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Chapter 53 - The Sky is falling

Killer stepped out of the Portal first, with Manticora following closely behind before the white vortex closed and vanished without leaving a sign of its presence. The sun was settling behind the hills in the distance, stars already starting to shine in the darkening sky above them as they touched down on a stone-paved street, just outside a large town nestled on the steep side of a rocky mountain surmounted by a huge castle characterized by a slender, tall gothic tower that loomed over the Elysian Fields below, its pinnacles tall and proud.

They were still in the First Sky, the Heaven of Heroes, but they were thousands of miles away from the Hall, where they had left William busy with the preparations for the great battles ahead of them. They were here so that Killer could see Restford, the capital of the First Sky and the largest of the few towns dotting the vast, endless plains and prairies of the Meadows. The castle on the mountain ahead was Gabriel's throne and residence, and it also contained the Observatories: there, over two hundred librarians and astronomers studied the sky, the stars and the most remote depths of the universe, from the very beginning of time. They did so to answer to Elelyon's own questions, as even God did not have all the answers... far from it. He was one of many gods all over the universe, one Creator amongst others. And just like Mortals, Elelyon had always wondered about what lied beyond, what was the spark that started all of life, what were the true ways of the universe, so immense, uncaring and so beyond even a God's reach.

They were said to have found many answers in the long Eons of study. Yet, they had still so many questions left. Elelyon had explored the universe personally, for millions of years. He had known gods obsessed with destruction, others insane for power, for total control over their creations, and he had found a few creator gods like him, with whom he had established friendships. He had shared his knowledge with them, and they had shared theirs with him... and yet, no one had all the answers. The universe continued to live on, working to its own rules, and even the most powerful of Gods was just a tiny part of the story. And the universe was uncaring: whole planets, at times galaxies whole, would vanish. Their gods would die and fall, tragedies would cancel billions of lives... but all around, planets would continue their slow, majestic dance. Stars would burn, others would lose their luster and return to dust, their lives so long that a mortal mind couldn't even imagine them, and yet so short when compared to a universe that lived in eternity, in all its many layers. It contained everything, all joy and all sorrow, all love and all hate. It contained all the answers, too, but never allowed anyone to read into them easily.

Elelyon had never relented, though, in his search for the truth, for the answers. He had built the observatory, and with the help of wise, eager angels, he had studied the stars, for every day of his life. Gabriel had eagerly joined their studies, and offered his fortress as a base for what undoubtedly was the most successful and advanced observatory in the world, so much so that the fortress had long been re-named "Stargazer".

But as Killer knew well, the castle did also hold a different kind of observatory: there were rooms from where the life on the Mortal World could be followed, through the "God's Eyes". That observatory was readily accessible to Benevolents and Angels from all over Heaven who felt nostalgia for their world, for their families and loved ones, and Diana, for example, had often spent days in such observatories to look down and see the love of her life Killer, and her son Riaku as well. And now he knew that William and other deceased Predators and friends of the past had often used the observatory to look down over their friends and comrades, to see what was happening to them and their homeland.

And so, as he looked up towards the ship-shaped massive bastion over which the castle was built, Killer couldn't but smile a small, sad smile. Heaven had been cruel to Diana: she had been punished again and again even just for using the observatory, and Killer imagined that the Council had certainly made things complex and dangerous for William and the others, as well, even though his mentor had refused to confirm it, probably not to add to Killer's guilt and rage.

Fortunately, Gabriel was all someone could expect from a real angel, and he helped Diana in all possible ways, allowing her to shake off her nostalgia and satisfy her longing by hiding in this or that observation chamber, looking over Killer's life for hours on end.

Now, anyway, Killer and Manticora were in Restford, just to enjoy their short leave. They had warned William, arranged the plans together, and stayed for a while at the Hall of Heroes to help train the Shield Bearers, which had also been an opportunity to assess the effective readiness of the Legion.

Manticora had been pleasantly surprised by the results, while Killer had mostly been proud, expecting nothing less from the work of William as teacher and by the dedication of his past comrades: they had been the best soldiers of all the mortal world, probably the deadliest soldiers in all of mortal history, and now they were just as skilled and lethal in the Afterlife, in the realm of supernatural.

The only problem was that there were too few of them. But that was something they were quite used to, the huge male thought, smiling a bit to himself, before looking at the small, nice houses on both sides of the street, most of them surrounded by gardens beautiful with flowers. Floating crystal spheres containing bright, ethereal sapphire flames provided illumination along the street as the darkness of the evening descended over the town, and several angels and a few Benevolents walked through town, most of them just enjoying a walk with their families.

