting the head of his cocks drag slowly over the ground, down the length of a canyon that he was effortlessly reshaping and enlarging as his girth tore into the walls on either side. Kolna and Aaron shrieked in denial, staring at the indescribably, impossibly enormous cocks as they drew nearer and nearer, steamrolling demons by the hundreds and crushing them out of existence as they tore a fearsome furrow into the ground, enlarging and deepening the canyon. The titan stepped forwards slowly and carefully, yet each little step made the earth rattle violently, progressing slowly enough that the horde continued to desperately flee, watching back and shrieking in panic and disbelief as the monstrous cockheads swept slowly over rank after rank, flattening Gigataurs into the ground and turning them into nothing but ugly red stains on the black flesh.

Kolna and Aaron were knocked down on their backs and crushed into pulp as the titanic cocks dragged mercilessly forwards, squishing, tearing, maiming, ruining and destroying everything even as the demons desperately attempted to flee, some even trying to fight, to hurt him, to do anything to stop him, but nothing mattered. The dark god didn't even notice their efforts, he didn't so much as feel the demons that he crushed into liquid, the bodies and the barricades and the weapons that he pulverized into his monstrous cockheads as he smeared the entire horde out of existence, with no effort, walking to the end of the tunnel and laughing mercilessly as he annihilated his ancient enemies one more time, his thick foreskin sliding slightly back as his cocks flexed hungrily, before it all rolled back down to cover most of the titanic heads, swallowing the few, little and pathetic remains of the army that had dared standing in his path.

Cerberus walked out of the end of the canyon, panting as blood leaked thickly out of his wounds, his chest heaving with the effort, while Killer easily surveyed the crimson-colored furrow in the ground, barely able to recognize any sort of remain of the thousands of demons that had crowded it only moments before. The ethereal, immense figure above straightened, and the twin goliath cocks lifted off the ground in a cloud of dust and debris, blood and dirt and gore and pieces of wreckage falling pathetically off the thick foreskin, as the titan rumbled in dark amusement and leisurely squeezed into the thick base of one of the monstrous members, until twin mammoth jets of dark precum fired out, hard enough to smack the ground like meteors, tearing open large craters that filled with the virile, powerful gunk and with sperms greater than white sharks and even deadlier. "That was way too easy..." Killer softly said, grinning as he flexed his massive musculature, cracking his neck slowly as he guided Cerberus around the edge of the flooded area. He wasn't really sure how he was doing it, but he loved being able to be in two places at the same time, in two forms, one of which was truly titanic, a foreboding of what he could become if he just allowed his power to reveal itself a little. He looked up at himself, smirking in appreciation and then shaking his head slowly: it was still absurd and unnatural for him to be able to do things just... wishing of them. Thinking loosely of something, and making it happen without even knowing how, still felt wrong and impossible. But that was exactly his problem: I still think like a mortal, far too often.

Pamela followed him out of the reshaped, enlarged canyon, easily holding up her spear as Dark struggled uselessly to tear free of the massive blade, only managing to hurt himself worse. Dark's eyes bulged in terror when Killer clicked his lips and pulled lightly on the chains and Cerberus meekly turned around, allowing the god to face his ancient enemy. "Well, Dark... you were much better sport as a mortal. Back then, the difference between us was less extreme. Now I look at you, and I can only laugh. I could toss you in there..." Killer paused and pointed at the huge lake of dark precum, where immense sperms swam in circles like hungry sharks. They were enormous, and their heads were pointed and armed with fearsome jaws with huge fangs, while tentacles jutted out of the sides of the bodies, while the long whip-tails were bulky with muscle and armed with spikes. "... and my throw-away sperms would eat you like the tender morsel you are."

The wolf clawed desperately into Pamela's blades, gripping into it and trying to push himself up and away, but the goddess only twisted the weapon in the horrible wound, grinding it open wider, shattering several ribs and pushing the broken bone outwards as he screamed breathlessly and shook his head wildly, terrified by the sight of the ungodly, cruel sperms. "W... what... the hell... are you...?" Dark spluttered, coughing up blood even as he vainly tried to lash one hoof hard backwards against Pamela, who only laughed and caught it in her hand, squeezing hard enough to crack it like an egg-shell.

"They call me the Amon-Ra, as you know." Killer easily replied, squatting on the back of Cerberus and resting one arm on a muscular thigh as he smiled into the wolf's eyes. "Apparently, the Amon-Ra is a figure of immense power, that will put an end to the squabbles in the universe. Peace through superior firepower, the concept seems to be." Killer shrugged, snorting lightly to signal his disinterestedness. "Am I, am I not..? I'm not sure, nor do I care. Some say I am, some say I am not. I'm Killer Huxley, and that's enough for me. I will still crush this war under my foot, just like I crushed you."

"The Princes of Hell will kill you. Satan... Satan will..." Dark growled, even as blood sprayed out of his nostrils and a long rope of his guts spilled out of the horrible wound in his torso. Killer only nodded patronizingly and lightly slapped the wolf's cheek, before opening a portal beneath him. "They are welcome to put me to the test. I'll need something more probative than you, that's for sure." Killer gave Pamela a little nod, and the Goddess grinned and aimed the spear sideways to let Dark hang just above the huge lake of precum, causing the wolf to cry out in panic as the gigantic sperms immediately rushed towards him, attracted by his blood as it leaked down into the virile, thick fluid, while his nostrils flared as the reek of masculine omnipotence coming up from below assaulted his senses and overwhelmed him, his dick growing painfully hard and yet shrinking down, shriveling away as if to run away and hide from the tremendous superiority of the thick male essence. "No, no... you can't... you can't do this to me... keep them away from me! Please, no!" Dark shrieked, struggling as hard as he could as his eyes bulged, drool flying from his jaws as he trembled and attempted to fold his legs up, as far as possible from the ferocious sperms circling beneath him, as the beasts hungrily devoured his blood.

Killer and Pamela laughed, the goddess lowering her spear until Dark's body almost brushed the thick precum, and the wolf howled in terror, looking at the god with a prayer in his eyes as the liger commented: "I'll have fun playing with you, Dark... I like how you scream." The wolf whimpered in horror, realizing that his voice was getting shrill, the tone lighter and higher, more feminine, and he felt his testicles shriveling and diminishing rapidly, adding to his horror as Killer added: "I'll make sure to bring your wife along, too."

Pamela moved the spear to the right, and she swung it down to send the wolf slipping painfully down along the blade made slick by his blood, until he fell into the portal, crashing down on the stone floor of Killer's dungeon in Eaglenest and looking around himself in terror as the darkness enveloped him, filling his ears with cries, with laments, with rasping, with maniac laughter and desperate prayers. Dark looked up at the portal, which now was a wound of light far above him, and he howled in denial as Killer grinned down at him while the vortex rapidly closed.

Pamela easily spun her spear, sending blood and pieces of gore and guts raining down on the ground before the blade and pole became incandescent with her energies, vaporizing away the stains of blood as she straightened and smiled at her master, bowing her head lightly. The huge male smiled back at her with affection, then turned to face the wasteland ahead, surveying the edge of the abyss as new armies of demons marched forwards in the desert, followed by several presences that he could sense clearly but not yet see, as they were still below the edge. He could sense enormous and very unique energy signatures, and without hesitation he calmly commented: "The Princes are coming."

"Assholes. They deliberately waited for you to deal with Charon, with the Wall and with your "welcome party" before showing up." Pamela coldly observed, leaning slightly on her spear and looking over the armies of demons marching up from the edge of the First Circle, as the standards of the seven dark gods came into view. "The cowards wanted you tired and wounded and low on energy."

"Yeah, but all they have obtained is making me eager and hungry, instead." Killer easily replied, smirking a bit as he gazed over the assembled ranks of demons. They were all high-ranking warriors clad in polished and spectacular sets of armour, but none of that mattered: for all their strength, they were little more than nuisances. Only the Princes had his attention, and he was eager to see them appearing past the edge of the abyss. He led Cerberus slowly forwards, and Pamela walked at the side of the beast, shouldering her massive spear as she licked her lips with dark delight, commenting: "And they will pay a huge price for it."

They advanced along a wide path in the rocky desert that had clearly been created by the movements of the armada of demons that had gathered in the canyon to try and take their revenge on Killer: the ground was literally reshaped, flattened and compacted by thousands of foot and hoof prints. The ethereal Killer easily walked along, his enormous feet crushing cliffs of dark stone like they were the towers of a sandcastle, pulverizing the enormous rocks and tearing deep, massive craters into the ground. In the distance, Killer could hear the wails of horns and trumpets and drums that the armies of the Prince used to announce orders on the battlefield and mark the running time, but he was far more interested in much nearer noises, as his ears picked up first the clashing and striking of blades, then the sound of breaking bones and splattering blood, before someone walked towards them from the right flank, moving swiftly and silently. Pamela gritted her fangs and squeezed harder into the pole of her spear, ready to take down the threat, but Killer smiled and shook his head slowly, announcing: "It's a friend, Pam. She is here for me... and she has been here for a long time."

"I have, but let me tell you: I've felt better in here than I used to feel in Heaven." A feminine but strong voice playfully agreed, and a muscular zebra easily hopped down from a small rocky ridge, her hooves tearing trenches into the ground as she slid along the last few feet of the descent before straightening as she hit the plain, idly dusting herself off with one hand and shouldering an heavy twin-headed axe with the other. The blade dripped blood, and much of her white, black-striped fur was stained crimson as well, and as Pamela studied her with a frown, the zebra smiled and tilted her head slightly to the side. "Sorry for the delay, it was my intention to help thinning down your welcome party, but the bastards expected it and had a good rearguard... And it looks like you didn't need help at all, anyway. It all ended up being much faster than I had expected, even though I had expected it to be fast." She looked upwards, licking her lips as she surveyed the titanic, ethereal image of Killer, taking in his massive musculature and the two mammoth shafts ponderously hanging between the powerful legs. "Holy Hell, when you decide to impress, you fuckin' ram the point home!"

Killer smiled in amusement at that, giving a little nod of playful acknowledgment, before letting go of the reins and hopping easily down from Cerberus's back, not even bothering with giving the beast an order or as much as a look. The wolf, anyway, meekly stood in place, waiting for orders and trying to normalize his breathing as his wounds attempted to heal, but blood continued to leak out in streaks that caked the fur onto his flesh. The huge male liger spread his arms with a smile, walking towards the zebra and gently saying: "It is a real pleasure to finally meet you, Kimera. It was a long wait, but the day finally arrived."

"A long wait for you, huh...? It was a lot longer for me!" The zebra amusedly remarked, wrapping her arms around his massive frame and squeezing, hard enough to make him grunt slightly, his smile widening as he replied with his own squeeze, before kissing her cheek. She snorted in entertainment at that, and immediately reached up to push a finger against his muzzle, guiding it gently but firmly towards her lips while grabbing one of his hands and guiding it down to her firm buttock. "Give me my sugar, godly stud. I'm sure my sister had her share."

"Just thought I'd be polite and respect private spaces..." Killer playfully replied, before kissing her lips, gently at first, then half-biting into her muzzle, his large tongue invading her mouth and wrestling with hers, forcing it down as he hungrily leaned into her, squeezing her toned ass in one hand and seizing a large, massive breast in his other hand, while the female stroked her hands down his powerful front, moaning a bit as she scratched at the solid plates of armor... before the solid darkness dissolved and shifted away, letting her hands through, his abs flexing and rippling as she pushed against his strong musculature.

"That's cool..." Kimera amusedly commented when their kiss broke, looking down at the gap in his armor. "Convenient, also. Will you let me touch you down south, too...?"

"Just be careful not to awake a beast that you can't slay." Killer playfully replied, before the groin plate of his armor dissolved and shifted out of the way, revealing the monstrous bulge in his jeans, that Kimera sized up with a look of awe, before gripping into it with both hands, squeezing into the enormous base and then moving downwards, hand by hand, down along his thigh and past his knees, making him grunt a little when she eagerly squeezed into the enormous, fat head. "Holy shit, I can feel the fuckin' veins through the jeans... no wonder that you fucked Regina into shreds."

Killer grinned slightly, thinking back to the demoness, the Queen of the Circle of Lust, that he had raped until she was broken and dead, fucking her body into a bloody wreck even though she was a ravenous personification of Lust, a supernatural predator of sexual energies. "I plan on doing the same to her sister, at the first chance." Killer said, smirking as he thought of Sikanjal, a little shiver of lust running down his spine as he tried to figure out the hunt, the fight, the struggle to pin her down despite her magic and technological enhancements before fucking the life out of her.

"And what will you do with poor, little, fallen angel me...?" Kimera teased, flapping her eyelids at him and grinning, showing white, perfect teeth and large, cruel canines, her hands rolling over the gigantic cockhead, squeezing into it with hunger and need. He gazed at the strong female with interest, curious to see where she resembled her sister Manticora and where she differed, and he was delighted by her strong, muscular form. Life in Hell wasn't easy, especially when running an underground organization in favor of the Amon-Ra, against the orders of Satan and of the Princes, and she had clearly fought a lot and trained even more: she was a bit more muscular than Manticora, and a little taller too. Several scars marked her abs and arms, and one crossed the top of a large breast, made all the more evident by how her boobs bulged up out of her armoured chest plate. Her fur was white and black striped, and she had the same tall mane of black and white as her sister, but two pair of tall horns had pushed out of her skull, seemingly made of fire as they glowed a color between gold and crimson. Blades and spikes of bone pushed out of the back of her legs, and her hooves were terrifying, plated over with metal and armed of large, pyramidal spikes. Last, but not least, her tail was completely different: rather than the bladed and spiked tail of Manticora, which ended in a tuft of black, deadly poisonous quills, she had a massive, living serpent, armored with thick scales and jutting with thorns and blades, with a large head armed with huge jaws and long, curved fangs. Her eyes had taken a crimson shade in the millennia she had spent in Hell, and corruption and Sin could be almost literally be seen pumping in her veins, but that only made her more beautiful to his eyes, as did her six angel wings, with their feathers darkened by the corruption in the air.

Killer slapped her firm ass, making her hiss in pleasure and pain and surprise at once, his hand squeezing hard into her flesh even as the massive serpent gazed at him with eyes that glowed with golden fire, darting its forked tongue at him. "You and your sister are bad girls, and the daughters of my enemy. Your sister is married to a servant of my enemy, even, and gave him a daughter. I don't think I can be gentle to you three... and I intend to get your mommy too."

"Oh, no, please spare my nephew...! I fear she is too young to deal with this monster..." Kimera purred, licking her lips as she stroked the massive shaft through the fabric, before moaning hungrily as he seized her throat and squeezed hard, half-hefting her off the ground. "And my sister, she is married...! Surely you don't want her husband to tremble in fear before her gaping holes once you've ruined her...! And mom...! No, you can't do that, please...!" The zebra teased, licking her lips, before she and Killer burst into laughter, their bodies flexing with power and eagerness as she purred: "Our asshole father is going to have a hissy fit for every inch of this monster you bury inside us, so break it in to the hilt. It might kill him with a stroke!"

"I always ram to the hilt. If it doesn't fit, I make it fit." Killer easily replied, grinning widely as he easily lifted the zebra off the ground, pushing groin to groin as she wrapped her strong legs around his waist and locked her arms around his neck, their muzzles touching as they licked their lips. "I'll fuck you four so hard that your daddy's ass will hurt in solidarity, and he'll be unable to walk straight for weeks."

"Fuck, yeah!" Kimera hungrily agreed, grinding her sex against the enormous bulge in his pants, letting him feel her wetness as it soaked through her loincloth and through the fabric of his jeans. The huge male grinned and kissed her lips, before holding up one hand to pet her tail-snake, playfully hesitating for a moment as it glared at him with his yellow eyes. "Does it bite...?"

"Oh, you bet it does!" The zebra easily replied, looking amused as the snake arched forwards over her shoulder. "But it only bites when I want it to."

Killer caressed the large snake head, and the beast pushed up against his palm like a kitten, making him shake his head slowly in amusement. Pamela tilted her head to the side slightly, looking entertained and curious but making no comment until he asked: "What do you think...?"

"Sounds like you two have a deliciously naughty plan to seriously ruin someone's day." The tigress easily replied, and Killer and Kimera laughed and nodded in agreement, before the zebra hopped back to her hooves and extended her hand towards Pamela. "That someone would be my bastard father, Typhon, usurper of Heaven. The abusing, annoying, disgusting asshole that ground on my nerves so much that I escaped all the way from Heaven into Hell, an uncountable number of years ago. My name is Kimera."

"Kimera has been preparing the ground here in Hell for my arrival, for millennia. She has a sister, Manticora, who has been very helpful to me in Heaven." Killer added, making things a little clearer for the tigress, who knew little to nothing of the events that had been going on in Heaven and Hell. "Don't you worry, soon you'll get to know the rest of the clan too. I... could put the entire story into your mind by sharing memories, but I'm worried I could end up causing a disaster. Alexis will do that in a second, and with zero risks to our brains."