Here, the war seemed a distant preoccupation, as the presence of Gabriel in the fortress overlooking the town was enough to dissuade Hell forces from direct attacks on the town's area. Out of town, several regiments of Angels, and a couple of whole Divisions, were camped up for training and regeneration after their latest fights, so the concentration of warriors in the area was very high. It made of Restford a very safe zone of Heaven...

But that wasn't the whole story, Killer realized after a little while, as he gazed softly over a happy family who walked by, a slender and smiling cat female with pearly white wings laughing with her mate, a horse who had his own wings. They kept their little child between them, holding each one of his tiny hands, and they all but smiled to Killer welcomingly, bowing their heads to him a bit.

Things were so orderly and quiet here not just because of Gabriel and of his troops, but also because the town was mostly home to angels, with only a few Benevolents here and there. That, after all, was the Heaven of Heroes, a place of great virtues, and most of the people there were fully-developed angels. In most of the rest of Heaven, Benevolents were prevalent... and this made for a big, big difference. Benevolents were mortals who had died and gone to Heaven, but without overcoming all of their mortal vices and weaknesses, while angels had reached inner purity and peace of spirit. The difference was often dramatic, since many Benevolents were often still greedy, envious and generally unpleasant: and without their inner peace, they tended to be violent to those weaker than them, and cowardly and hostile in front of those stronger than them.

For Killer, it meant that whenever he went, Benevolents would normally run away from him, hide behind something, and glare at him with hate and envy from their hiding places. Angels were very different, thankfully: even those who did not like him would rarely overreact. Angels, even those without particular strength and fighting experience, were more confident and much more pleasant.

He smiled a bit to himself, glad for the change, and he looked at Manticora with soft affection when she gently took his hand in hers, smiling up at him and leading him down the road. It was his very first visit to the area, and she was determined to see him enjoying himself.

The huge male, on his own, felt a bit awkward about his leave, now. He had been very happy when Ira had accorded him some free time, but now he felt kind of guilty, out on a quiet trip to Restford while the Seraphims and William worked hard to prepare from the soon-to-come disaster. He thought that Manticora did deserve some time off, since she had just returned from a terrible period of fighting out on the battlefield, but he couldn't exactly say the same of himself. He was tormented by the awareness that he should be doing something more useful, that he should have helped in the preparations somehow... but he also knew that, unfortunately, there was at the moment little that he could do, other than training. He wasn't ready to go and assault Typhon and the Council on his own, and he couldn't go out to the battlefield either: ignoring the orders of the Council, after all, at this stage would only have made things even worse.

"Hey, look at that, wouldn't one of those look awesome on you...?" Manticora said, nudging him gently as she stopped suddenly and turned towards a shop window to the right. Killer shook his head slightly, clearing his mind, and he squeezed on her hand gently even as he turned to look at what had caught her attention.

It wasn't hard to guess what it was, once he spotted a beautiful biker jacket made not of leather, but of black dragon scales, making it as tough as plated armor, and at the same time comfortable and good looking. The one in the window was way too small for a giant like Killer, but he had to admit that it was a beautiful jacket. "That's quite awesome indeed... Dragon scales beat leather in badassery any day."

"True." Manticora replied amusedly, grinning a bit as she dragged him towards the door of the small tailor's shop, pushing it open as she cheerfully exclaimed: "Come on, let's get inside and see if they can make one that fits you!"

Killer rolled his eyes upwards a bit, but let her lead him in, the huge male ducking to fit through the door as he walked inside behind the muscular zebra, looking with a slight smile over the small, warm place. It was a modest, familiar shop, but the quality of the few completed clothes on the simple wooden dummies was incredible. They had all been tailored with amazing care and skill, and Killer stared to a dummy in feminine shapes which was dressed up with tight, form-fitting pants of black dragon scales. Smooth, dark and lucid, they had a few artificial cuts and slashes purposefully left in the fabric, to show the skin here and there... the waist was low and V shaped, provocative and seductive, and there was a loose, sturdy black belt with silvery steel parts completing the effect. The abdomen was left bare and exposed, as was the back, almost completely bare other than for four thick straps of dragon scales connecting into a simple, silvery ring of steel. This kept up a tight bra of scales and steel, which cupped large breasts crudely sculptured into the dummy, while two further strong, thick straps crossed over the bare abdomen of the dummy, connecting the lower side of the bra's cups to the waist belt, on the hips.

Killer couldn't help but stare at this, seeing it not on a crude, approximate female body sculptured without much effort into a block of wood, but seeing it worn by Alexis, and completed by two of her steel-reinforced, high-heeled boots and by thick belts wrapped tightly around her muscular, powerful arms. It was like she was there, in front of him, arms crossed on her chest and a teasing, challenging grin on her features as her biceps nearly snapped the belts. It was glorious.

Of course, just like the jacket in the window, that outfit was way too small for tall, mighty Alexis... but Killer couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought of Alexis wearing an adjusted, slightly different and rightly-sized variant of the suit.

He only noted with a long moment of delay that, near the dummy, at a low table, a cow in a simple blue dress was patiently sewing the sleeve to a new shirt. The female, wearing small glasses on her muzzle, was focused on her work, sitting down in a low, reclined armchair. She wasn't young, but aging in Heaven was, of course, not a worry, and her features were still attractive and smooth, and her huge breasts were firm on her chest, her legs toned. She had short, well-cared brown fur and long hair of a faded blonde color, branded in a curly ponytail resting on her shoulder. Her eyes were of a brown color that faded into golden, a bit like her hair, making of her a very nice-looking cougar. Or at least, cougar was what she would have been called back on the mortal world, Killer thought. In Heaven, age was a much less meaningful and a much more complex concept.

The tailor finally looked up from her work, when she heard the noise of Manticora's golden hoofs, which made the floor of wooden tables creak. The cow looked up at the Seraphim in surprise, certainly not expecting such a visit in her humble shop, especially once she recognized that the daughter of Typhoon was the proud, muscular zebra standing before her.

The tailor probably wondered if she had committed some kind of crime, in order to deserve such a visit, before she turned slightly to the side and saw Killer as well, her eyes widening and her mouth opening in surprise and shock as she breathed: "Amon-Ra...?"

"Killer, please." The huge male warmly replied, smiling reassuringly as he slowly held up a huge hand to signal to her that everything was fine.

"We just wanted to know if you can make a jacket like the one in the window, but in his sizes." Manticora gently added, smiling widely as she slapped Killer's thick, powerful chest with the back of a hand. "Something that can fit all this mega-muscle here."

"Well..." The cow replied, standing up from her chair and putting down the shirt she was working on before nervously stroking down her dress to smooth it out, still looking uncertain and anxious. "I could make one, sure. The problem is in getting enough dragon scales. They are incredibly expensive."

"That should not be a problem." Killer replied calmly, smiling as he pulled up the large sack of gold coins he carried hanging from his belt. "I'd also love to buy that one, but with a few changes, and... well. In much bigger sizes, for my wife." He added, pointing a finger to the wonderful outfit on the dummy in the corner. Manticora looked towards it for a few long moments, and her lips arched in a wide grin, with no surprise showing in her eyes. There was no doubt about Alexis looking glorious, wearing something like that.

"It'll be an honor to work for the Savior." The cow warmly said, clapping her hands together as she smiled widely. "I wouldn't even ask for money, was it only for me... but to get the dragon scales, I'll have to pay all they ask me. It's a rare and precious material, and there's no supplier that would give it away on the cheap."

"Don't worry, it is only right that I pay all it costs. I don't leave any job unrewarded... especially not the good jobs." Killer replied softly, before adding: "I'm going to let you have a drawing of I'd like the outfit to be modified... and I'll tell you the general sizes of Alexis. But I'll have to tell her to come here, so you can take all the measurement needed, and hand her my gift."

"With pleasure." The cow nodded, walking forwards and smiling as she looked up at Killer, studying his powerful, bulky build. "My, my... such a strong, handsome body. Almost a shame to cover it up... even with dragonskin. We'll have to make sure that the jacket does not draw away from this spectacle!"

"Hell, yeah." Manticora commented, grinning amusedly as she gazed at Killer as well, licking her lips slowly before squeezing at his huge bicep, fingers grabbing into the thick, hard muscle as she breathed: "For one thing, I'd suggest avoiding sleeves. These guns anyway would rip them apart at the first flex, after all."

"That's probably a good idea, yes." The tailor agreed, even as she took a chair and pushed it towards Killer: she was far too short, compared to him, to take the measurements without something to climb upon. She looked back up to Killer with a smile as she fetched a long measuring tape from over her working table, and Killer could swear he saw a glint of playful teasing in her eyes, as he grinned down at her.

Her breathing was quickened, and it had roughed up already, the cow almost panting as she walked around him slowly, looking up over his chiseled abdominals, over his masculine, potent chest and over the muscular, powerful back.