"It's a pleasure to meet you then, Kimera. I'm Pamela, and I lead the Praetorians, a group of guardians and servants to Killer in the Mortal World. We have... entered Hell only relatively recently." The goddess said, making a grimace as she thought back to her death and that of her fellow Praetorians while taking the zebra's hand and squeezing on it firmly. "We were killed in the demonic invasion. But now we have a second chance to serve our Master; new power to do it better, and will not fail again."

Kimera nodded in agreement, squeezing back as the two females half-tested their strength and resolve in that simple gesture, before she pulled the tigress forwards into a kiss, wrapping her arms around her waist as Pamela grunted in surprise but rapidly adjusted, accepting the duel of tongues and groping into the powerful zebra's body. Killer watched with a low growl of appreciation as the two females ground together hungrily, streaks of pearly juice shining down their thighs and smearing together when Kimera deliberately crept one leg forward between Pamela's, muscle pushing against muscle, beauty against beauty, female heat adding to female heat. When the kiss finally broke, Kimera slurped up a thin rope of their mixed drool as it stretched between their lips, and then reached down to scoop up some of their mixed juices, bringing them up to suckle one finger in her mouth while stretching another towards Pamela, offering her a taste that she greedily accepted. "We have all fallen in love with the big bad beast... " The zebra commented, gazing sideways at Killer as Pamela let out a low growl of agreement. "Fortunately he is big and bad enough to handle all of us bitches."

"And more." Pamela hungrily added, while Killer grinned and easily climbed back up on Cerberus, facing the horizon as the seven armies of demons formed an endless sea of bodies, weapons and armors, orderly lining up in front of him, blocking the way to the edge of the first circle. And there, behind the demonic legions, the seven Princes walked into view. Lucifer, Abaddon, Malkira, Hades, Astaroth, Asmodeus and Lilith, the seven fallen angels ascended to godhood. The original rebels that, together with their lord Satan, had turned against God and his Council of divinities.

Hell had refused the "tyrannical" rule of God, but in the end it had mimicked the structure of Heaven, either out of bitter admiration or because the rebels had found out that it was the only way to get several powerful and ambitious beings to get along peacefully. Satan had effectively taken, in Hell, the same position that Elelyon had in Heaven, and the other seven rebels had formed their own Council. Abaddon, "the destroyer" was effectively the demonic counterpart to Sekhmeth. Malkira, "king of evil", was the master of war in Hell, counterpart to Taranis in Heaven. Asmodeus, bringer of Darkness, was the counter to Lemuel. Lilith, goddess of warped and corrupted Nature, was the direct rival of Gaia. Hades, lord of the dead, was opposed to Thanathos. Astaroth, personification of Hate, stood opposite from Alcana. And Lucifer, full of pride and cunning, was the fine, evil strategist to match Adrasthea.

And now all seven stood in front of Killer, the feared lords of the Underworld united to prevent him from walking into Hell. Lucifer took position on the right wing of Hell's army, and Killer studied him with interest. He had once been a glorious angel, an extraordinarily capable warrior that had been clad in blinding, pure light. He had had many names, among which "Morning Star", "Herald of the Sun" and "Bringer of Light". His beauty and skills were both legendary, and he had been admired, revered and envied by most in Heaven. His pride had grown immense and uncontrollable over the Eons, however, and his ambition had pitted him against God and, even more so, against Michael, with increasing frequency, until the contrasts had turned into literal hate and state of war when Satan had started the Great Rebellion.

Even from that distance, Killer's sharp eyes could see some of that legendary beauty of the stallion, as the fallen angel moved forwards on the back of a skeletal, hellsteed clad in a long saddlecloth made of intertwined metal circles. The first thing he noticed was the majesty of the four wings on the angel's back, two of which glowed with blinding light, each feather edged in gold. Killer figured that, before his fall out of Heaven, all four wings had been golden and splendid, but now two of them had turned leathery and reptilian, while the other two were darkening as well, with the gold now visible only at the edges.

A long mane of blonde hair pushed out of the middle of the head and back of the neck, falling neatly down to one side and half-hiding a beautiful blue eye and handsome features, while two tall, gnarled horns pushed out of the other side of the skull. His entire body appeared to be split in two dramatically different halves, in fact, with the left side most affected by Hell's corruption, while the right side still resembled what Lucifer had been in the Eons past. The fallen angel carried an enormous cleaver sword in the right hand, its blade almost impossible to look at because of how brightly it burned, while the left arm was massive and warped, hanging down his side as if dragged down by its own weight, ending in a ugly hand with three long, segmented talons and two spike-like thumbs, one on either side of the long digits. It seemed to be made of countless ropes of steel, chorded together to form massive, grotesque muscles, and terrible spikes of bones pushed out between a chord and another. The other arm, strong and muscular but perfectly proportioned, was clad in golden armour plates that interlocked brilliantly, going down from a large pauldron on the shoulder to a spectacular gauntlet made of so many small pieces that it flexed and moved so freely that it seemed not to be there at all.

"Nobody holds a grudge as long and as stubbornly as Lucifer." Kimera quietly commented as she noticed Killer's look. He turned towards her, listening with curiosity as she added: "He is Pride personified, literally, and can't stand being humiliated in any way. Eons ago he started picking fights with Michael, and the hate that grew between them burns like a fire that no one can quench."

"We could almost be friends, then." Killer grunted, before smiling slightly, bitterly recognizing his own defects. "Pride is also one of my sins. And I hate Michael too: he is a total douchebag."

"I've been told of your contrasts with Michael. And they might actually really be helpful: Lucifer is holding a grudge against God, the typical "I told you so", about warning him that Typhon and Michael would one day betray him. Lucifer, of course, refuses to think of his rebellion as a betrayal, and still thinks highly of himself and his loyalty to God. There might be space for talking with him and obtain his support." Kimera explained, smiling in mild amusement, before nodding as Killer asked: "Using my hate for Michael as a common ground of sorts...?"

Killer made a bit of a grimace, thinking that it was not much of an argument to build upon, but he did not discard the idea. As childish as it sounded, finding an agreement over a common enemy was far from unprecedented, and indeed was a normal aspect of wartime diplomacy.

"You can also just exploit Lucifer's pride, and challenge him directly. He won't be able to say no, and he'll end up doing something brash and stupid." Kimera added, and Killer snorted in amusement, replying: "Yeah, I know a few things about being brash and throwing prudence and common sense out of the window."

"I didn't want to say it, but..." Kimera amusedly remarked, and Pamela snickered a little, leaning against her massive spear as she studied the seven armies of demons assembled ahead of the Princes. They were composed of elite troops, yet it was clear that they would serve as mere meatshields, because they were nowhere near strong enough to stop Killer from getting to the Princes. On their own, they would be mere annoyances for the liger, bugs that he could crush out of existence with terrifying ease, but they were going to be far more dangerous as they guarded their lords and added to their attacks. "I hope you will allow us to keep their armies busy and off your back, at least." She finally said, and Killer hesitated only for a few brief moments before giving her a nod. "I will not refuse your help, since they have brought along so many of their own friends. Just be careful, you two. Take care of each other, and if things get sour, I want you to retreat and save your lives. You hear me? It is an order."

Pamela and Kimera traded an uneasy look at being ordered to leave him behind if things got out of control, but when he turned to look flatly at them, they bowed their heads and acknowledged his order.

"Alexis and the others will be here soon, and they know it." Killer observed, jerking his head towards the armies of demons as they marched quickly forwards, followed by the Princes. "They want this engagement now, before they arrive, and I'm not going to disappoint them, but I do not want you to pay the price of my pride."

He coldly shifted his weight on Cerberus's skull, crushing him into submission again as the beast began to shift uncomfortably, clawing at the ground and whimpering, attempting to retreat as it stared in horror at the forces assembled before him. The wolf let out a begging cry, but Killer ignored it and moved his gaze over the demons until he found Lilith, standing in front of a throne built on top of a giant sphinx sculpture carried on the shoulders of dozens of Gigataurs in splendid full-plate armor. He snorted in amusement at the sight, shaking his head slowly as he observed: "The Mother of Demons surely has a high opinion of herself. It'll be a pleasure to knock her down a few thousand notches."

Lilith had once been a beautiful seraphim, one that even Vesta had often envied for her beauty and for her sensuality. She had easily seduced everyone that ever caught her eye, with one notable exception: God. Lord Elelyon always turned down her offers and her requests, and every failure had driven her hungers higher and made them darker, while filling her with bitterness. She craved a place in God's bed and a seat at his right side, but Elelyon seemed to have no sex drive at all, and her arts of seduction, just like Vesta's, and that of anyone else, never had any effect on him.

She had easily driven Satan mad with need and lust, on the other hand, and she had started bedding him more and more ravenously and savagely, unleashing upon him the frustrated cravings she had for Elelyon. Satan had all too happily taken all she had to give, and at the same time he had talked to her need for power, to her craving for a position of unquestioned superiority. She hated being second to Vesta, and she hated being "just" a Seraphim of the highest rank, of the narrow and close circle of God's protectors and confidants. She wanted more, and Satan promised her that she would be his queen once they deposed Elelyon.

The failure of the Great Rebellion made her queen of Hell, but not of Heaven, and the life in the Underworld caused her body to absorb corruption and change, reshaped by her sins. She had lost nothing of her stunning beauty, however, at least in Killer's opinion. She was a sharkess, tall and slender, her musculature toned and well visible but compressed and lithe, with nowhere near the bulk of power that Vesta or Alexis sported. She was incredibly strong nonetheless, but her primary talent had always been magic, which she had pushed to extreme highs thanks to the formidable reserve of power she had been gifted with at birth; and thanks to obsessive studies and experimentation that she had carried on for Eons, striving to develop her strengths to surpass all others.

Her smooth skin had changed, becoming more reptilian as scales pushed out over her form, and she had become pale, taking on an unhealthy shade of white, which somehow didn't detract from her beauty.

Her eyes had turned into bottomless pits of crimson fire, and the crown she had craved so much had grown out of her skull in the form of a series of horns that pushed out of the forehead and on either side of her shark fin, two almost ram-like curved horns framing her beautiful features as they arched down near her cheeks. A mane of long black hair cascaded down her back, part of it collected into long ponytails weighted down by skulls tied into them, while her angel wings had rotten away, leaving behind six massive wing-frames of bone, with ethereal feathers made of magic energy replacing the flesh, the muscle and the real feathers, long burned into ashes. She was clad in dark red veils hanging from thick belts loosely wrapped around her slim waist, her lower abs bare and her upper torso clad into a sturdy corset incorporating armour plates cupping firm, enormous breasts. Her feet and legs, all the way up to the knee, were clad in armoured boots, while her large shark tail was wrapped in a series of thick belts and metal bands, some of which spiked. Her weapons were two scythes with blades apparently carved out of magic-rich crystal, and Killer suspected that the two rather long pole-handles could be joined to create a single, double-ended weapon with a much longer range.

Her haughty attitude was evident even from so far away, but it only added to the power of her seduction, as did her evident, violent hunger for sex, for physical gratification, for masculine power to dominate, exploit and milk dry. She was a succubus supreme, a sexual predator that could literally drain her partners down to husks, and her hunger and lust radiated off her in waves that could drive males and females alike completely crazy with need. Her army, in fact, was clearly on a frenzy, the mighty beasts in the ranks drooling uncontrollably and roaring in frustrated hunger, eager to be unleashed. Killer himself could already feel her lust washing over him in waves, and it only fed and teased his own, causing him to flex his massive musculature, rumbling as he barely managed to restrain himself and his overwhelming hunger and vigor.

Malkira, "King of Evil", caught his attention next: the demonic god of war was a direct competitor, and Killer wanted to make it clear that War had only one master and owner. The gigantic beast was a dragontaur, with the torso of the Fallen Angel merged at the waist with the massive body of a feral helldragon, with paws larger than trucks and a thick, spiked tail that stretched easily two hundred feet behind him. His mammoth wings were folded along the flanks, but there could be no doubt on them obscuring a large share of the sky if they were spread. The angel wings on the back of Malkira had long fallen apart, consumed by corruption, but what remained were four skeletal arms all ending in long, deadly blades that could slash and stab at long range all around him. He had also grown two extra arms, and fire burned out of cracks in his musculature, as if his strength was trying to burst out of his metallic, impenetrable scales. His face had turned body and terrifying, a mask of cruel fangs with fire ever burning within his mouth, and the skull was topped by a multitude of large, heavy horns, including two massive ram-like horns that pushed out to the sides. He carried a monstrous mace or battleaxe in each hand, and a multitude of smaller arms ending in cruel prehensile talons pushed out of the dragon's belly, ready to maim and kill the much smaller creatures the giant loomed upon.

Hades seemed to be made of smoke, his figure hard to define, clad as it was in ethereal and fog-like flowing robes, but for solid armour plates of dark metal covering the chest, the groin and the right arm, which held up an ungodly, colossal scythe with a pole that curved widely at the end, splitting into not one but three crescent blades. His angel wings were nowhere to be seen, replaced by motes of darkness kept loosely grouped together by crackling, malevolent energy. He stood on the back of a huge floating chariot of wood and metal and skeletons, shaped almost like the aftcastle of a ship. Ghastly warriors floated on either side of the chariot, holding up massive cleaver blades and staring at Killer with eyes that glowed a soulless white, while no less than eight ghost knights armed with long, heavy jostling spears rode on enormous, muscular ethereal stallions that pulled the massive cart, stretching ungodly chains.

Abaddon, the Destroyer, was the biggest in the group, a true giant that rattled the wasteland with each step he took, as magma and hellfire spread wildly out of his immense toes, his footsteps leaving behind nothing but ashes, flames and death. He was a skeletal monstrosity, entirely made of bones: his skeleton proper was wrapped in a set of armor also made out of bone, with the chest "plate" forming an ugly, vicious face with enormous jaws replacing the abs. There was no flesh, no skin, not even organs that Killer could see: magma and fire cascaded out of the joints between the bones, falling down to earth like glowing meteors. The roots of his wings had turned into gigantic blades sticking out of his back, and his head was a burning skull, with flames pushing out of the empty eye-sockets and out of the forever gaping maw, his fangs oversized and sticking out as if to greedily catch the whole word and bring it down to eternal damnation. He dragged behind himself a monstrous warhammer-axe hybrid that was tearing up a large canyon in the wasteland, crushing and annihilating everything it steamrolled over.

Astaroth, the manifestation of Hate, had been profoundly warped and corrupted by his own bitterness against God, and the end of the Great Rebellion with his banishment into Hell had consumed him with such rage that his only reason of life had become hate. He hated God, Heaven, and the mortals that he saw as nothing but expendable souls to use against Paradise; he hated Satan and the fellow Princes, blaming them for the failure of their takeover attempt; and he hated himself for falling so low. All that darkness had caused his dramatic regression into a monster that now moved on all fours, with colossal hooves at the end of the mighty hind legs and with oversized, grotesquely muscular arms ending in flexible, huge talons at the front. Glowing chains were wrapped around his arms and his muscular torso, smoldering constantly with their tremendous heat as they burned deep through the ugly armoured scales that had grown over all of his body, half-merging with his flesh. Ugly growths of metal and dark stone covered much of his body, forming a set of natural armour, and thorny vines pushed out of the cracks in the rock, whip-lashing angrily at the air, eager to find a prey to crush into pulp. His angel wings had turned into four bony weapons, something halfway between scorpion tails and tentacles, eternal flames burning all over them. Killer noticed that Astaroth frequently used two of the bone-arms to push himself up and to walk while using his proper arms to swing two massive crescent shaped axes, held thanks to sturdy handles cut in the back of the blades.

Asmodeus, bringer of darkness, had been warped no less brutally by his descent into Sin: he seemed to have turned into some kind of walking tree, a gnarly and ugly trunk having enveloped his original body, which could barely be guessed through some of the twists and turns and knots of the rock-like wood. He walked upon massive roots that greedily pierced into the ground with each step, pumping dark, liquid corruption into the land while sucking up all useful energy, feeding the monstrous creature. His upper body, as black as a starless night, sprouted with massive arm-branches ending in weeping-willow like tendrils, as hard as metal and jutting with countless thorns and spikes rather than green leaves. What would have been the smaller ramifications of the branches in a real tree were deadly blades and spikes and tentacles in Asmodeus's form, and several massive birds of prey perched up on the tallest branches, glaring at the world below with eyes that burned crimson. Asmodeus had no eyes of its own, at least not of the normal kind. Killer sought them, but he couldn't find any, leading him to the suspicion that the mutated raptors and eagles and vultures were in fact the demon's "sensors". There was what looked like a tormented face, up on the front of the trunk, but the eyes were shut closed by thorny overgrowths, while a massive maw gaped open, lined with terrible needle teeth and armed with vine-tentacles stretching outwards.