"May I ask you to... flex... Lord Killer...?" The tailor hesitantly asked, her cheeks burning red as she smiled in shy embarrassment, trying to ignore Manticora's wide grin as Killer only gave her a brief look from over his shoulder and complied, closing his hands into fists and flexing his potent body lightly, to make his hard, huge muscles bulge and tense, the cow unable to help herself and holding her breath as she gaped in stunned amazement, admiring the spectacular physique of the huge male.

"Oh, my god, I'm way too old for this." The cow giggled, her cheeks still on fire as she covered her mouth shyly with a hand, stepping back from him a bit and shaking her head softly as she looked over his powerful form. "Oh, you're a real challenge... your body is fantastic."

"Thanks." Killer easily replied, smiling as he nodded slightly, looking amused, while Manticora leaned her back against the wall and crossed her arms on her chest, watching over them with a wide grin.

"I'm going to need help to... measure you up..." The cow quietly announced, and Ira snickered a bit, trading a gaze with Killer, before the male rolled his eyes upwards with a snort at the zebra's maliciousness. The tailor didn't seem to notice, as she jogged over to a narrow door hidden behind a simple green curtain that she pushed to the side, revealing stairs that undoubtedly went up to the home of the woman, who stepped in and called loudly for someone named Maria, telling her to come down.

Killer heard the distant reply from above, a voice that was shy but bright and vital, and he listened to the steps down the stairs as the cow walked back towards him with a smile, announcing: "Maria is my daughter, and she's an excellent tailor, Lord Killer. She's the one who drew the outfit that so caught your attention."

"Uh-oh, daughter incoming..." Manticora teased, grinning widely and looking idly at her claws as she said towards Killer: "It is going to become real interesting."

"Shut up." Killer replied, but he grinned a bit nonetheless, feeling it in the air easily. He did not need Manticora to know that the "cougar" had just had long-forgotten hungers reawakened to full force by the sight of his masculine, powerful body. Shy or not, the tailor was burning with desire, and he could easily feel it in the air, smell it, even, and the way she looked at him, blushing and with her face beaming with happiness and want made it easy to see just how eager she was.

What amused him more, was that she had eagerly thought about calling her daughter in, as well... Like good mothers do, she wanted her daughter to see the amazing champion of virility that had walked into their shop. For Killer, that was added spice... and judging from the mother, the daughter promised to be a tasty little candy.

He was not disappointed when a few moments later Maria pushed the curtain to the side and walked into the small room, gaping at the sight of Killer standing in the middle of it.

The huge male, on his part, grinned slightly as he looked over the newcomer from head to toe: she resembled her mother quite a lot, but she had the advantage of being much younger, and fresh in body and features. She had mostly black fur, which turned to white over her muzzle and head, and she was slender and shapely. Her breasts were large and proud, standing firm on her chest beyond the simple shirt she was wearing. They didn't rival her mother's, but they undoubtedly would one day. She had good thighs, her long unguligrade legs giving her a surprisingly elegant stance, and her long black hair was branded into two nice, long pigtails, framing fresh, gentle features and beautiful blue eyes.

She was cute, she was young, and she wasn't at all indifferent to the sight of a mighty, huge male standing before her, as her face betrayed: the light in her eyes told Killer all he needed to know, as did her breathing, which made her chest heave rhythmically under the shirt as she stared at him in amazement.

"Hi, Maria." Killer gently said, and she seemed to shiver in delight just at the sound of his strong, virile voice, smiling at him adoringly and walking towards him dreamily, before bowing deeply in front of him as she realized who he was.

"Amon-Ra, what an honor...! We... never thought we'd see you from so up close and personal, and certainly not here in our little workplace..." The young girl exclaimed, looking up at him softly as she hesitatingly straightened when he smiled warmly.

Manticora, from her corner, cheerfully observed: "And to think that I only brought you in for a jacket."

"Right. The Jacket." The tailor mumbled, as if waking up from a trance, fetching a second measuring tape and putting it in the hands of Maria as she walked by, reaching Killer's side and stepping up onto the chair.

"Help me, Maria, we have to put together the best job of our lives for Lord Killer."

Manticora snorted amusedly at this, grinning to herself and looking over the scene with entertainment as Maria eagerly nodded and then looked around impatiently, seeking something to use to climb upon, and finally grabbing an old, simple stool that had been abandoned in a corner. She jogged up to Killer with a wide, adoring smile, and the huge male smiled back kindly, offering her his hand to help her climb atop the dusty piece of furniture.

"Thank you." She whispered shyly, cheeks burning red as she wrapped her fingers on his much larger ones and carefully stepped up on top of the stool, the measuring tape held in her other hand, as on the other side of him, her mother worked to measure Killer's colossal shoulder, her hands trembling as she laid the tape against the solid, bulging muscle, her eyes open wide and staring over his mighty body, the female looking overwhelmed by the closeness to his strong form.

"Please, Lord Killer, hold your arms up so we can measure the width of your shoulders." The tailor softly said, smiling and looking at him with a blush as he easily pulled his huge, muscular arms up, holding them out, the cow looking delighted as she added: "Such broad, broad shoulders, Amon-Ra. I never saw anything comparable. It truly is the body of a god."

"Thank you." Killer replied softly, nodding deeply and closing his eyes for a moment, smiling amusedly as the cow threw one end of her long measuring tape to Maria, on the other side of him, and the two females pushed to the tip of their toes to reach all the way up to his shoulders, pushing the tape against his muscular back. Maria's voice all but trembled a bit when she breathlessly read the measure.

Her mother was no better when, a moment later, she carefully, reverently wrapped the long measuring tape around Killer's arm, near the armpit, to measure the circumference at the shoulder. She almost hugged his huge arm to her chest in the process, and he felt her palm purposefully rubbing against his enormous bicep in a hidden, adoring caress as she pushed the tape in place. He was pretty sure he even heard her sniff softly, drinking of his manly smell, and a hot breath washed out of her mouth when she announced: "150 inches."

Killer looked amused as he caught the cow looking at his huge bicep longingly, very obviously badly wanting to wrap the tape around it and have him flex, just to see the enormous sizes of it, just to see the mighty muscle snap the puny tape apart.

"Gods...!" Maria exclaimed, looking up to her mother in amazement, before her eyes traced over the huge male's arm, moving down the thick chords, the protruding veins, the bulging hills of power of his musculature, taking in the glory of his mighty arm even as she pushed the stool to the side and climbed back up it again, trying to reach her arms around Killer's waist to measure it. She had no hopes to do it on her own, and Killer smirked a bit to himself as he seized the end of the measuring tape she was pushing around his waist and pulled it himself, passing it around his hip and all the way to the other, before Maria took it back in her hands with a shy 'thank you.'

Manticora gazed over the scene with a wide grin, one leg pulled up as she rested with her back to the wall near the door of the shop, arms crossed on her chest: it made for a true spectacle to look over Killer's powerful body. He was at his absolute best, and from when he had entered Heaven the first time, he had improved his already fantastic build in a simply astounding way. It was impossible not to stare, not to admire him... and the fawning mother and daughter drooling all over him made it even more interesting.

The zebra beat an idle time on the floor with her hoof as the two tailors continued to take their measurements, and then, as she saw that they were almost done, she murred in mischievous amusement and slowly turned to the door, turning the little sign hanging against the glass from 'open' to 'closed' and locking the entrance with the key that had been left in the lock.

She turned back towards the huge male with a wide grin, walking forwards slowly and seductively as she saw him looking over his shoulder at her, smiling. He knew what she was thinking... and he was going to gladly let her act, as she reached the two tailors as they finished writing down the measurements on a piece of parchment at the table.

The muscular, beautiful Seraphim bent down over the two much smaller females with a teasing smirk, wrapping her arms around their shoulders and pulling each female against either side of her, looking into the eyes of the mother, then in those of the daughter, licking her lips as she said throatily: "I think there's something else you want to measure, isn't there...?"

Alcana had no difficulties locating Killer's position. She could feel his immense, virile energy from any distance like he was standing right at her side. Besides, for at least two hours now, she could feel that his energies were ravenous, mounting, and ever increasing, making it even easier to find him. And she knew what he was doing, too. He was amusing himself with a lucky female, or more than one, that was not her. It was a torture, to feel his prodigious virility so clearly, but not getting to experience it physically. It devastated her, and it almost made her insane, as she could feel his power, and yet she could not have it. It made her body shiver and burn with delight and desire, her groin on fire and clenching needingly on itself. She couldn't help herself, but only try and keep her cool, even though his energies would give her orgasms even while he was thousands of miles away.

Now that she stepped out of the portal and into Restford, her high-heeled boots of gold thudding on the stone slabs that paved the street, she pulled her breath and brought a hand to her chest, her eyes bulging as she felt the full extent of his virile power, now that he was so much closer. Her legs trembled, and she cursed under her breath even as she blushed and leaned against the wall nearby, feeling her sex clenching hard, wetness leaking down her thighs as she experienced another orgasm, letting out a cry of delight and, together, of despair.