All seven dark gods were closing in fast, their armies howling and roaring their challenges towards Killer as they climbed up the slight slope, spreading out their ranks to form a wall of blades and shields and spears and guns and bodies in front of the liger, who coldly darted a look towards either side to see that the faster units of the demonic army were already pushing the flanks, advancing faster than the center in order to trap him in the middle. "Cute, but also a bit offensive. Do they think they need to cut my retreat...?" Killer snorted, making a grimace as Cerberus again let out an urgent cry of fear and alarm, looking at the incoming Princes and attempting to back away, before the liger snarled and jerked on the chains, dragging the Azura blades painfully back through the bone skulls of the beast, crushing the wolf into silent obedience once more. Killer spread his arms wide, standing tall on Cerberus's back, and he roared his challenge against Hell, his massive, deep bass voice dwarfing the cacophony of the horde before silencing it entirely as the ethereal, titanic Killer let out his own roar, rattling the very foundations of the Spire, out in the distance. "Come and put me to the test, Hell, see how long you can last!"

He viciously spurred Cerberus onwards, rising Wyvern up and letting his energies flood the blade, lightning bolts crackling around it before exploding out in a golden crescent that flew right into the left flank of the demonic armada, chopping bodies down like blades of grass and sending blood splattering onto the charred ground before exploding in an enormous blast, shreds of meat flying in every direction and flopping sickly on the battlefield. Cerberus howled and picked up speed, leaping at the last moment over a terrifying wall of long spears thrust against him, and Killer caught Wyvern's handle with both hands, slamming his palm into the pommel to send the blade wind-milling hard downwards near the wolf's flank, cutting the tip off several spears and tearing right through a horse demon, catching into the neck of a minotaur and severing the head cleanly off before the liger spun the blade to slash it out horizontally, cutting through the chest and shoulders of a Gigataur and sending its upper body crashing on the ground with an expression of confusion and disbelief. The other demons carelessly trampled the fallen, crowding around Cerberus to strike towards Killer with every possible weapon, but the liger only roared his hunger out and flexed eagerly, his body greedily absorbing every drop of blood that splattered on his massive form as he hacked through the crowd with Wyvern, throwing broken bodies into the air like they were ragdolls, sending demonic soldiers flopping to the ground in bloody heaps before laughing darkly as he swung his sword hard down and allowed his overwhelming energies to explode out of it in a tremendous lightning bolt, vaporizing dozens of demons in front and to the right of him before the crackling force struck the ground and exploded, annihilating a group of charging demonic cavalry. A goat demon assaulted Cerberus from the side and leapt up to slam his sword against Killer's leg, but the god barely felt the blow against his armoured boot, turning around with a grin to simply stomp the same foot hard into the monster's chest, knocking him back into his comrades, a gargle escaping his lips as his ribs shattered and pierced his own organs. Bardiches were thrust and slashed towards him by a group of armoured Gigataurs, but Killer spun Wyvern around himself and chopped heads and polearms with the same terrifying ease, hefting Gigataurs off their feet like they weighted nothing as his hooked blade pierced into their bodies and dragged them around before tearing through, blood splattering out in waves as demons disorderly attempted to retreat, trampling each other and vainly pushing up shields that disintegrated like brittle glass under his terrible blows. Cerberus added to the massacre, using his massive body to ram through the ranks of the demons and crushing them under his paws, pinning them to the ground and then crushing their bodies into pulp with his terrible hooves, electricity exploding out of the thorns and spikes on his back while he vomited acid and fire from his three maws, burning the demons ahead of him into nothing but dark sludge while his bony tail whip-lashed into the crowd, tossing demons around like toys.

Pamela and Kimera followed closely, exploiting the bloody path of destruction torn into the enemy ranks by Killer's charge to protect his back, the tigress wind-milling her spear at head level and sending two demons down before easily driving her weapon through another that had ducked under the blow, piercing his skull and torso and yet easily dragging the spear free to stab it into the chest of another beast, dragging it around in a half circle to knock another two beasts back before shoving forwards with a grunt, sending the corpse ripping free from the spear and crashing into its comrades like a missile, knocking them sprawling. Immediately, Kimera nailed them to the ground with her arrows, easily handling a massive longbow that was as tall as her and that threw darts as large and heavy as spears. She formed the arrows using her energies, and although her light was tarnished by Eons of life in Hell and lust, her darts still crackled with enough holy force to drive the demons back with hisses of repulsion and pain. She nocked arrows so quickly that it seemed like she had a new one at the ready even before the previous had sailed on, and when three taurs clad in heavy armour charged straight at her, thrusting forwards their spears, she tilted the bow horizontally and formed three darts at once, shooting them straight into the taurs' faces and hitting with enough force to slam all three large bests twenty feet backwards into their comrades, crushing smaller demons down into the dirt. Two Gorgons and a bunch of Amazons and Gigataurs charged against Killer, the two reptilian demonesses moving on either side of him, their eyes glowing terribly and the serpents on top of their heads all hissing against him, but the god stared back at them fearlessly, his own eyes glowing sapphire, burning with terrible ferocity as he shoved his palm out and caused the Gigataurs to literally burst apart into clouds of blood and gore, his voice amused as he asked: "Who is your Master...?"

"You are!" The Gorgons and Amazons immediately replied, their voices breaking as orgasm juices streaked down their legs, and their bodies spasmed so violently that they fell on their knees before picking themselves up, moaning and trembling, drool leaking from their jaws as they panted hard but assaulted their old comrades, stabbing and hacking into the other demons as the Gorgons turned several bulls and centaurs into brittle statues. Killer laughed darkly, as he annihilated a line of charging demons with little more than a thought, blasting them back like flies before he sent black fire erupting out of his palm, sending it washing over a line of shields and spears and savoring the shrieks that followed as the demonic soldiers were turned into ashes, while countless more fell to their knees, trembling in lust and submission as they were touched by his gaze and their minds were burned out, their bodies thrumming with lust and excitement, orgasms draining them even as they turned around to fight for, rather than against, the liger.

And then Killer's mighty back rippled and flexed before huge, monstrous tentacles pushed out and arched high into the air, seeming to gaze down at the sea of demons to choose their prey before diving down with savage force, whip-lashing into the ranks and wiping away entire lines of demonic soldiers, knocking bodies flying in every direction, broken and useless, before the massive, muscular black appendages began to twist and wrap around demon after demon, hefting dozens of Gigataurs high into the air and then crushing them all at once, with little more than a flex. Blood and gore rained down on the battlefield as already the tentacles smashed down over new preys, crushing them into the mud, wrapping them up in invincible coils, tearing them into shreds, the shrieks growing deafening as the cock-shaped tentacles savagely raped the mages standing behind the melee troops, grinding them into the ground as they bulldozed their way inside holes that could never hope to survive such assaults. And yet it was not the worst part, as the titanic, ethereal Killer stepped forwards next, grinning predatorily as it simply stomped its way into the thick of the action, the demons falling over each other as they uselessly scrambled to get out of the way, their screams ending abruptly as immense toes settled upon them and, with playful and humiliating slowness, applied their immense weight to squish the monsters into pulp.

The titan laughed in dark delight as he squatted down over the horde of demons, his colossal testicles smashing into the ground like planets, crumbling stone into sand and smearing demonic soldiers into nothing but ugly red stains as the dark god simply crushed a group of Gigataurs under his hand like they were flies, before closing his fingers upon a large group of other monsters, pulling them up to his jaws and tossing them in his mouth like they were candy, crushing them with his tongue and beginning to slowly chew them into bits, blood cascading down his chin and raining upon the broken, terrified armies. The gigantic Killer smashed his fist into Lucifer's legion and destroyed it almost entirely, crushing hundreds of soldiers under his knuckles and turning them into nothing but red mist while the other demons in a range of thousands of feet were knocked flying into the sky to crash ruinously down an amazing distance away, scattered like wildfire. Battle mages desperately casted spells against the titan, but their magic pathetically exploded into puny flashes of light against the god's knuckles, before Killer laughed and flicked a finger into their midst, grinning cruelly as several bodies simply burst apart into red mist and others were torn into pieces and sent shooting across the sky. Bored by their weakness, the dark titan just swept the other mages aside like toy soldiers, his hand tearing a swath in the wasteland and turning the ground crimson with all the blood and gore that was squeezed into the dirt. He turned his attention to Malkira's legion next, hungrily seizing the base of one of his titanic shafts in one hand and pumping it eagerly before swinging the titanic cock down into the army of demons, laughing as the weight of his virility rattled Hell and tore a deep crater into the ground, a furrow painted red with the blood of the squished monsters, the standards of the god of war ending up ground into tatters of cloth soaked in blood, lost somewhere in the thick, virile slime of sweat and lubricant that covered the immense shaft.

The titan hefted his enormous member again, grinning as ropes of disgusting gore stretched for a moment between his shaft and the bottom of the crater, before they all snapped as the colossal cock throbbed hungrily and grew even larger, growing fifty feet thicker and hundreds of feet longer just with that one flex, before being slapped down again onto the horde of demons, its monstrous weight seeming to rattle the whole of Hell as it effortlessly annihilated entire lines of warriors, grinding them into nothing but mush.

The titan was unstoppable, completely unfazed by the unimportant assaults the demons launched against his toes, against his balls, against his immense cocks: they were powerless fleas before him, and he made it clear by moving a step forwards as he finished destroying the first two armies, and since he was crouching his balls and his lower cock dragged ponderously on the ground, squishing everyone they found on their path. And still it was nothing, the titan laughing as his eyes glowed sapphire and the entire legion of Lilith fell to its knees before him, her elite warriors breaking down into trembling, spasming, delirious bodies caught in the throes of violent, self-destructive orgasms that sent blood exploding out of loins, nostrils, mouths, ears, until the whole army burst apart in a splatter of blood and juices.

The titan roared in delight as he cock-slapped the horde of demons into pulp, each blow more devastating than the previous as his colossal members swelled to full, epic erection, looming over the terrified demons like ungodly warhammers before slamming down with unforgiving force, reshaping the wastelands and painting the desert red, before Killer turned slightly around, aiming both of his cocks against the remaining legions just as thick, incandescent, omnipotent precum erupted out of the vast maws of his members. The impact was tremendous, and it squished countless demons into pulp as the legions were broken and shattered, bodies sent crashing in every direction as the armies were washed away, dissolved by the acidic, incandescent virile batter, while sperms bigger than Gigataurs and as vicious as sharks began to devour and tear the demons into pieces, cutting them apart with powerful whip-lashes of their muscular, spiked tails and squishing others into the grip of the tentacles pushing out of the fat body-heads.

And still it was nothing but foreplay, as immense black tentacles stretched out of the titan's back and viciously went after the groups of scattered survivors, flattening them into the ground, hammering them out of existence, the enormous cockheads seeming to stare down at their running victims, giving them the time to look up and shriek, and panic and piss themselves in fear before the goliath cocks slammed down like hammers on nails, driving the demons into the ground in puny splatters of gore.

"I'll have fun, here in Hell..." The dark titan growled, licking his lips slowly as he so easily made mincemeat of the seven armies, and the seven Princes looked up at him in shock, their charge dying and as their hordes were annihilated in front of their eyes. Lilith took position behind the others, to use her magic while the others engaged in melee, and Malkira stomped his dragon paws on the spot, nervously half-retreating and half-turning to the queen of hell to urge: "Stop him, stop him...! Stop that monster!"

Lilith stood in front of her throne, aiming her twin crystal scythes against the gigantic god and beginning to chant her spells just as the liger's enormous black tentacles shot towards the Princes. She had to repress a shiver at the sight of the titanic cocks, all dripping with blood, gore and a thick, potent slime of masculine sweat, precum and lubricant, the intense scent of which dominated the whole battlefield, completely covering even the stench of death, of urine and waste leaked by the agonizing and by the dying. The glory of his immense muscular form had her swallowing thickly as her mouth filled with drool, her knees almost trembling even as she forced her terrible power to flow through her arms and across the crystal blades of her weapons, as she formed a dome of energy shielding them from all sides.

The tentacles smashed into the shield with terrifying violence, sending cracks through its surface as bone spikes and tremendous barbs jutted out from the massive tentacles, making them even deadlier as they whip-lashed again and again into the barrier. The ethereal Killer charged forwards, closing the distance with just a few steps and laughing darkly as he smashed an enormous fist into the already damaged shield, indenting it inwards and sending a few large shards falling off as Lilith recoiled in shock.

"No... he is too powerful... too powerful... help me, or he'll break in!" The goddess cried, gritting her fangs as she pushed back against the liger's terrible strength, her arms spasming violently as energy crackled around her. Killer grinned and leaned down with a snarl, smashing another brutal punch into the damaged barrier and snickering as he grappled the dome in his mighty arms, the barrier cracking and beginning to break apart like brittle glass as he wrestled the entire shield hard backwards and then jerked it hard up, trying to lift it off the seven astonished princes. "Come out and play with me, bitches! Do not worry, I'll make it fit!" Killer teased, flexing his enormous musculature and grinning predatorily as Lilith fell back in her throne, the top half of the dome-shield crumpling inwards. The shield didn't come off, but as Killer's massive biceps bulged explosively, an enormous island of stone did, as the barrier pierced deep underground and his terrifying strength dragged it all up like it weighted less than a feather.

"Help me, you idiots...!" Lilith shouted, her eyes going wide as the ground beneath then cracked and clouds of dust exploded upwards, the land suddenly tilting awkwardly as it was hefted into the sky by the titan. She grunted in shock and awe, pushing her legs together and grinding her thighs slowly as she felt her excitement gush out of her, a shiver rattling her body even as she flexed and shoved back as hard as she could. The other princes steadied as best they could as the ground beneath their feet became an island floating in the sky and tilting to the left or to the right depending on how Killer turned the magic bubble shielding them, his immense muscles blocking their view of the sky on all sides, before the titan laughed darkly and pushed his titanic black cocks against the solid island of stone, thrusting up into it and throwing his head back with a roar of triumph as his twin shafts smashed through hundreds of feet of stone like they would through a virginal hymen, the gigantic, fat heads pushing into the done, forcing the princes of Hell to shift out of the way as the colossal god began to lazily thrust back and forth, using their "safe space" as a onahole toy. "You'll better come out of there, little bitches..." The dark god teased, as his powerful precum erupted out of his twin shafts, rapidly flooding the inside of the barrier, as ungodly amounts of the thick, virile essence forced their way through the cracks in the stone and around the girthy cocks, exploding out in waves.

"What the hell are you...?" Lilith whispered, staring in awe at the colossal cockheads as they rose through the ground in front of her, before her chosen guards began to battle back gigantic, fearsome sperms that were bigger than trucks. Her desire was streaking down her legs so copiously that the felt her own pearly juice flowing down between her toes... but then she grunted and arched her back with hiss of mixed pain and delight as a sudden deluge of energy flowed through her body and erupted out of her hands in the form of lightnings, that grouped together to form a large, crackling sphere floating in front of her. She gazed to the side with a snarling grin, seeing Malkira holding out his palm and channeling his energies into her, and then she laughed in bliss as Lucifer added his own force, the sphere in front of her doubling in size in an instant. "Whatever you are, I'll take you down!" She cackled, her musculature increasing in size and tone and bulk, her height increasing and her eyes glowing with terrible power as the other princes all fed her magic with their own energies, until the sphere ahead of her resembled a crimson sun supercharged with electricity. The demonic goddess spread her arms, and the sphere of energy morphed into a crescent blade of blindingly luminous force, before she hacked into it with her scythes, cackling as each impact caused a terrifying lightning bolt to explode towards the titanic Killer. The god grunted and gritted his fangs as the first terrible assault struck him, the energy further focused as they shot through the barrier, with the shield working as a lens that directed all the magic force into the liger's chest. The god recoiled backwards at the monstrous impact, but he snarled and flexed his musculature, using his overwhelming physical force to stand up to her magic, laughing even through the terrible pain, even as he gritted his fangs, his hand balled into a fist and smashing into the side of the shield with enough force to break through it.

Lilith and the other Princes shuddered as the enormous fingers clawed inside, almost snatching Malkira up, before Killer pulled his fist back to prepare another assault, determined to smash the hole larger, while his godlike, monumental cocks tore back and forth through the shattered, cracked ground with even greater force and ferocity. Lilith swung her scythes down again and again, sending bolt after bolt of energy smashing into Killer's massive frame, tearing through the immense muscles, causing blood to splatter over the cracked barrier, but the liger only roared and squeezed even harder on the shield, causing it to creak ominously and sending pieces of it falling down like meteors all around Lilith.

"He is resisting...!" The demonic goddess uttered in disbelief, her mouth agape, her eyes open wide as she stared at the incredibly powerful male, staring in terror at the damaged, translucent chain wrapped tightly over his chest as the immense links visibly deformed and cracked, some looking close to the breaking point. "He is resisting... and he still has a Seal on him..." The goddess whispered, not daring to imagine what the titan would be able to do once that Seal snapped, and she had the horrible - delightful - feeling that he wasn't even using all of his un-Sealed force. "He is resisting...!" She squeaked, her tone getting almost shrill as she gazed at the other Princes, silently asking for more power, before grunting as her sphinx throne wobbled to the side as one of Killer's enormous sperms barreled through the ranks of her Chosen Guards and snapped its jaws closed on one of her throne-carrying servants, cutting the armoured Gigataur in half and catching three more in its tentacles, crushing them like toys, while the immense tail of the sperm whip-lashed a couple of guards into nothing but splatters of red matter that stained her throne.