She loved him too much. She craved him too much. And so she was hypersensitive to him: Killer could easily make any female orgasm on the spot without even touching her, but, normally at least, not so effortlessly, and not at such distances. Alcana, however, was a slave to her own craving for him, and to her desire to have him throw all his other loves away, to take her, and only her, as queen of his heart.

Killer, of course, had never bowed to her request. He did like her, sure... love her, even, but it was not the true, deep and complete adoration she craved. The one that Killer really loved was Alexis... and Alcana had seen all her attempts to seduce him fail. Even the beauty, the femininity, the fascination of the Goddess of Love could not charm him away from his soul mate.

Alcana couldn't yet fully accept it, nor understand it. How could he resist her? It had to be impossible!

And yet...

He resisted. He ignored her. He turned her down. He showed admirable restraint, again and again: she had teased him in all possible ways, on any occasion she had had, but no matter the temptation, Killer had only watched, never touched. Never given her what she demanded.

Alcana had gone and visited Alexis in person, and she had tried to understand what the mighty, beautiful ligeress had that was so incomparable... but she had not found an answer. Sure, she had been amazed by Alexis' beauty. The ligeress had nothing to really envy to the Goddess of Love, and that was extraordinary... but it wasn't the answer to her questions.

Alexis' extraordinary power, which was continuing to grow and expand as she trained, was part of the answer, just like the beauty, but that still wasn't the secret. But Alcana could not accept the simple reality: Alexis was his soulmate. There was no explaining it. It was more than the simple alchemy of beauty, power, strength, courage and fearless, reckless dominance, which all but became ruthlessness when fully unleashed.

Alcana had talked to Alexis, told her everything about the "game" of seduction that was going on between her and Killer. She had expected rage, fury... fear. But Alexis has only smiled softly, shaking her head with compassion for her, and said:

"I'm sorry. But one day, you'll have to accept that you can't have it the way you dream it. Your attempts are only going to hurt you. Accept the love he offers, and don't try to steal the One he'll never be able to feel for you."

Alexis's words echoed in her mind even now, years later. And Alcana was starting to accept that they were true. She was the Goddess of Love, and she knew well the strength of the emotion she incarnated. Stronger than even Hate, Love was a mysterious and invincible force, when in its purest form.

And Killer and Alexis' hearts where bound together by unbreakable chains of the purest of adoration. They were links that just couldn't be weakened or scratched... and as much as it pained her, Alcana was beginning to resign herself to the fact that she was losing. It was going to be her curse, her eternal pain: the one person she craved in the universe would never be able to love her back as intensely as she'd forever love him.

A bitter irony, for the Goddess of Love.

Alcana walked quickly down the street, wrapped up in a red cloak that she held tightly closed over the chest with a hand. She tried to keep into the shadow, her head bowed, not to be recognized, and the cloak served to hide the rivers and rivulets of hot, clear fluids that were running down her thighs. She was grateful for the darkness, as her cheeks were burning crimson, her eyes glinting with the ecstasy that she just couldn't hide or control, pearls of sweat running down her smooth, beautiful scales and, on top of it all, she was dripping all over the place as she walked, and in daylight everyone would have seen the little puddles and drops on the road.

And tonight, she could feel it clearly in his energies, he was just amusing himself with some fragile toy-girl. She had felt it every time he had pounded Vesta flat into the ground, and she knew well what it was like when he was putting actual effort into it... in those occasions, Alcana was left screaming and writhing on the floor, defenceless and shaken by infinite ecstasy and lust. Tonight, instead, he was holding back, going at it slowly and carefully, which told the goddess that he was enjoying the company of someone who didn't have the strong, tough body of the demigoddess queen of Seraphims. Had he gone at it with the same passion he used with Vesta, he would have torn the poor girl apart like she was a doll.

Soon, as she walked down the street, she ceased needing her particular sensitivity to locate him: she could hear the screams of whoever he was pounding, and they were loud, loud and delirious cries of ecstasy and worship. Gaping angels and Benevolents in the street and at the windows of the houses all looked curiously in the direction of the screams, and small groups of curious people had formed around a few persons who had come down the street and passed in front of the building that was source of all the commotion were telling their stories.

Alcana walked quickly past the small crowd, swallowing as she shrunk a bit more into her cloak, moving as fast and yet as discreetly as she could, biting her lower lip as her loins burned like hellfire once more, her thighs instinctively rubbing sensually together in mid-step as new, hot and clear juices dribbled out of her, her sex clenching eagerly, hungrily, seeking to drag in his huge, thick shaft...

She was panting softly when she finally reached the tailor shop. The light past the window and door with the "closed" sign was turned off, but from behind the window-shutters of the first floor filtered both light and the screams and groans of bliss of not one, but three different voices.

Alcana swallowed, licking her lips hungrily and listening for a few long moments, dreaming to be up there, in their place, alone with him, getting all of his attention, all of his mastery, all of his strength, all of his love. She then looked over the small crowd assembled on the street, looking up at the windows, and made a grimace as she realized that she had no hopes to sneak inside unseen, with all those curious in the way.

She frowned thoughtfully for a moment, and then decided that it was fair to abuse a little bit of her powers of goddess, grinning slightly as she stepped backwards into the shadow of a tall house and, after sneaking a prudent gaze around herself, she vanished from the spot.

She reappeared a moment later past the closed door, into the tailor shop, hidden by the darkness and smiling amusedly as she let the cloak fall away, stepping over it and towards the narrow stairs which went up to the floor above, panting slightly in anticipation.

Here, Killer's energy was incredibly strong. He was close, she could hear his voice as he teased his partner of the moment, she could even hear the wet, loud squelches of his cock ripping in and out of a tight, way too tight vagina bubbling with ecstasy and hot, incandescent juices... but as she carefully stepped up the first step of the stairs, she reminded herself why she was here. For once, it was not about trying to get into his pants, it was not about their game of seduction ruled by such precise unwritten rules... she was here to say sorry, and to offer all of her help and support for the challenges ahead.

Twice now, I've gotten him in trouble. He could be with Alexis now, had I voted in favor of it when we took the decision. 7 gods, 3 for and 3 against... And as much as I hated myself for it, I voted against, because with Alexis around it would have been so much harder to get to him... Alcana sadly recalled, well remembering the day in which the council of the Gods had voted, and remembering even more the misery and guilt she had felt, for days after the decision was sealed. She loved Killer dearly, and she wanted first of all him to be safe and happy... and her vote, her selfish decision, had caused him terrible sufferance.

And I ended up hurting him again, when Gaia and Adrasthea called for him to be authorized to take for himself a number of Disciples that could protect and support him. They had just tried to kill him, back then, and all I had to do was vote yes... and yet, when the moment came, I thought of how lucky his Disciples would be. Of how close to him they would be, and of how they would stand between me and him... and I once again betrayed him. Not again. She nodded firmly to herself, resolutely as her hands briefly clenched into fists. Not again. I won't disappoint my Master again.

Alcana paused briefly when she reached the last step, facing an half-closed wooden door, light filtering from the small apartment past it, together with the voice of the huge male, that of Manticora, and two more voices, delirious with bliss, that the goddess did not recognize. The dragoness bit her lower lip slightly, taking a deep breath, and she finally reached a hand up to quietly push the door open, the golden gauntlet she was wearing knocking against the hard wood and the chainmail skirt at her waist giggling lightly as she took the last step.

"Come in, already!" Killer teased from inside, and the goddess blinked in surprise even as she hurried in, only to gape at the sight of the devastated room, covered in potent, thick seed as she looked around herself in amazement. To the left of the door, against the wall, an old sofa was currently offering comfort to Manticora, the zebra naked and splattered with the male's strong seed from head to toe. The Seraphim grinned up to the goddess teasingly, acknowledging her with a nod, but her hand did not let go of her huge, firm breasts, that she was squeezing lovingly and pushing up to her mouth, tongue hungrily lapping up the thick, hot semen which completely covered one large nipple.

Her mane and face were also heavily splattered with potent load, and her mighty musculature was almost completely drenched in cum that eager hands had rubbed all over her body. The sofa itself was soaked, and thick splatters of seed marked even the wall, the Seraphim looking delighted and amazed as she rested into the small piece of furniture, legs spread wide and held up as her other hand played with her eager, blossoming sex, four fingers thrusting in and out of the large, black-fleshed lips. Clear, pearly juices covered her hand and groin and thighs from her orgasms, and Manticora was sighing in bliss, throwing her head backwards.

The tightness of her black lips told Alcana that she had for some reason been spared from the pussy-slaughter, but the Seraphim had been enjoying the show plenty all the same, there was no doubt on that. Alcana wondered for a moment about what could be the reason for Manticora to stay out of the game, though... she was about to ask, when it dawned on her: the zebra was married, and to someone that had been forced on her and that she notoriously didn't exactly like much.