Malkira stomped forwards with a roar of fury and outrage and hacked into the sperm's head with his axes, smashing his enormous mace into the beast's fangs and sending it crashing away in a broken heap, but the immense cocks of the liger blasted out other ungodly loads of precum, filled with uncountable numbers of those terrifying predators.

Lilith was forced to direct some of her lightnings into the horde of sperms, blasting them to bits, and Malkira charged into their midst, slashing other beasts into pieces... before Killer's fist rammed through the damaged shield once more, and the titan laughed darkly before opening his hand and slapping Malkira down like he was a fly, crushing him into the ground hard enough that his belly burst apart and his guts spilled out.

"My... god...!" Lilith snarled, flushing as she nearly fell over with the sudden rash of fear and arousal exploding through her form, her thighs grinding together as she tried to hide the rush of her juices from the eyes of the other Princes, as Abaddon and Lucifer charged forwards to hack into the liger's fingers, only for Killer to let go of Malkira in favor of slapping Lucifer flying backwards. The Prince crashed back-fist into one of the gigantic black shafts, and Killer cackled as he immediately clamped his hand on Lucifer, squeezing him into his own colossal cock as he began to hungrily jerk off, smearing the fallen angel into his omnipotent fuckmeat, coating him in thick, potent, virile slime of sweat, precum, lubricant, and ramming Lucifer's head against the massive, protruding corona of his cockhead.

"He is... overwhelming..." Lilith breathlessly cried, even as she swung her weapons down into the crescent of energy, as Hades snarled and slashed his own scythe through it as well, while Astaroth and Asmodeus channeled even more energy into the demonic goddess, fueling her magic until she punted hard into the supercharged crescent, sending it colliding into the damaged shield.

It hit with a rumble of thunder that rattled the whole of Hell, and what was left of the barrier glowed crimson, crackling with energy before exploding with amazing, terrifying force, blasting the titanic Killer backwards with a snarl of pain as sharp daggers and fragments of magic tore into his chest, his arms and his muzzle, all of them exploding with great force, and the god roared his fury and pain before the ethereal figure flickered and suddenly vanished from sight.

The physical Killer recoiled backwards with a growl of agony at the force of the explosion, his feet slipping on the back of Cerberus until his talons clamped down and tore trenches into the wolf's flesh, allowing him to regain his balance. He hissed in pain, blood leaking from countless wounds bursting open in his strong form, filling the inside of his black armour, and his concentration was shattered, making it impossible for him to hold the ethereal image of himself together... but he gritted his teeth and spurred Cerberus onwards, looking ahead as the damaged, pierced "island" of stone fell down to earth and struck with a deafening rumble, shattering in a hailstorm of fragments and boulders and in immense clouds of dust.

A tremendous force slammed into the flying boulders and sent them rushing against him like meteors, Wyvern rising to cut through a massive stone, splitting it in half like a piece of bread, before he used the flat of the enormous blade to shield himself from three more, grunting as they shattered on impact and the blow reverberated through his arms. Cerberus whimpered as large stones smashed into his body, the impacts causing the huge beast to miss one step and nearly tumble, but the wolf howled in rage and clawed his way forwards through the bombardment, before the liger snarled as a whole constellation of giant pieces of stone began to spin around them, forming a cage that loomed on him from all sides.

"Your tricks won't save you, false Amon-Ra." The voice of one of the Princes announced from behind the clouds of dust, and Killer snorted in contempt, jerking on the reins to stop Cerberus and lead him in a half turn as he eyes the threatening monoliths of stone until they shot forwards, hammering down on him from all sides. Killer whip-lashed his tentacles into the huge rocks, slapping them into pieces and parrying the worst of the assault as the monoliths pounded down on him and Cerberus, the wolf crying out in agony before the liger surrounded himself with a freezing mist so cold that the very air seemed to crystallize, while the boulders turned brittle as they passed through, crumbling into gravel and dust when they touched his powerful body.

A line of Centaurs in silver armor charged out of the thick clouds of dust, pointing their long, heavy spears at Killer, but the liger slammed his palm into one of the largest iced-over monoliths and shattered it into a cloud of sharp fragments that exploded into the charging line of demons, sending four of them falling on their faces with howls of pain, while the others raised large shields and ducked behind those as the stone spikes hammered uselessly against steel. Killer exploited the moment to spur Cerberus on and charge straight against the survivors, and before they could lower their shields Wyvern had already cut the tip off one spear and then found its way in a wide, low swing that chopped the front legs off from under a Centaur, sending it crashing in a bloody heap while Cerberus smashed his shoulder into another and sent it flying backwards in a broken pulp, before Killer decapitated a third with an easy slash of his heavy sword, ending by twisting his wrist to stab the massive blade through the last enemy, piercing through shield, armour and torso like they were all made of warm butter. Cerberus easily barreled through another line of demon knights, smashing one flying in a bloody heap with one paw and simply ramming his way between two others, that Killer easily decapitated by swinging out Wyvern to one side and his deadly, heavy fist to the other, the skull of the Rhinotaur bursting like an overripe fruit and coating his hand and wrist in blood and gore... before another of Lilith's enormous lightning bolts struck the liger and the wolf, slamming them backwards.

Cerberus let out a howl of agony, but it was short-lived, turning almost immediately in a gargle as the beast chocked on his own blood and burst into flames, his innards spilling out of his wounds as they exploded open wide, the muscles in his form spasming so violently that they shredded themselves, bulging so explosively that they tore the skin apart. The legendary wolf crashed on his face and flipped over with a last spasm of agony, his body flopping on the ground and rattled only by the crackling electricity supercharging it, the flesh burning into a blackened, stinking husk while Killer fell heavily on the ground and barely found the strength to plant a hand into the sand and help himself into a roll, finally screeching to a stop in a crouching position.

He coughed out a thick splatter of blood and vomit, blinking blood and sweat and dust out of his eyes as he hissed in agony, electricity cursing violently through his form, making it impossible for him to stand up as his muscles spasmed out of control. Shadows moved out of the dust ahead and rapidly circled around him, but he could barely detect their presence as his senses were overwhelmed by the magic force violently crackling around his form. He pulled Wyvern up, grunting at how heavy it seemed and how painful it was to grip into the incandescent, electrified handle, but he gritted his fangs and leaned forwards as another immense globular lightning exploded towards him. He shielded himself with Wyvern, throwing his weight forwards as the magic energy exploded against the blade with fearsome force, pushing him back even as he did his best to anchor his feet into the ground. Demons charged at him from all sides, exploiting the moment, but the liger felt the chains still wrapped around his wrist and held by the fingers of his left hand, the metallic links having burned their way through his flesh and half-melted together with his bones with the heat of the explosion. Immediately, he jerked the chain hard backwards, ripping the Azura blades out of the broken, charred skulls of Cerberus, before spinning them hard over his head, allowing the chain to half-twist around his forearm just before wind-milling the two deadly blades around him, chopping down the incoming demons in a tempest of blood and gore.

A Slayer charged forwards, howling his challenge as he pulled up a massive mace-axe, but Killer jerked on the chain and sent one of the Azura blades biting deep into his waist, sending the beast stumbling and half-falling to a knee with a roar of pain and rage. The blood-crazed creature immediately charged forwards again, but the liger violently ripped the blade back, dragging the monster to the ground again and tossing the other Azura right in his face at the same time. A Nightmare leapt over the rapidly vanishing corpses piled up all around Killer and stabbed a long spear towards him, but a massive arrow tore into the side of his head and sent him flying fifty feet away, tearing out of the other side of his skull in an explosion of blood and brain matter.

Killer pushed up to his feet with a pant, tearing both Azura swords free of the agonizing Slayer and slashing Wyvern into another couple of demons, chopping them down into pieces before driving his shoulder into another, tossing him back like a doll, sending him crashing into his comrades, but another immense lightning bolt exploded out of the clouds of dust ahead and caught him squarely in the chest. Killer grunted in pain as he crashed on his back, his whole body rattled by spasms that he struggled to suppress, his flesh smoldering and pain cursing through every inch of his form, but he forced himself into a roll as a Gigataur in silver armour rushed forwards to swing down a gigantic axe. It pierced the ground where the liger's neck had been a moment before, and the bull had barely enough time to bellow his rage and surprise, ripping the axe free of the ground, before Wyvern drove straight up into his throat and out of the back of his neck, decapitating him, before his body was slammed away by the impact of one arrow, followed immediately by another.

Killer blinked with a snarl, gritting his fangs as he desperately tried to clear his senses and stop the trembling of his arms and legs as electricity continued to crackle in and out of his form, his head filled with a deafening whistle and a confused cacophony of muffled, unintelligible other sounds. He did his best to absorb the malignant magic, but it burned worse than anything Killer had experienced before, and the Princes' minions continued to assault him from all sides while he struggled, and before he could get up, the ground beneath him became semi-liquid and incandescent, while tentacles and tendrils of dark magic ripped upwards and wrapped around his limbs, stabbing into his armor and into every bit of exposed flesh, making him roar in agony as they pierced through his arms, spilling his blood and dragging him under the surface.

The liger flexed and pushed against the tentacles with all his terrible force, snapping dozens of the tendrils, but more and more continued to push against him, replacing the ones he shattered, even as he flicked his wrists to stab Wyvern and the Azura blades backwards, severing many of the tentacles. The Seal wrapped tightly on his chest glowed so brightly to dispel the darkness around him, but even though the chain links were badly damaged, it refused to give, and the liger saw countless shadows rushing towards the edge of the pit of magma as demons charged against him.

Spears began to stab viciously down against him, but the liger ignored the blades biting into his body to instead channel his energy into the magma, until it erupted upwards in a tremendous explosion, incinerating the demons bent over the pit and smashing many others crashing into their comrades.

Lilith blasted another lightning bolt down into the pit, swinging her blades with a snarl, sending discharge after discharge thundering into the pool of magma, gritting her fangs as she used her magic to turn the liquid fire into ice, then into solid crystal, pumping electricity into the terrible prison, but her body trembled in lustful, delighted fear as she continued to taste Killer's powerful scent in the air, as she continued to feel his immense energies burning through the earth and through the sky, his power thrumming through the crystal. The ground rattled violently under her feet, cracks spreading through the stone from around the electrified tower of crystal, and she recoiled backwards with a grunt of shock, her magic energies cursing painfully back through her arms and sending her almost falling over, smoke coming out of her mouth and nostrils as an enormous fist smashed up through the crystal, shattering it like brittle glass.

"No... it is not possible..." Lilith whispered, eyes opening wide as she stared at Killer's huge hand as it gripped a couple of Gigataurs and crushed them into pulp with a simple, almost playful squeeze, before slapping a dozen other demons away, sending them crashing to the ground in broken heaps. The ground cracked and then exploded upwards in a cloud of dust as the now massive liger clawed out of his prison, flexing enormous muscles, now more than matching the Princes in size, his eyes glowing solid sapphire as he grinned and effortlessly slapped a whole group of demonic soldiers into nothing but a ugly splatter of blood and gore that painted a red lake on the sand and dirt. His masculine, enormous chest came into sight, and she was relieved to see the Seal still in place, because she was by now convinced that if it snapped they would have no hope of survival. "You are a true monster..."

Killer stood up slowly, completely unfazed by the barrage of arrows coming from a group of taur-archers galloping in a wide circle around him, and he grinned predatorily as one of his immense tentacles whip-lashed into them, crushing dozens into a cloud of crimson mist and knocking many others sprawling. Kimera sent her arrows into their midst as well, sending a large Rhinotaur crashing to the ground with three arrows pierced straight in the face, and Pamela charged in the thick of their ranks, slashing her axe-spear up into the belly of a Centaur and almost slicing it in half, hefting it off the ground with the violence of her blow, before she jerked the weapon back and stabbed it swiftly and elegantly through another beast. A black portal opened to the left of Killer, vomiting out new groups of demonic warrior clones, but the liger only laughed and idly pointed an arm down at the magic opening, immense tentacles pushing out of his wrist and ramming into the vortex like it was a virginal sex to violate. Blood sprayed up thickly as the colossal members crushed the clones out of existence before forcing, four at a time, into the portal itself, stretching it wider and making it crackle with electricity as the appendages thrust back and forth and ground together, twisting and grinding savagely. Short-lived shrieks came from the other side of the portal as the enormous tentacles invaded the clone factory, shattering machinery and incubators, grinding scientists and clones into the same bloody pulp, until the vortex was hurriedly closed. It severed Killer's tentacles like a guillotine, making him hiss in pain and rage as the stumps writhed for a moment, leaking dark blood, before new heads rapidly took shape. He was at least sure his tentacles had caused terrifying damage to the facility on the other side, and he hoped it was the kind of devastation that could not be repaired.

His senses finally resumed working almost normally as his body absorbed the last of the terrible magic, and he saw Lilith slowly pushing up to her feet, looking shaken. She had clearly a lot of fight in her still, and her magic was the threat he was most worried about: the terrible power of her assaults, even if it didn't kill him directly, would leave him vulnerable to the attacks of the other Princes. Killer immediately moved forwards, closing the distance with Lilith, but the other six Princes immediately formed a wall in front of her, and the liger cursed under his breath before spotting Lucifer, who glared at him with absolute fury for having been pushed into his cock earlier, and used like a masturbation aid. His ferocious rage was something that could lead him to commit dangerous mistakes, and Killer immediately teased: "Show me some pride, Lucifer! Are you too scared to step forwards and face me?"

The fallen angel twitched in rage on his skeletal steed, his eyes burning with power, but Abaddon immediately restrained the impulsive prince, remarking: "It is what he wants. Don't do anything stupid, and we'll crush the insolent bug, together."

Asmodeus let out a low growl of agreement, then added something, but Killer couldn't quite understand his words from the distance, as they sounded like a mixture of serpents hissing and wind howling between branches. Several of the massive birds of prey sitting on the mutated branches took flight and ascended high over the battlefield, baring terrible claws made of dark steel and beaks that glowed crimson with heat and magic, their unblinking eyes staring at the liger from high above. The tree-like Prince moved a heavy step forwards, its root-tentacles reluctantly tearing out of the ground, pumping their corruption in it to the very last second and draining it of every useable energy, before the beast stomped his gnarled foot down, and the tentacles tore eagerly into the land.

Killer cursed under his breath as darkness spread rapidly through the earth, looking like a network of black veins just beneath the desert ground, and the whole wasteland suddenly seemed to pulse and ripple as it was drained of energy and corrupted... before spikes and blades and whip-lashing roots exploded upwards, slashing against him from every direction. The liger leapt off the ground and formed steps of solid energy, climbing away from the vicious spikes that tried to impale him, before wincing as a swam of thorny roots smashed into his chest, knocking him stumbling and immediately, greedily spreading all over his front and down his arms, as countless needled and thorns and tiny but dangerous tendrils pierced into his flesh, pulsing as they worked to drain his force away. "Now, brothers! Strike!" Asmodeus ordered, using his tentacle-roots to drag Killer forwards even as the liger struggled against their vice-like grip, fire enveloping his massive form as many of the tentacles snapped apart like twigs and the others were rapidly enveloped by flames as Killer's eyes glowed.

The eagles and raptors and vultures dived down from the sky, claws and beaks ready to viciously bite into the liger, but black tentacles exploded out of the god's back and whip-lashed through the air against them, scattering their assault and catching one of the vultures in the wing, tearing it off like it was made of paper.

Kimera took down another with a well aimed arrow, but before she could fire another she was forced to turn around to face smaller tree-like creatures that tore their way out of the ground around her and Pamela, who hacked one into halves before slashing another two clear off the ground.

Astaroth, Lucifer, Abaddon, Malkira and Hades all charged eagerly forwards, their steps seeming to rattle the whole of Hell as Killer snarled in fury and threw his chest against the roots, flexing his massive form to tear them apart, flames exploding out of him with enough force to knock Asmodeus back a step. Before he could do more than pull Wyvern up, however, Lilith sent another of her spells smashing into him, and he let out a grunt of pain as he was shoved backwards, her terrible magic hammering the flat of the huge blade and washing past the sides of it to strike into his shoulders, sending blood splattering thickly out of him.

He could not see the charging titans ahead as magic energy roared all around him, and suddenly an inferno of dark flames erupted against him as well, as Abaddon roared somewhere ahead of him. The liger blindly swung the Azura blades into the hurricane of mixed demonic forces pushing against him, and sent his own energy cursing down the long chains and through the twin swords, gritting his fangs in a snarling grin as they cut through Lilith's magic and then discharged his force in a massive explosion that dispelled the black flames.

He crashed down to earth with a grunt, shifting his weight on his feet to secure his balance even as immediately Asmodeus's roots wrapped around his legs and tore into his flesh, and he jerked hard on the chain wrapped around his left arm to slash the Azura blades into Malkira's face as the gigantic half-dragon lunged forwards.

The two heavy cleavers cut deep, terrible gashes in the chest and in the face of the monster, but the demonic god of war only let out a growling laughter, greedily licking up his own blood while rearing up on his hind legs to hammer his dragon paws down on the liger, swinging down his huge axes and maces.

Killer reacted on instinct, pulling up his left arm and ramming it forwards as golden energy formed into a large shield, and the talons of Malkira hammered down into this, tearing trenches into the solid force before the vicious god hacked down with his axes, swinging them past the edge of the shield as he shifted all of his weight onto the shield, his hind legs clawing forwards as the monster bore down on Killer with all his weight and force. The shield cracked, but Killer refused to give, muscles bulging explosively as he stomped forwards and stabbed Wyvern up into Malkira's belly, even as the countless arms of the demonic divinity attempted to grab the sword and jerk it out of his hands.

"Ah, sweet suffering..." Malkira hissed, repressing a shiver of sick lust as Wyvern pierced through his armored scales and tore deep into his flesh, sending dark blood leaking to the ground. "More, lord Killer, more...! Battle and pain are what I live for!" The body of the demonic god literally clamped on Wyvern's blade, his ripped muscles still flexing even as blood poured out of them, and they sucked the blade in deeper, eagerly seeking more and worse suffering. Killer grunted as he was dragged forwards along with the sword, his muscles bulging as he pulled backwards, his feet digging trenches in the ground as he struggled to break free. Huge ropes of guts spilled out of the wound and wrapped around his arm like tentacles, covering him in Malkira's blood but all the same dragging him forwards... and Killer roared in agony as the hellsteed of Lucifer galloped past his side and the huge golden blade of the Fallen Angel flashed downwards, striking him in the hip and cutting even through his black armor, digging deep into his body and dragging out a rope of his own innards.

The consumed, warped blades that had replaced Malkira's angel wings snapped downwards with vicious hunger, and Killer gritted his fangs as he projected shields of energy around himself, putting up a wall of protection against which the terrible blades clashed with an explosion of sparkles and crackling electricity.

Killer could hear and feel Lucifer leading his steed in a narrow turn to charge at his back, and Hades and Astaroth were drawing near as well, but Malkira filled his vision as he hacked his massive axes again into his shield. The liger snarled and shoved forwards and upwards with his tremendous strength, flooding Wyvern's blade with his energies as he stabbed the huge weapon deeper up through Malkira's form, before pumping energy into his shield as well, and it exploded in a blast of pure power, tearing apart the demon's huge paws and one of his arms, revealing the large, dark bones beneath the flesh. "Taranis loved pain too... It made him stronger and even more eager..." Killer snarled as Malkira stumbled backwards with a hiss of delight more than suffering, the enormous half-dragon lashing out again with his multiple arms and the tentacle-blades jutting out of his back, but the liger slammed a fist against his abs and smashed him flying backwards like a toy, before the sheer deluge of energy erupting out of Wyvern's blade tore out of Malkira's back and sent him crashing two hundred feet away. "Pain feeds you, but the damage adds up all the same. And I will keep hitting you until you stay down, just like I did with Taranis!"

Malkira slammed into the ground hard enough to bounce back up, a lake of blood and innards spilling from his devastated belly, but he laughed even as he coughed up his own blood, his guts slithering back inside the body and his wounds quickly regenerating as he flexed his massive muscles with a hiss of hunger and delight. His body spasmed violently, but he still pushed himself up, muzzle gritted in a snarling grin, a grimace of agony and arousal at once as he roared: "Don't compare me with Taranis! I'm far greater than he ever dreamed to be!"

"You say so, but I'm the one who took him down!" Killer replied with a vicious grin, as four enormous tentacles pushed out of his back and arched across the battlefield to tear into Malkira's chest and into the underbelly as it attempted to heal, cruel spikes and blades of bone pushing out of each black appendage as they ripped through armor, scales and flesh, whip-lashing savagely back and forth and grinding together, spinning brutally to maim his body into nothing but pulp, pinning him down with brutal force, pile-driving the god into the ground.

Astaroth charged forwards with a roar of fury, acidic drool flying from his terrible jaws as the beast slammed down two of his "bone-tentacles" and used them like spider legs, hefting the front of his body up so he could lash out with his oversized, grotesquely muscular arms, swinging his incandescent crescent blades into the liger's tentacles, chopping them in a splatter of blood. The liger hissed in pain and flexed his enormous musculature, new tentacles erupting out of his back and shoulders and stabbing savagely into Malkira, smashing the demon-god backwards into a cliff of stone, causing it to collapsed on top of him, burying his form under a deluge of enormous boulders... and yet, from the pulp and the pieces of guts splattered on the ground, new figures made of blood pushed up to their feet, their arms ending in scythes of bone and their empty eyes terrible to look at as they charged forwards against Killer.

The liger had already turned around, grunting as he hefted Wyvern up to parry a deadly slash of Lucifer's blade, and the hellsteed pushed out its armoured chest to try and ram Killer into the ground, forcing him to shift sideways with a grunt, the force of the impact between sword and sword reverberating into his right arm but his left one swinging up with all his strength all the same, slashing into the flank of the skeletal horse and into Lucifer's leg, causing the fallen angel to hiss in fury and pain.

Killer turned around and swung Wyvern low, but Lucifer jerked on the reins and the hellsteed leapt over the danger, saving its legs and landing elegantly a safe distance away, immediately beginning to wheel around for another assault, and the liger could not follow because Lilith's magic struck again, encasing his legs in crystal that glowed and thrummed with powerful magic. The crystal pierced brutally into his flesh, turning his blood into stone as it sent the pain of a thousand wounds all the way up to his knees, the magic stone spreading quickly over other parts of his body and making them stiff and brittle as Astaroth charged forwards, cackling and roaring: "Don't give him respite! The insolent asshole is going down, and the desert will be his tomb!"

"You wish." Killer muttered, spinning the Azura blades tip-down and stabbing them into the ground, energy crackling around his arm with fearsome violence as he flexed and threw his weight against the crystal, tearing through it like it was paper and unleashing a wave of pure force into the twin swords. Asmodeus's roots immediately wrapped around them and up his arm, the thorns piercing into him and pumping poison into his system to restrain him once more, but the liger still had enough power to send a tremendous shockwave exploding into the ground, disintegrating the wasteland ahead of him and blasting Astaroth high up into the air, pelting him with spikes and daggers of dark stone, while thousands of tentacle-roots writhed and whip-lashed through the air, away from the tremendous blast, letting out weird sounds like squeaks of pain. Asmodeus's birds of prey dived from the sky with a vengeance, one of the eagles slamming its deadly beak down into the liger's face, and Killer roared in agony as it narrowly missed his eye, tearing away a large chunk of his muzzle instead, before he savagely punched the oversized, massive predator into a broken head of feathers and pulp, using a vortex of fire to shield himself from the other giant beasts while he charged under the mass of Astaroth and drove Wyvern through his chest before the demonic-god could react. Astaroth let out a feral snarl of agony, slashing his axes brutally towards the liger's neck, but Killer ducked and threw his weight forwards, forcing Wyvern down through the torso of the demon, drawing a wide, ugly, tremendous wound... before he was forced to spin on the spot and tear Wyvern free, sending Astaroth flying like a meteor towards Lilith as the knights pulling Hades's chart galloped against him, pushing forwards their enormous spears. Killer grunted and moved a step backwards, but there was no time to move out of the way and Abaddon was already charging in from the side, vomiting a river of black magma that exploded over the liger's form and sent him falling down to one knee with a grunt of exertion and pain. The spears rushed forwards, the thundering gallop of the ghost stallions filling his skull, but still he managed to swing Wyvern hard into the muzzle of one of the horses, chopping off a large chunk of its head and sending it rearing up with a chilling, ghastly neigh. The liger threw himself under the rearing horse, and the spear of the knight to the right stabbed uselessly into the ground, missing him as he rammed his shoulder in the belly of the ghost stallion and sent if crashing backwards into the following pairs, as the knight on the saddle fell ruinously to the ground, where he was swiftly terminated with Killer stomping one foot down into his helmet, crumpling it flat like it was made of paper.

Lilith's magic struck him again and he fell to his knees for a moment, grunting in agony, but he pushed quickly back up as the ghost knights scattered around him, their formation broken, the chains connecting each stallion to the heavy, wheel-less floating chariot tensing loudly and restraining the horses, making it easier for Killer to slash the Azura blades up through one, cutting horse and knight in two halves with the ease of slicing a pie. Another knight charged forwards, but Killer lashed his fist into the head of the horse and shattered the skull into nothing but a splatter of ethereal gore, the warrior on the saddle twisting around and drawing out a huge broadsword only to be cut in half by a swing of Wyvern, before the liger grinned in dark amusement, spreading his powerful arms and focusing on absorbing the energies around him as the remaining knights stabbed their spears viciously through his chest... and instead of wounding him, they were dissolved into motes of ghastly energy and absorbed into his body, helping to heal his wounds.

The floating chariot slid forwards propelled by its own residual momentum, and Hades slashed his triple scythe down in a wide cut, ghosts howling in the wake of the enormous weapons as uncountable other ethereal figures fired longbows at Killer from the sides of the chart, while many others pushed and dragged the chariot in place of the destroyed horses. "Your time has come, false Amon-Ra!"

Killer slammed Wyvern up against the scythe, the large blade biting between two of the three prongs of the immense reaping weapon, which snapped closed like scissors, dragging on Wyvern to tear it out of the liger's grip and cutting deep into his arm.

The heavy chariot rushed forwards against Killer, and he grunted as he was slammed backwards, reaching up to stab the Azura blades in front of the cart, wrestling it back as ghosts swarmed over his form, biting and clawing and driving ethereal spears and swords through him. Hades's terrible fangs flashed into view for a brief moment, gritted in a savage grin as the god pulled up a large hourglass, the glowing sand in it rapidly flowing out of the top chamber as he teased: "You see...? Your days of glory are over."

A bell in the back of the ship-shaped chariot tolled mournfully, and Killer winced as his head threatened to explode, pain flaring up in all of his body and his strength suddenly faltering, the ghosts shoving him hard backwards as the chariot nearly ran him over, his legs trembling and bending as he nearly collapsed to his knees. He didn't need to look down at his arms to know that the death god's terrible magic was inflicting age and decay on him, and anyway he was given no time to think or look at anything as Lilith's magic struck him again and blasted him flying backwards to crash on the bloodied ground.

Killer immediately pushed back up, coughing hard and vomiting blood, malignant energy crackling violently all over his form, and the first thing he saw was Hades's chariot rushing forwards, carried by a group of damned souls, as the cloaked god slashed his scythe down once more. The liger slammed the flat of Wyvern up into the scythe, smashing it backwards and leaping to his feet with a roar, spreading his arms and catching the front of the chariot, pushing back against it and wrestling it to a violent stop before hefting it high into the air, throwing it hard to the side, sending it crashing into the ground. He tried to follow to deliver a killing blow, but blood creatures assaulted him and he had to kick one flying into pieces before Pamela blasted three more into nothing but a splatter of liquid with a thundering discharge of force from her spear.

Astaroth and Abaddon charged against him, the first beast ramming into the liger's side and swinging out its axes, forcing the liger to duck and twist around, stabbing Wyvern and the Azura blades into the monstrosity and hefting it off the ground, tossing it up high past him. Immediately, a vortex of black magma exploded out of Abaddon's chest and slammed into Killer, mixed with Lilith's own magic, knocking him back once more, just as Lucifer galloped towards his shoulders, his sword tearing into the base of Killer's spine and sending him down with a roar of agony and fury.

"Finish him now!" Lilith howled from the back, and the other Princes pushed forwards, Asmodeus sending its root-tentacles swarming over the liger, imprisoning him in a tangle of toxic appendages, as Hades floated up from where he had crashed, readying its scythe and holding up the hourglass in his other bony hand. Malkira clawed up to his feet as well, hurling a gigantic boulder against Killer and hitting him squarely in the chest, sending him crashing backwards, face against the ground, where Asmodeus eagerly stomped on his chest, the roots stretching out of its "foot" tearing savagely into the liger's body.

Killer's eyes burned with agony and with rage at once, as he pushed against the roots with all his strength, muscles bulging explosively even as blood sprayed out of his wounds, before an explosion of flames and sheer energy surged out of him and incinerated several of the coils, smashing into Asmodeus with enough force to send the tree-like monstrosity stumbling backwards.

Killer pushed up to his feet with a roar of fury, charging forwards into Hades and using Wyvern to slam the scythe wide out to the side, exploiting the moment to smash his shoulder into the cloaked figure, grinning as he heard the sick cracking of bones... before two massive tentacles burst out of his shoulder and tore through the demonic god of death from side to side, twisting and grinding into the wound and then whip-lashing violently to the opposite sides, sending the god crashing to the ground with a howl of pain, shreds of fabric and broken bones flying in every direction. Killer turned around to wrestle Astaroth backwards, and then he used Wyvern to beat back the assault of Abaddon, before whistling and charging between the two gods, jumping high into the air just as Ruin emerged out of the ground in an explosion of bright flames.

He slammed his heels into the flanks of the fiery stallion, spurring him on in a charge towards Lilith, fully aware that he needed to cut her magic out of the picture to have the breathing space he needed to take on the other beasts.

The goddess saw him coming but did not panic or retreat, making instead an idle gesture with her hand, forming a massive longbow of black energy that she easily seized, aiming it at him and nocking a huge arrow with the same flowing, elegant movement, sending it crackling through the sky.

Killer swung Wyvern up and knocked the arrow away, before chopping in half another, and the Azura blades in his other hand shielded him from a third, the goddess nocking and unleashing arrows one after the other, the chord vibrating and sending out a loud, harp-like note with each release.

Abaddon, Astaroth, Hades, Malkira and Asmodeus rallied to protect the queen and her powerful spellcasting, and Killer charged into their line with a roar, Ruin leaving behind him a path of flames and snorting smoke from his nostrils as it rammed into Abaddon, sending the gigantic skeletal demon crashing backwards into a cliff, where he was struck by a sphere of focused golden energy thrown by Killer, the explosion shattering some of the bone-armour built over his ribcage.

"Strike down his bitches first!" Abaddon furiously roared, pushing out of the crater in the smoldering, half-molten cliff, and Lilith immediately directed a bolt of terrible magic against the two females as they battled against the horde of blood monstrosities spawned by Malkira's scattered gore and pieces, working to keep them off Killer's back. Kimera saw it coming and swiftly slashed down three monsters with a wide cut of her spear-axe, before swinging the blade up into the flow of magic, gritting her teeth with a wince as she was slammed backwards and her body was assaulted by terrible discharges of electricity and dark power. The goddess dig her feet into the ground and shoved back against the deluge of dark magic, finally shoving her blade through the thick of the vortex and breaking it down into two smaller bolts that sailed wide off the mark, exploding against the ground on either side of her, just as Kimera mowed down a charging demon with one of her deadly arrows, immediately nocking another and hitting a second target, before nocking three arrows at once as Lucifer himself charged against her, the immense golden sword crackling with devastating energy.

Killer turned to look over his shoulder just in time to see the fallen angel effortlessly disintegrating the arrows with a mere gaze, and he gritted his teeth with a snarl as Lucifer engaged Pamela, the enormous sword clanging loudly against the spear of the newborn goddess, sending the tigress stumbling backwards even as she rapidly swung her weapon up to parry a second swing, before blinding light exploded out of Lucifer in a shockwave that pulverized the very ground around him, tearing open a deep crater as Kimera howled in agony, the sun-like release of power burning her flesh even as Pamela shielded her with her own body, swinging her spear up to knock back Lucifer's renewed assault.

Killer hesitated for a moment, continuing to charge towards Lilith, and the demonic goddess sent a huge arrow smashing into his chest, making him grunt in pain as he was knocked down on the rump of Ruin, almost falling over and out of the saddle as the spear-like dart tore through his armor and deep into his flesh, sending a thundering discharge of dark magic cursing into his form and into the stallion beneath, causing it to miss a step with a neigh of agony. "How much do you care about your bitches, stud...? Will you die trying to save them, or will you die trying to kill me...?" Lilith teased, the sharkess flexing her slender but powerful body as she quickly nocked another arrow, but the liger shattered it with a shockwave of psychic force, glaring at her as he guided Ruin in a tight turn and galloped back towards the two females, ignoring Lilith's daughter and Astaroth's frightening hissing voice as he gloated: "So predictable..."

The monster slammed his arms into the ground and caused it to explode upwards in a storm of boulders and crystal blades, but Killer shielded himself with a wall of his own energy and surrounded himself with a freezing mist so terribly cold that the projectiles became brittle and shattered into pieces before even hitting him. Ruin twisted to the side to avoid Astaroth as it charged forwards with a roar, and Killer glared at Lucifer instead, flexing his powerful musculature as he hit out with a psychic blast that caught the fallen angel squarely in the back... But Lucifer shrugged it off and turned around with a snarl of pure fury, his eyes flashing as he shoved his palm out and sent a tremendous wave of light and pure power smashing into Ruin and Killer, knocking both violently backwards. "How dare you challenge me, mortal...? I'm the only true champion of god, the bringer of light!"

"You are just another traitor." Killer countered, grinning mockingly as he used his physical strength to tear through the solid wall of light and magic, dispelling it with a violent, thundering explosion and spurring Ruin towards the angel, teasing: "And a coward, bringing your army and your fellow Princes along in order not to face my fist alone. Too scared of getting your pretty face ruined...?"

Lucifer gritted his teeth in fury at his words, the handle of his sword groaning with how hard he squeezed into it as he turned his hellsteed around, pulling up his huge, demonic arm and clenching his fist, ramming it hard forwards and sending an ethereal serpent of golden energy lunging out against Killer, roaring: "Don't you dare, insolent mortal scum!"

Killer slashed Wyvern into the fangs of the titanic ghost-serpent, and it bit onto the blade, trying to wrestle him off the horse, but the liger was too strong, and with a growl managed to force the sword upwards through the head of the monster, dispelling it into motes of energy that quickly vanished. "You are a coward and a traitor, Lucifer. If you had the balls, you'd face me in a one on one." Killer mocked, guiding Ruin in a charge that the fallen angel only barely managed to avoid, guiding his steed in a tight turn away, a growl coming through his gritted teeth as his golden sword clashed thunderously against Wyvern.

Killer spurred Ruin onwards, away from the other Princes, hoping that Lucifer would take the bait... and when he looked up over his shoulder, he saw the fallen angel following, hammering his heels into the flanks of his own horse even as Abaddon howled: "Lucifer, no! It is exactly what he wants! Stay in the ranks!"

"Go back in the pack, pet! They are calling you home!" Killer teased, standing up on the stirrups and blasting a javelin of energy out of the Azura blades held in his left hand, hurling the spear against Lucifer, who slapped it away with a snort of pure hate, his mutated arm sizzling but covering itself in thick plates of bone and metal. "Little Lucifer can't stay outside past midnight...?"

The prideful demon god charged forwards with a howl of fury, completely deaf to the warnings coming from the other princes, and Killer grinned as their blades clashed again, lightning bolts erupting from the contacts as they fenced on horseback, thunder echoing over the wasteland with each brutal impact.

"I'll rip your sacrilegious tongue out of your skull, and I'll nail it to the wall!" Lucifer barked, swinging his broadsword against Killer in a succession of rapid, powerful and elegant assaults, but the liger used the sheer immensity of Wyvern to parry each blow, before standing up in the stirrups to stab the huge sword forwards.

Lucifer easily dodged, throwing himself down the side of his horse to let the blade pass uselessly above him, before he reached up with his demonic, mutated arm, the metallic talons seizing into the blade and soaking it in a terrible green acid that leaked out of large pores. The liquid sizzled as it streaked down the blade, but Wyvern glowed with Killer's energies and the acid failed to bite into the metal. Lucifer furiously yanked the huge weapon away while straightening to slash his own sword towards Killer's bloodied back as he spurred the hellsteed past Ruin, but the liger led his stallion in a tight turn and refused to let go of the sword. Segmented blades pushed out of Lucifer's mutated arm, clawing into Killer's flesh and snagging viciously into his black armlet and gauntlet, but the liger's shoulder rippled and suddenly burst forth with four large spiked tentacles that shot into Lucifer's chest and arm, slamming him backwards with a thick splatter of blood. The fallen angel hissed in agony but swiftly swung his heavy sword up through the tentacles, severing them... only for his eyes to bulge in surprise and alarm as Killer let go of the Azura blades, allowing them to dangle at the end of the chain coiled around his arm, while his hand balled up into a fist instead. "Careful, Lucifer... if you stay out alone at night, the big bad monster will get you..." Killer mocked while lashing out his fist, striking the Hellsteed straight between the eyes: the skeletal beast was heavily armoured, but the helmet modeled on top of his skull crumpled inwards like so much as paper, the bone itself exploding in small fragments as the spine of the horse bent and cracked, the whole beast seeming to crumple up against the god's fist. It let out a breathless neigh of agony, then collapsed suddenly to the ground, shattered, and Lucifer let out a grunt of surprise but managed to pull his feet out of the stirrups to land in a crouch, sword at the ready.

Killer led Ruin in a wide turn, renewing the safety distance from the incoming other Princes, and Lucifer incautiously followed, led by his injured pride, his oversized demonic arm outstretched to blast a beam of mixed light and darkness against the liger. Killer smashed his fist into the incoming deluge of energy, snarling as it slammed him violently back at first, dissolving his gauntlet and burning the flesh away to reveal the bones, but he pushed forwards nonetheless, breaking the beam apart into an explosion of motes of energy that were rapidly absorbed into his form, regenerating his hand as quickly as it had been destroyed. "You are just as prideful, impulsive and stupid as me..." The god observed, looking down at Lucifer as he cocked back his still smoldering fist, as darkness wrapped over his fingers again, reforming the solid, terrible gauntlet. "But you do not have my strength, and it will cost you." Killer added, kicking Lucifer's large sword out of the way and then slamming his fist into his face, aiming deliberately for the beautiful, uncorrupted, angelic side of it. Blood splattered thickly up Killer's arm, drops of it even painting his muzzle red as the liger licked his lips, watching with savage pleasure as the fallen angel flew bonelessly through the air to crash like a meteor into a cliff.

Lucifer howled in a mix of pain and fury, light exploding out of him in a monstrous blast that pulverized the cliff, his wings flapping majestically to keep him aloft as he launched himself against the liger, driving his large sword forwards with both hands, but Killer's tentacles brutally tore through all four wings and whip-lashed to the side to smash him down into the ground, grinding his face into the dirt.

Killer immediately led Ruin in a charge up the back of the fallen angel, the stallion eagerly trampling the Prince under his terrible hooves, but amazingly Lucifer pushed himself up with a roar, shoving his arms into the ground and arching his spine even with the tremendous weight of Ruin bearing down on his shoulders. The stallion leapt off him and went into a tight turn as soon as its hooves were back on the solid ground, Killer sliding easily down the side and landing on his feet, Wyvern balanced on one shoulder, the Azura blades dragging on the ground as he clenched his fist, energy crackling around his arm. "Thank your god, Lucifer, for I'm using the left. I do not want to kill you... yet." The liger teased, walking up to Lucifer and swinging Wyvern in a vicious cut as the fallen angel slashed his sword towards his neck. The golden broadsword flew out of Lucifer's hand with the violence of the blow, and before the demonic god could do anything else, Killer's left fist struck again, smashing into the angelic side of his face and crumpling it into a bloody pulp, the long golden hair stained crimson and caked in gore and dirt and dust.

Lucifer stumbled backwards with a cry of agony and shock, flexing his musculature and flicking his mutated wrist to reveal a large blade of golden energy that pushed out of his arm, but when he drove this towards the liger's heart a massive, spiked tentacle coiled around his limb and hefted him easily off the ground, smashing him down again and again and again, three, four, five times in rapid succession before Killer seized him by an incandescent horn, unfazed by the heat, and drove his spiked knee up in his face with a terrible, sick crunch. "You idiot... I hear you are the strategist here. I'm sure you briefed everyone about the dangers of engaging me in a one versus one in melee. And yet, you are the one who makes the dumb thing." Killer remarked, grinning viciously and flexing his massive musculature as the fallen angel uselessly punched him in the abdomen, clawing into his armor but unable to stop him in any way as he squeezed the horn so hard that it cracked before snapping off entirely, the liger spinning it tip down to stab it into Lucifer's shoulder like it was a dagger.

One of Lilith's arrows struck Killer in the back, making him grunt and hiss in pain as he stumbled forwards a couple of steps, but the god ignored the explosion of magic even as it ripped off a large chunk of armour and tore deep into the muscle and flesh of his shoulder and back. Lucifer fell to the ground with a hiss of agony, his hands clawing into the dirt as he scampered away from Killer as best he could, before he stretched his fingers towards his golden sword, and it floated immediately back in his grip.

"I had planned your demise in a better way, yes... but I'll still rip you apart, no matter what it takes." Lucifer spat, blood leaking from his broken jaws and cascading from his maimed features as he slashed the huge broadsword towards Killer's loins. "I'll start by cutting your famous, precious dick off. That will shut down your arrogance!"

The liger caught the blade in his left hand, hissing in agony as it tore through the gauntlet like it was made of butter, biting deep into his bones but failing to tear through them, and he leaned down with a snarl as he wrestled the heavy weapon hard backwards, slamming the flat of it into Lucifer's face. "You've heard about my cock, huh...? You little bitch. I bet you dream to suck it, don't you, faggot...? Yeah, you are right, it is famous. And it'll become even more famous still as I rape Hell into submission."

Lucifer fell backwards with a cry of pain, but immediately thrust up his mutated arm, clawing into the exposed muscles of Killer's legs, tearing deep into his flesh and grinding into the bone, but Killer still refused to be stopped, only hissing through fangs that were gritted in a savage, almost amused grin. The enormous male liger lashed out a brutal kick that knocked the demonic arm out wide, and the god immediately struck again, knocking Lucifer over and sending him rolling like a boneless heap of meat until it sprawled on his belly.

"I will tear you apart and will scatter the pieces far and wide across Hell, so everyone will get to see a piece of you..." Lucifer snarled, pushing up once more, but Killer only snorted and crushed the demonic arm under one boot, raising his foot up to slam it down on the fallen angel's head, crushing his face in the dirt, grinding it savagely into the rough sand and gravel of the rocky desert.

"Shut up, bitch." Killer easily countered, grinning predatorily. "You screwed up hard today, boy... but you were right on one thing: Michael and Typhon are complete assholes, and they betrayed God, exactly as you warned so many years ago."

"Of course they have." Lucifer snarled, turning his head around and looking up with one eye, through the blood leaking out of his devastated face. He tried to push up against Killer's massive, heavy foot, but the liger was unmovable, even as Lilith struck him with another powerful spell. "If god had listened to me, his champion, all this would have never happened."

"Now I'm giving you the chance to listen to good advice." Killer growled, flexing his massive form as Lilith's magic cursed violently through his system, making it hard not to fall over in agony, the pain filling him simply excruciating... but all the same, all that magic was food. Poisonous, negative, destructive, but still food for his massive body, and his muscles bulged explosively, thick veins pumping as he somehow devoured all that terrible energy, and used it to regenerate the damage it had just caused. "Assist me in ending this war, and I will let you live." Killer simply said, and Lucifer blinked in surprise, looking confused and surprised, staring up at the liger with a frown as he added: "If you truly care about your god still, you will see that this war goes against any and every thing he stood for. So help me put an end to this clash... or I'll put an end to you and I'll do the job myself. Whatever you decide, I'll get it done. You can live through it and get your revenge on Michael, or you can become a stain under my toe." Killer stabbed Wyvern into the ground near Lucifer's face, then gripped into two of the fallen angel's four wings, crushing the black feathers in his grip until he clawed into the solid, strong arms, and he crushed Lucifer's head viciously down into the reddened, wet ground as he ripped the two wings off his back with the ease of plucking a pigeon. He dismissively tossed the broken wings aside, ignoring the shriek of horror coming from the angel, and quickly picked Wyvern back up, shouldering it as he turned to face the other Princes, warning darkly: "You can take some time to think about it. But step in my way again, and I'll turn you into lube for my cock. I'm sure Lilith will appreciate the kindness of some lube: the first time with me is quite... traumatic."

Lucifer said nothing, but wisely decided not to push up to his feet either, and Killer ignored him for the time being, looking instead to Kimera, Pamela and even Ruin, who were still nearby, holding back hordes of demons that were trying to interfere in Killer's clash with the Princes.

Even Malkira had stood back up, his body mutating even further to turn the damage sustained into horrendous enhancements, his torn and ripped guts morphed into steely tentacles overgrown with thorns and blades and spikes of metal and bone, as vicious beasts continued to form from the blood that spilled out of his wounds and onto the ground. Killer picked up the Azura blades and slotted them back into the heavy handle, looking at the line of demonic gods: Lilith was in the back of the formation, and he was painfully aware that he needed to take her down next, if he was to be the one standing at the end of the clash. Lilith seemed fully aware of his intentions, her terrible magic crackling in her hands, but at the same time she was looking at him with evident interest, and Killer had not missed the fact that her juices were running literally down all the way to her toes as she studied him, his power, his virile strength.

He rolled his massive shoulders slowly, cracking his neck and selecting Malkira as his first target on the way to Lilith's mobile throne, and then he charged forwards with a roar, his feet slamming into the ground with enough force to rattle the wasteland and leave lakes of magma in his footprints. The demonic Princes charged forwards with their own howls, and Malkira's multiple axes slashed down against him in quick succession, but Killer leapt sideways on the flat of the first, bounced on the second and then stomped down on top of the pole of the third while driving Wyvern fiercely upwards, the crimson blade piercing through the lower jaw of the beast and ripping out the back of his skull. Malkira stumbled and gargled, coughing out dark blood, but then a mix of delight and fury flashed in his eyes as his tongue shot out, slithering over the sword like a tentacle made of interconnected pyramidal blades of steel that savagely whipped into the liger's arm, maiming the massive bicep, before the demonic god rammed a fist into Killer's torso and smashed him flying backwards. Wyvern tore free of Malkira's head, but the terrible tongue-tacle of the monster ripped Killer's arm into shreds on the way out, making him roar in agony even as he flung a large sphere of energy forwards with his other hand.

It collided with Malkira's muzzle and exploded with terrible force, knocking the god staggering backwards as the tongue disintegrated, and even as the giant god snarled and lunged forwards, swinging out his heavy weapons, Killer had already spread his wings and sailed higher into the air to stomp both feet down into his skull.

Malkira crashed face-first into the ground, and Wyvern chopped through a net of tentacle-roots coming from Asmodeus before the liger rammed his shoulder through Abaddon's chest-mouth, shattering bone and spilling magma in every direction as he tore through with the force of a meteor, landing near Lilith's throne, immediately cutting Wyvern through two of the chosen minotaur guards.

"Not so fast, big stud..." Lilith purred, and her eyes glowed with power and lust, a wave of sensual domination surging out of her form and washing over Killer with indescribable force, stumbling him for a moment as drool leaked from his jaws and his heart pounded harder and faster into his chest. It was painful, torturing as his heart beat so violently that it touched into the ribs, tormenting him with pain and threatening to burst apart in the exertion, but it was also delightful as her domination only aroused his own, her lust fed his own, and her urging caused his body to instantaneously grow in size, his already immense cock growing even faster until the black armor plate could no longer hide its fearsome majesty, and his muscles bulged explosively, so much so that they nearly tore through his own skin.

Killer roared his lust, his delight and his challenge, and he laughed darkly as the minotaur guards dropped the sphinx-throne and charged forwards to slam their double-handed swords into his legs, the giant god idly kicking a dozen of them flying into a cloud of blood and gore that splashed all over the throne before simply slamming down his fist into another couple, crushing it entirely out of existence in a fine red mist.

Lilith recoiled backwards into her throne with a snarl of unbearable, indescribable lust and ecstasy, her cheeks burning red, her tongue lolling out and her drool flooding her cleavage as she spread her long legs wide, her back arching violently as her juices exploded out of her in thick, rich squirts.

Killer snarled like a feral beast, clawing into the front of her body with a huge, powerful hand that crumpled the thick armour plates like they were made of paper, ripping her armor and veils off her splendid body while she desperately played with herself, gripping her loins with both hands and shoving her fingers in deep as she breathlessly growled in absolute need. Her mind knew that it was a suicidal move, yet she couldn't tell herself to stop, to react, to escape from that dangerous yet delicious clash, and her eyes continued to glow as she gazed directly into the titan's own eyes.

Killer growled savagely and flexed, his muscles bulging so powerfully that his skin ripped in several places, drool flying from his terrible jaws as he glared down at the remaining minotaur guards and they simply imploded into a red mist, crushed out of existence like mere gnats, before the gigantic male sent huge, mighty tentacle-cocks swarming all over the incautious goddess, trapping her within literal tons of fuckmeat, the immense black appendages brutally coiling around her and hefting her clear off the seat, slamming her back into the high backrest as two of the titanic members ground greedily into her soaked sex, while two more shamelessly pushed against her asshole, and another invaded her mouth after coiling viciously around her neck. Killer laughed darkly, savoring the moment as his tentacles erupted ungodly blasts of thick, potent precum filled with giant, aggressive sperms, and his eyes glowed a murderous, icy sapphire as his tentacles tore inside the goddess with an explosion of blood and incandescent pearly juice, her scream echoing across the desert.

"Lilith, stop it! Stop it! Are you insane...? You are only making him stronger!" Abaddon howled, assaulting Killer from behind, stabbing a large blade into his back and driving it forwards as hard as he could, but gaping in horror and disbelief as the god's musculature flexed with such power to push the blade back out, as Killer slowly turned around, licking his lips as drool leaked from his jaws and his eyes glowed with sapphire flames. Killer's fist lashed up and slammed into Abaddon's skeletal face with fearsome violence, shattering bone and spilling magma and blood in every direction as the demonic divinity staggered backwards, but the liger had already moved his hand down to seize the blade, crumpling the dark metal like paper in his grip and brutally tearing the whole appendage off, tossing it dismissively away and laughing darkly even as the other three blades viciously snapped down into his hips and flanks and arms, stabbing into him again and again but failing to pierce more than a few inches inside muscles that were harder than diamond and healed at a fearsome rate, erasing the wounds from sight almost as quickly as they were inflicted on him. "Stop it, Lilith! Stop it!" Abaddon shouted again, and it sounded like a prayer now as Killer seized another of the segmented blade-tentacles and ripped it off with a mere flex, using it like a whip to tear through the demon's armour of bone, stabbing deep into his chest, sending blood and magma splattering in every direction.

Lilith screamed in delight, her eyes glowing as she spread her legs all the wider for Killer, as the monstrous tentacles thrust forwards into her with brutal force, an enormous member coiling around her whole body like a gigantic anaconda and dragging her forwards to meet the other enormous cocks as they buried themselves into her tight, soaked, hot, clenching passage, causing blood to cascade down into the seat as she was slammed back into the backrest of the throne, her hands clawing into the gold and into the hardwood as it creaked and cracked with the force of the male's pummeling. She choked hard as a thick, fat tentacle savagely fucked her face, her jaws creaking as its tremendous girth threatened to break her skull apart, her tongue crushed back into her throat, painfully rammed out of place and yet weakly trying to lick up into the black flesh, cradling it, worshiping it, savoring its brutal, virile, potent taste as it flooded her stomach with thick precum, and drool cascaded out of the corners of her mouth and burst messily out of her nostrils.

"Stop this madness, Lilith!" Astaroth howled, charging against Killer as the liger seized into Abaddon's chest armour and ripped the heavy plates of bone off, magma and strands of flesh still attached to the heavy pieces of exoskeleton as the demonic god howled in agony. But the goddess only let out a gargling gasp of delight as Killer shrugged off Astaroth's charge, turning slowly towards him with an almost patronizing look before stabbing Wyvern down through the beast's chest, letting go of the sword to grab the demon by the horns, hefting him up like a puppy and beginning to smash his fist into his face, again and again and again, laughing darkly as blood and gore splattered thickly upwards as the skull cracked apart with a sick crunch.

He was a beast, a monster, power incarnate, and when Asmodeus tried to tackle him into the ground, Killer only snorted in annoyance and uprooted the mutated, warped tree-like god off the ground and tossed him hard against Malkira, knocking both gods sprawling like pins before going back to pummeling Astaroth, devastating its body with such ferocity that the demon's regeneration was wearing out and the terrible wounds no longer healed. The other Princes screamed at her, begged her to stop using her lust on Killer, but their voices barely made it into her ears as she choked and gargled loudly, her own shrieks coming out as nothing but splutters and bubbling drool mixed with precum as dense and thick as tar, filled with sperms so massive that she could feel each and every one of them moving, the enormous seeds stretching her nostrils painfully wide in order to burst out of them. Her eyes rolled up in her skull as the tentacles slammed fiercely into her, her body spasming violently and her bones creaking as she was painfully bent by the powerful appendages, her knees almost hitting her in the face as her ass was pushed brutally upwards and her head pinned into the seat, her neck straining as she was pressed into the backrest, her feet kicking uselessly at the air as she spread her legs as wide as she could, her own blood and nectar splashing over her face and breasts as she stared in awe and shock up at her own loins, unable to tear her gaze off the colossal, veiny members thrusting up her stretched-out holes, unable to believe their sheer immensity as they bulldozed their way inside her, bloodied and completely soaked in her juices.

She could not voice her agony nor her ecstasy, but the drool falling from her jaws and her body flexing and spasming, her toes curling and stretching compulsively as she clawed into the throne made her delirious ecstasy evident as the huge male savagely abused of her, growling like a feral beast, his thrusts fast and violent, his rhythm and strength punishing her with ferocity as he only cared to satisfy his greedy hungers, his body flexing with terrible, impossible power as he caught Malkira's head between his hands and hefted the demonic god of war clear off the ground, squeezing on the sturdy skull until it imploded with a sick, wet crunch. Lilith arched her back with a cry of awe and ecstasy at that demonstration of power, her heart racing as Killer licked the bloody pulp off the palm of one hand while casually plucking one of Asmodeus's beasts of prey out of the air to crunch it into nothing but liquid, laughing darkly. Lilith screamed again, her nectar bursting out of her in a thick jet as the tentacles kept her hopelessly pinned, the goddess writhing under him, rocking her whole body back against every vicious thrust, giving as much delighted voice as she could to all of her orgasmic cries even as the cock buried in her mouth slammed all the way down into her stomach, thrusting right into the tight embrace formed by its same length, as the tentacle coiled tightly around her throat before curving up into her mouth.

The rational part of her was lost somewhere in the middle of that pile of flesh, of cocks, of brutal, overwhelming power, and her hands desperately gripped at the throne, trying to pull her body to safety, her claws digging deep furrows in the metal and in the hardwood, but she could go nowhere, the tentacles easily stretching even longer and thicker and stronger, wrapping yet another time around her form and dragging her easily backwards whenever she managed to crawl some distance away. She grunted as the liger picked up an even greater pace, and the tentacles slammed up her hard enough to shove her through the sturdy throne, disintegrating it into an hailstorm of fragments of gold and hardwood as she was slammed down on the back of the golden sphinx, pinned to the cold gold, her spine creaking and her wings painfully crushed under her body. Lilith's hips still bucked desperately back against the male's powerful pistons, her movements too slow and constrained to match his terrible pounding but adding nonetheless to his and her ecstasy as blood spilled out of her, bubbles forming messily over her face with the drool and precum squelching out as she dug her fingers into the solid metal, clutching into the sphinx for dear life as she was wrecked by another mind-shattering orgasm... and yet it was almost unseen, unimportant, unnoticed due to the sheer amount of his precum flooding her insides and blasting out of her ravaged holes, her belly bulging painfully as he filled her up with his thick, virile essence, more of it splattering out in steady streams from around the girthy tentacles, leaking from her bruised and obliterated holes as she gargled and struggled to breathe in some air, all of it thick and rich with his potent scent.

Again she heard a voice howling for her to stop trying to dominate the dark god, but her mind did not process what Hades said, pushing it aside as unimportant. What mattered was the delightful power of the huge male that was raping her, and she trembled violently, prey of a self-destructive urge that had her staring at Killer with hunger and craving, her eyes glowing even more brightly as she gurgled a tease. Had his tentacle not filled her maws so much to lock her jaws painfully open, she would have begged for him to fuck her, to give it to her even worse. And her violent passion fueled Killer's own, the male's muscles bulging and flexing explosively as yet more energy cursed through his form, his heart pumping even faster, filling his chest with pain but all the same feeding his darkness and his monstrous strength as he snarled in ecstasy and hunger, his blood flowing faster in his veins and boiling as his tentacles hefted her up into the air, violently pulling her arms up as her head fell backwards painfully with each savage thrust of the tentacle buried down her throat, her whole body bouncing helplessly as the tentacles buried past her ripped, bloody labia and into her devastated asshole pumped in and out with ferocious force, mercilessly grinding and gyrating with each movement, sending precum, blood and juices raining thickly down.

And yet, with self destructive enthusiasm, Lilith pulled up her trembling, spasming legs and propped herself up by settling her feet on the thick, powerful bodies of the black-fleshed tentacles. She slipped on the mixture of her own blood and juices, but her feet sliding down the immense members only pleased Killer even more, and whenever she managed to apply some strength she pushed her body back and forth, bucking as best she could in time with his pounding.

"Stop her, stop her...! She's completely insane...!" Asmodeus howled, lashing out with his tentacle-roots against Killer's chest, but the liger seemed incapable to feel pain anymore and he just barreled through the assaults, his regeneration healing the wounds almost as soon as they appeared. Killer clawed into the metallic "bark" covering Asmodeus's body, and his claws tore through with terrifying ease, causing the demon to howl in agony as the god's large fingers tore deep inside... before the Prince spluttered breathlessly as a large part of the front of his body was simply torn off, revealing the flesh and muscle beneath and shredding large chunks of them away as they clung to the outer shell.

Hades rushed past Killer and opened a large portal behind Lilith, pulling up his terrible scythe to sever the tentacles, but Killer turned around with a feral snarl of fury and smashed him back with the large plate of thick bark, sending the cloaked monster crashing into the ground. The liger glared at the portal and disintegrated it in an explosion of energy, his tentacles slamming Lilith hard into the ground, making her cry out in a mix of pain and ecstasy, the gurgling sound turning into a choked scream as she blindly clawed into the earth, hips raised high into the air and her legs spread wide and bent over as she was pile-driven into the dirt, precum splattering out with every violent piston of the tentacles, her body all bruised and bloodied by the force of the savage thrusts and by the crushing embrace of the tentacles. Tears leaked down her cheeks, but they could hardly be guessed, lost in the thick puddles of precum, blood and orgasm juice as blood streaked down her legs, down her torso, dripped all over her face, mixed with his thick, potent masculine essence, which erupted into her in ungodly blasts, filling her up, bulging her body out of shape, as he looked down at her with a vicious grin, his eyes burning sapphire and a violent, bloody orgasm squirting out of her.

Malkira galloped towards her next, his crushed head replaced by a tangle of hideous tentacles, some ending in large yellow eyes and others in terrible circular mouths lined with gnarled fangs, other mutations pushing out of the devastating wounds all over his form, but Killer stormed after him, his steps rattling seemingly the whole of Hell before he tackled the demonic god to the ground, roaring as he squeezed the dragon's flanks with his mighty arms and bones loudly, sinisterly cracked like twigs. Killer laughed darkly, effortlessly hefting Malkira clear off the ground, clawing into the two sides of his chest, ripping through flesh and bone, and his body grew even larger, crackling with tremendous energy as thee pairs of mighty, proud horns pushed out of the liger's skull, muscles bulging explosively, shattering the plates of black armour he wore and leaving him naked and glorious, his immense black shaft hanging heavily between his powerful legs.

"You... can't... kill... me!" Malkira howled, the tentacle-mouths pushing out of his mutilated neck arching down to claw and bite into Killer's arms, but the liger was oblivious to the pain and only snarled in dark delight as he tore the draconic god apart, ripping him in two halves, his chest exploding in a splatter of blood and gore as the two pieces were tossed away to opposite sides. Still, tentacles and tendrils of flesh immediately snaked from one half of the body to the other, beginning to immediately twist together to reconnect the parts and drag them together... and before Killer could deliver a finishing blow, Astaroth charged in with an howl, lunging against the liger and slashing both of his axes into the huge male's chest. The blades failed to penetrate more than a few inches into the massive musculature, however, and Killer grinned in savage entertainment, taking an instant to savor the shock in the demon's eyes before dropping his head down to stab his terrifying, mighty horns into Astaroth's body, piercing right through him. The demonic divinity howled in pain and rage, clawing and kicking and slashing against the gigantic male liger, but Killer only straightened, arching his back as he hefted Astaroth into the air with his horns... and then he threw his head hard backwards, and the horns ripped and tore through flesh and bone, armour and scales, blood splattering thickly out as Astaroth was disemboweled and his body savaged so brutally that the horns slipped out of the large wounds and the body flew high through the sky, crashing hundreds of feet behind Killer.

Asmodeus exploited the moment to form a portal right beneath Lilith, and she sunk right through it before Killer could use his tentacles to heft her back out. The tree-like divinity rapidly closed the vortex behind the goddess, and the walls of black energy chopped through Killer's massive tentacles like a guillotine, severing them and sending them whip-lashing through the air, writhing in pain even as they immediately began to regenerate their lost ends. Killer recoiled with a grunt, the sudden disappearance of Lilith's aura of lust leaving him confused and disoriented for a brief instant, the flow of his blood and adrenaline slowing down and his heartbeat returning to more normal levels... but if the Princes had expected his supernatural, obscene strength to diminish with the absence of the goddess, they were disappointed, as Killer grew easily another twenty feet taller, snarling in fury as he was denied his prey right when the game was getting to the true fun. The moment of confusion as Killer got out of the haze of lust and vicious hunger was all Hades needed to sneak behind the immense male, however, and his terrible triple scythe swung down right into the center of his back, lodging deep into the god's form and then beginning to glow and crackle with lightning as it absorbed away titanic amounts of energy.

"Strike him down! Hit him now!" Hades howled, and Abaddon, Malkira, Astaroth and Asmodeus all pushed up to their feet with snarls of rage, pain and craving of vengeance, assaulting the huge male from all sides as Killer stumbled forwards with a roar of pain, rage and confusion, swinging a huge arm backwards but missing as Hades twisted out of the way and only pushed the scythe further into the liger's flesh. "You are done now, Amon-Ra!" The god of death cackled, laughing in dark delight as Asmodeus sent his beasts of prey against Killer's face while slashing down whip-like roots jutting with cruel, terrifying thorns that leaked poison and acid. Astaroth picked up his blades and snickered as he lunged towards Killer's groin, aiming for the arrogant, immense black-fleshed cock and the colossal, impossible testicles behind, and Malkira and Abaddon slammed their blades and maces and fists into whatever part of Killer's form they could reach.

"Chop his dick off, I want to stuff it down his own throat!" Malkira roared, and Astaroth cackled as he prepared to slash his axes through the girthy, massive base, but when he came closer to the liger he was struck by a huge fist, straight on top of the skull, and he flopped to the ground with a cry of agony, blood exploding out of his mouth, nostrils and even leaking in crimson tears out of his eyes.

"Keep him restrained, drain him to a husk!" Abaddon urged, and Hades cried out in pain as the energies flooding through the scythe threatened to burn him into ashes. Reapers with their own far smaller but still terrible scythes began to appear around the suffering god, however, and they all floated forwards to stab their blades into Killer, draining even more energy out of him.

The liger slumped forwards with a growl of agony, his vision rapidly darkening even as he glared down at a couple of reapers and caused them to burst into flames, howling and rapidly dissolving into dust as they were overwhelmed by the god's energies. He instinctively reached upwards to seize into a tangle of Asmodeus's terrible whips as they savagely tore into his chest, and he shredded those, but his movements were rapidly becoming slower and weaker and he felt sluggish when he tried to turn sideways to face Malkira as the seemingly unkillable god drove his axes into his hip and arm. Killer barely recognized Pamela as she lunged into the fight, driving Malkira back for a moment with a swing of her long spear, while Asmodeus mostly ignored the long arrows that Kimera sent into the exposed flesh and muscle of his front, where Killer had ripped the "bark" off.

Pain filled his body from all sides and made it hard to focus on much of anything, even as his tentacles savagely swung down among his enemies and tore into Asmodeus while crushing his beasts of prey into their coils... and then, while his mind sluggishly tried to think of a way out of that massacre, his eyes spotted Wyvern, standing some distance away, where he had driven it tip-down into the ground.

The Imprisonment crystal, full of captive souls and energies, glowed in the heavy handle. And he extended one open palm towards his weapon, calling on those forces.

Souls and bolts of crackling energy exploded out of the Crystal and the blade, and they rushed towards Killer's palm. The liger grinned a bit, even as blood leaked out of his mouth, and the demonic gods around him turned around in shock just before the tremendous forces shot through their backs, piercing through their forms and bursting out of their chests, energy cursing all through their forms and burning into their systems before flooding into Killer's hand.

Hades howled in pain as he was knocked backwards by the explosion of force, and Killer immediately spun around and seized the pole of the Scythe, ripping the weapon out of his flesh, shutting his eyes with a growl of pain and rage as the cruel serrated blade shredded chords of muscle and sent blood spurting thickly out, a spasm going through his body. As soon as the triple blade was out of his flesh, however, the sapping of his energies ended and he felt a sudden rush of sheer power returning to him, as several of the Reapers still crowded around him were incinerated instantaneously, barely managing to let out a shriek before falling apart. Hades hurriedly scrambled back to his feet, and darkness exploded out of him in the form of a thick, poisonous fog that rapidly thickened, becoming as hard as concrete around Killer and jutting with flexible talons and thorns that slammed into his body, making him growl in a mix of pain and fury, before he yanked the Scythe out forwards and kicked blindly through the darkness, smirking cruelly as his boot made contact with a body and the loud cracking of bones came to his ears, although muffled and sounding like it came from the other side of the world. "You have really annoyed me..." Killer venomously hissed, gripping into the Scythe's pole with the other hand as well, even through toxic, negative energy exploded out of the weapon and tore up his arms as Hades resisted. Killer roared and flexed his enormous musculature, snagging the weapon out of the god's hands and then slashing it around himself, cutting through a dozen Reapers and dissolving them into nothing but dark smoke, and Hades shrieked in pain from beyond the impenetrable black fog. The darkness dissolved a moment later as the demonic god of war floated backwards, one arm pressed over a large, bloody gash in the front of his body, the cloak ripped and torn. "I will turn your skin into my carpet!" Hades muttered, extending an oversized, bony claw towards Killer and calling his Scythe back, causing the weapon to writhe and trash around in the liger's grip, the pole crackling with black energy and becoming incandescent as it did all it could to free itself, but Killer still spun the massive weapon and swung it in a backwards rising cut, all three blades tearing into Asmodeus's body as the god charged at his back.

The tree-like monstrosity was hefted off the ground with a cry of pain, dark blood spraying out of his front as the Scythe ripped through, and Killer swung the weapon all the way up above his head before lodging it into Hades like an axe into a stubborn log, sending the god of death crashing backwards with a gargle. Asmodeus, Abaddon and Malkira assaulted him immediately, and Killer turned around to face them, extending a hand towards Wyvern and calling to the sword, which eagerly flew into his grip, the liger immediately slashing the heavy blade against the enemies... before grunting and making a grimace as he spotted clouds of dust moving in the distance across the wasteland, as thousands upon thousands of figures advanced towards the battle.

The demonic gods noticed it too, and stared at the approaching horde for a few long moments, as Astaroth spat: "Here they come..."

Killer turned his gaze back to his opponents, studying their reaction to try and understand what was approaching: instinct told him that any army coming from the edge of the Circles of Hell could only be hostile and meant to reinforce his enemies, yet the Princes, for a moment, appeared worried.

Abaddon caught Killer's gaze and hurriedly turned the expression on his bony face into a vicious grin, barking: "No matter how much you try to resist: we'll hack at you again and again until you go down and stay down. And we'll throw as many troops into this fight as it takes! See that army on the horizon? More and more will come to feast on your corpse!"

"Dogs sometimes get to bark and feast on the corpse of a lion, but dogs stay dogs, and lions stay lions." Killer calmly countered, grinning gamely as he brought Wyvern up in front of himself. "And let them come, however many they can be. This day, no dog gets to feast. You are only making my task easier by bringing them here. Spares me the effort of hunting your armies down, one by one."

He is bluffing. Killer did not miss the instant of confusion on the other Princes' faces, and his suspects about the nature of the incoming army only increased. I've been told I do have support in Hell, haven't I...? That might be it.

Kimera spotted the incoming horde as well, and surveyed it for a brief moment before shouting over the noise of the battle: "They are coming for you, Lord Killer! Don't listen to their lies!"

Astaroth snarled in fury at her intervention, slamming his massive blades into Wyvern and leaning forwards with all of his strength, pushing towards Killer and hissing venomously: "It does not matter who they are. I'll still hang your rotting corpse to the door of my castle before they can even reach us!"

The other Princes looked unsure, however, suddenly acutely aware that the fate of the battle was quickly tilting against them, even as new portals opened and more demonic troops charged out of them, facing Pamela's spear and Kimera's arrows as they attempted to get to Killer, while the liger slashed Wyvern hard against Astaroth's blades and sent the demon skidding hard backwards, before charging straight into him, dropping his shoulder to make contact with all of his strength and slap the hellish overlord flying.

"Prove it, then! Come on, put me to the test!" Killer teased, grinning widely as he hurled a sphere of focused energy into Astaroth, striking him as he fell through the air, the enormous explosion sending him crashing to the ground in a bloody heap. Killer immediately followed to deliver another blow, but Hades floated in the way, howling in a mix of fury and agony as he tore his own scythe out of his chest and swung it hard against Killer...

But in that very same moment, new and immense energy signatures, burning as hot as suns, entered Hell and sent a ripple of energy across its vast expanses, and Killer grinned widely, recognizing Alexis's tremendous power well before she appeared in a blast of fire, followed by Vesta and Ira and then by Gaia, and the others following closely.

The Princes immediately realized the gravity of their situation, and Astaroth rolled over with a grunt, opening a portal and vanishing through it, hurriedly closing it behind his back. Abaddon opened his own portal and rushed through it, grunting in pain and half-falling into the vortex as a huge arrow of golden energy pierced his skull from back to front, coming from Vesta's massive longbow. Asmodeus vanished in a cloud of darkness, but when Hades attempted to flee, Ira walked forwards with a snarl and flung her hook-blades and chains into his cloaked figure, spearing right through him. The demon arched his back with a cry of agony, but still tried to lunge into the portal, only to be yanked hard backwards to crash into the ground as the cobra gripped into the chains, twisted them further around her powerful arm and pulled back, her huge bicep bulging explosively as she teased: "Don't go away just yet, the party only started!"

Malkira, who was caught by surprise while galloping towards Killer's back, made a tight turn and opened a passage to escape, but was not quick enough to avoid Killer's fearsome tentacles which tore like spears through his badly mutated, just-regenerated body and dragged him back into the dirt, while Alexis's terrible psychic power disintegrated the portal into a hailstorm of fragments of glass-like solidified magic.

Malkira immediately attempted to claw his way back to his feet, snarling like a feral beast and lashing out at the immense tentacles that twisted and whip-lashed viciously through his form, turning his body into a messy pile of gore, but before he could get anywhere Killer stomped down on what remained of his chest and pinned him down to the ground, before swinging Wyvern down in a brutal cut that chopped the demonic god's torso off the enormous dragon-like lower body.

Malkira hissed in a mix of rage and delightful, delirious agony, flashing a snarling grin up at the liger even as he spasmed violently on the ground and blood and guts spilled thickly out of his devastated body, and the monster slammed a punch into Killer's leg, even if it proved too weak to dislodge the titan. "I... will... not... die. Eventually, I'll eat you, like I've eaten those who challenged me before. I can't die... all the damage you cause will just mutate me and make me stronger!"

"I don't believe you." Killer easily replied, stabbing Wyvern tip-down through the dragon body, pinning it down to the ground just as it attempted to stand up again. The black tentacles, jutting with tremendous spikes and blades of bone, savagely ground into the devastated body and ripped it literally into shreds while Killer let go of the sword and cracked his knuckles instead, grinning predatorily down at the hellish master of war. "I'm sure you have your own limit, and I'll just punch you in the face until you no longer piece yourself back together. There cannot be two masters of war. I am the only one."

"Don't you dare touching me, filthy mortal!" Malkira roared from his countless mouths, as the large eyes at the end of the ugly tentacles that had replaces his lost head glowed crimson and reared up, as far away from Killer's heavy fist as they could go. The liger only smirked, clawing into a broken shoulder and pinning it violently down to the ground before ramming his punch home in the tangle of tentacles, grinning as blood and gore splattered up from the dozens of eyes that burst apart, many tentacles becoming nothing more than bloody smears on his knuckles even as many more, those ending in the large, cruel mouths, coiled around his arm and bit into his hard musculature, blood spilling from the wounds but the fangs crumbling when they tried to dig deeper, the tentacles tearing apart as weak strings when Killer cocked his fist back to prepare another tremendous blow. Malkira cried out in horror and begged him to stop, but the fist smashed down again, and again, and again, crushing the god into nothing but a shapeless pulp smeared on the bottom of a deep crater, and Killer grinned in vicious delight as the monster still attempted to piece itself back together: it looked like every single fiber of his being was a sentient beast, some kind of slithering tentacle that somehow lived and sought out the countless others to twist together into new shapes. Killer watched in sick fascination as thousands of the fleshy strings twisted together, beginning to form a new, serpent-like monstrosity out of the gore on the rocky ground, but when it jutted with ugly bone spikes and attempted to lash up into his chest, the liger gripped it firmly in one hand and easily ripped it apart, tossing it down to the ground once more.

"Well, it was fun until it lasted..." Killer teasingly commented as the tendrils attempted to form something else, but the damage sustained was too great, and the time required to form something which had a prayer against the titanic male was too great. Without the other Princes keeping Killer busy, Malkira was doomed, and after a brief wait the dark god snorted in boredom and grumbled: "Too slow. I can't wait all day, Malkira. Goodbye." The pathetic creature made of twisting tendrils of bloody flesh let out a howl of fear and denial that sounded like the squeak of a terrified mice, and Killer laughed as he strangled the serpent in one hand, the tendrils splattering wetly in his grip before he tossed what was left into his mouth, chewing on the raw meat slowly and cruelly, until the pathetic squeaking ceased entirely as he swallowed the pulp and left it to his body to absorb and make good use of whatever energy was left within it.

Alexis, nearby, had tackled Hades down to the ground and then driven his scythe into his chest, keeping him pinned while she straddled him and literally destroyed him, piece by piece, ripping his limbs off with the ease of breaking small twigs, ripping his chest open and shattering every single rib, punching his organs into pulp one after another... and when Killer looked up, she had just gripped into the skull of the god, her immense bicep bulging with power as she effortlessly ripped it and much of the spine out of the bloody pulp that was left of the corpse. She stood up with a grin, winking at him, and then easily bent the damaged spine into a circle, putting the skull down on top of it. "Yes... this will do..." She mused, and then smirked as energy crackled around her arm as the bones shrunk smaller and smaller, while the Scythe simply dissolved in a puff of dust that the wind blew away.

In a mere moment, the goddess stood with the miniaturized bones resting in the palm of her bloodied hand, and Killer walked up to her to look down with a grin at the ring of gold and bone that she had created. "Death's place is down between my toes." The goddess said, and Killer growled quietly in delight at her idea, grinning as he picked up the dead, objectified divinity, looking down at the tiny skull and licking his lips as he saw a faint glint of light in the otherwise empty eye sockets.

"Spending eternity around my toe is really an honor he does not deserve... but I saw the terror in his mind at the idea of such punishing, and I just had to make sure to turn his nightmare into reality." Alexis amusedly said, hugging the huge male and kissing his powerful chest as she breathed his mighty, virile scent, enriched with the taste of blood, of his sweat, of battlefield dust. "You look stunning, lover... I love the fact that I'm more and more often finding you naked, as well as victorious."

"You suggested me to grind my cock in my enemies' faces... and you know that your advice is something I always listen to." Killer playfully replied, kissing her lips lovingly before pulling back a bit to look at her spectacular body, all covered in blood. "And you are even more splendid than usual... red truly does look great on you."

"Thanks, lover. I know." She amusedly replied, grinning as she nuzzled him lovingly, resting a hand on his shoulder and shifting to the side a bit so she could pull up her long, powerful, muscular and divine leg, spreading her toes as she gazed at him with love and adoration, whispering: "On my toe, because Death is too small a power to stay close to yours. On my toe, but under your command, under your dominance. An unnecessary, unworthy monument to your power."

"And yours." Killer lovingly replied, one hand caressing the almighty muscles of her powerful thigh as he easily slipped the Death ring upon her big toe, the two lovers smirking at each other as she breathed: "On the left big toe. On the right, I'll wear Thanathos when his time comes."

Killer grinned and growled in approval before kissing her again... and when they finally parted, Vesta coughed a bit to draw their attention, even if her eyes were fixed on the little skull-ring on Alexis's toe. "Sorry for the delay, but I assure you, we left the Middle Sea mostly devoid of life, I think." The queen of Seraphims announced, making a grimace as she thought of the sheer number of monstrous and ferocious creatures that had crawled out of the cursed sea to attack them. "Fuck, there was stuff down in that goddamn puddle that makes no fuckin' sense. If a god created them, that god was crazy."

"Nice to have you all here." Killer said, smiling widely as he hugged Vesta, then Ira, then the others. Ira made a comment about him having taken a lot of hits, far too many to get a good mark from her... but despite the playful remark, she was actually amazed by what he had accomplished, fighting back the seven Princes on his own. Vesta was left staring in awe at the ruins of the great Wall that had once frustrated her attempts to lead the armies of Heaven to victory against Satan, and Gaia insisted to use her magic and the help of the healing powers of Nature to enhance his regeneration and help close up his many wounds.

Manticora and Kimera took a few long moments to themselves, hugging and whispering quietly to each other, and Killer was glad to give them all the time they needed: the two twin sisters had been separated for uncountable centuries, and while for a long while they had at least been able to communicate thanks to their psychic link, the last few centuries had mostly been silent and lonely due first to Hell's defences being reinforced against Heaven and then to the Cataclysm, which had messed up all the distances and the ancient links, even those between twin sisters and even the "shared mind" that had always been prerogative of the Seraphims. He was all too happy to just watch as the two sisters hugged and kissed, silent tears of happiness rolling down their cheeks.

But the horde of demons that had appeared on the horizon was getting rapidly closer, and Killer's attention shifted to it as soon as his eyes began to pick up details. It immediately became evident that the whole armada was essentially made up by demonesses. Tall, beautiful and fit demonesses with heads adorned with proud horns of the most various shapes and sizes. They weren't particularly mutated, and it didn't take long for Killer to begin recognizing the features of mortal girls he had known in the past... known and raped. Fucked and slaughtered.

Among them, he recognized Dark's wife, a red-head wolfess with dark grey fur, with large breasts that stood firmly and proudly on her chest, her abdomen flat and toned, her hips wide and seductive. She hadn't changed much from when she had been mortal, pregnant and terrified, hiding in the tent that had been the headquarters of her husband. Killer had found her there, dragged her out in the open and raped her, using his enormous cock to fuck the unborn children of his enemy into nothing but crimson mush, lubricant for his enormous shaft, that he had forced her to lick up. She had not survived his brutal pounding, and she had died in a delirious status of agonizing ecstasy, much to the hilarity of Killer's troops, that cheered their general in his exhibition of masculine supremacy.

And now there she was, her eyes glowing with insane hunger and eagerness, a collar of bone clamped on her throat, a snake-like tongue, long and prehensile, whipping at the air and dripping hot drool all over her large, bare breasts as she sat cross-legged on the shoulders of two other females just as lustful as her. Dark's daughter was there as well... she had followed her mother's fate in life, and in death. And thousands upon thousands of others followed, chanting the word "master!" over and over again, in a roar that grew deafening as they swarmed into the valley in front of Killer.

Dark's wife pulled on two sturdy leather leashes ending in collars wrapped around the throats of two other females, and Killer growled hungrily at the realization that those were the unborn children he had crushed into paste with his cock. They had been given a chance to grow and develop in Hell, and now they were in front of him, prey ready for the plucking, once more at his mercy.

He growled hungrily, standing up and flexing his massive musculature, grinning as he walked on top of a rocky ridge overlooking the valley, his immense black shaft throbbing powerfully and swelling even larger as it began to rise, and Dark's wife roared: "Here he is, stronger and greater than ever! Get ready for the Master, bitches!"

Someone else lustfully announced: "It is going to be bloody!", and another voice shouted: "We are done with puny excuses for males, the real deal is here!"

Killer grinned hungrily at that, stroking his immense black cock and letting a blast of precum arch through the air to fall down into the valley, driving dozens of the demonesses wild with need, as they charged forwards to lick the potent essence up from the dirt.

Kimera walked up to Killer's side, smirking in entertainment, and she rested one hand on the hip, pointing at the crowd down in the valley. "That's your very own contribution to filling up the Hell of Lust with people. Impressive sight, huh...?"

"Fuck, yes." Killer replied, shaking his head slowly. "I knew they were a lot, but seeing them all in a group... is really incredible."

"Most of the girls you fucked into pieces over the years have ended up here, because they ended up enjoying it so much that they were warped by Lust and lost all restraint." Kimera explained, crossing her strong arms on her chest as the other goddesses walked forwards to look down at the immense horde, Vesta grinning widely and Alexis licking her lips slowly.

"Once in Hell, your victims have been reshaped by their sin and turned into demonesses. But they are not Succubus; they are not Dius, and they aren't Passions either." The zebra explained, and Killer looked at her with curiosity, frowning a bit and asking: "Then, what are they...?"

"A new type of demon entirely. You created a new kind of manifestation of Lust, something that had never been observed before." Kimera explained, shrugging a bit and smirking at him with entertainment as he recoiled a bit in surprise, which rapidly turned into a hint of pride as he grasped the immensity of the accomplishment. "Hell calls them the "Insatiables". Their hunger is uncontrollable, and crazed. Their stamina is phenomenal. Their bodies can take tremendous abuse with ease, and when killed sexually, their bodies just rebuild themselves and they come back to life, all of their own. Succubus can be brought back from a sexual death as well, but as you probably know it takes a mage and a particular spell." She paused, observing the beautiful females, and pointed a finger at Dark's wife. "As you can see, they also have a collar of bone around the throat. All of them. Slavery to you is built into them from birth, in their souls and in their bodies. In your absence, over all these years, they have been feeding on the largest and strongest beasts they have been able to find. They fuck them into pieces. They drain those poor studs down to dust. Never anyone smaller than a Gigataur, mind you...!"

"You basically created the ultimate size queens." Vesta teasingly observed, and Killer snorted in entertainment, tilting his head slightly to the side as Kimera added: "They have terrorized the males of Hell into hiding. The Princes have declared them undesirables and ordered their destruction, but they are not easy to kill, and they have been able to survive quite easily. Many of them disguise themselves as common Succubus and whore themselves out in the Hell of Lust. The males that fall into the trap get used to destruction, and are never seen again."

Killer licked his lips slowly, then calmly asked: "They sound fun. But should I consider them friends or enemies, then...?"

"Uhm." Kimera replied, snorting in entertainment. "It is not easy to answer to this question. They are friends, and they are enemies. They have servitude to you written into their genes, but their hunger is infinite. If you can't keep up with them, they will mercilessly fuck you into a husk, like they do with all others." She paused, and then shrugged with a smirk as she looked at him. "I see you grinning. Even thousands of them only turn you on. I'm sure you can feed even their hungers. They can be your army here in Hell... if you can put them into line."

Killer licked his lips hungrily, arching his back slightly as he flexed his powerful body, and he began to descend the slope leading into the valley, grinning widely as his immense black tentacles arched up high in the air all around him. He gently patted one of the enormous cocks as it pushed up over his shoulder, commenting easily: "These are the moments that make me love my tentacles..."