Alcana grinned, silently agreeing with the reasoning that, she was sure, Manticora had done: it was going to be so much sweeter to get pounded and stretched and wrecked by Killer when his husband was around to see it happening, that it was worth the effort of delaying the delicious act...

The rest of the room was just as much of a mess. There was no place where the huge male's mighty seed hadn't splattered, and his cum now was covering everything, making Alcana think with amused delight that

his essence, his smell, his strength, would never leave that room, no matter the time that would pass. A glass vase that had been holding flowers had been knocked over and shattered into pieces by one of his enormous, heavy loads, and another blast of his orgasm had smashed into the window and broken the glass of it. The cupboard against the wall was dripping with seed as well, and it seemed all but dented where his mighty loads had splattered... and it was heavily damaged where the backs of the girls had been rammed as he pounded them against the furniture. Shelves near the window, on the wall in front of the door, had been knocked down with all the books that had been resting on top, and the table that had been in the middle of the room had also been wrecked, its pieces resting on the floor in a disordered pile.

Killer was relaxing on his side, on the floor, grinning up at her with dominance as he lazily, slowly thrust in and out of the savagely stretched vagina of a brown furred cow, one of his hands easily holding the leg of the female up in the air, spreading her wide as she could go to make room for the goliath cock pistoning in and out of her once-tight passage.

The cow was panting breathlessly, snuggled with abandon against his muscular abdomen, head thrown backwards against his masculine, strong chest as her eyes rolled up in her head, glowing with lust and ecstasy, and with some of his energies, passed into her. Her whole body trembled in bliss, her legs spasming violently on the floor and in his hand, and Alcana stared at the sight of the tremendous, obscene bulge in her belly: she could see the shape of his enormous cock through her skin and flesh, stretching her out of shape, filling her up entirely... and the goddess panted hotly at the sight of his shaft, splattered with orgasm juices, with his own thick seed, and with streaks of blood leaking out of the devastated sex of the female. The vast majority of his immense, veiny shaft was left outside her, an impossible fit in her frail, slender body, forcing Killer to be careful, pumping himself in and out slowly, gently, and with just the head and top fraction of his gigantic member. His other arm was wrapped around the cow's body, his hand squeezing and rolling a large breast teasingly, and he was clearly enjoying himself, even as he moved with such prudence and slowness.

The amazing thing was that even his slow thrusts felt like thundering, relentless assaults to the female, her hand clawing at the floor as her body spasmed and trembled constantly, her back arching every few moments as she panted his name between a scream and another, letting out howls of mixed ecstasy and pain when he teased her with a stronger thrust, or when he gyrated his immense cock against her stretched-out, torn inner walls every now and then. Clear, hot juices gushed out of her almost without pause, her belly convulsing every time his enormous shaft moved back, her groin clenching and clamping against his thick, steel-hard flesh as she experienced one mind-shattering orgasm after another...

Alcana stared at this hungrily, as the cow let out another howl of bliss and amazement, arching her back violently as her eyes bulged, juices squirting out of her in a large spray as Killer grinned towards the goddess's eyes and shoved his immense member in, as deep as he could go inside her without tearing her apart, and he gyrated his hips slowly, drilling her insides.

Alcana trembled, swallowing thickly and feeling her own loins burning, her thighs rubbing instinctively together as her own juices leaked down her already soaked thighs, the dragoness trying to bite back a groan of bliss and desire as she realized that, today, he was taking his turn to tease and torture her like she normally did to him...

Her eyes were pulled to the side by the soft moans of another female, a younger and slender cow, which was curled up on the floor, one hand fondling and squeezing an enormous testicle much bigger than even her head and the other stroking up and down the massive length of the male's huge black shaft, as she pushed her muzzle eagerly against the hard flesh, lapping at it lovingly and planting little, worshiping kisses at the end of each lick.

This second female was just as exhausted and happy as the mother was, as she slurped on the blood and mixed juices streaking down the colossal shaft of Killer, her chest pushing against his muscular, thick thigh as she snuggled against his leg. Alcana stared at the sight of the cow's devastated pussy, stretched gaping wide and yawning open from the pounding he had given her, seed leaking heavily out of her insides, along with a rivulet of blood which streaked down from her lips and onto the floor. But the bleeding and the permanent damage weren't of any concern to either of the females, who instead looked blissful and delighted, staring up to the huge male's sapphire eyes with adoration.

"Nice of you to come visiting, I needed to talk to you." Killer teased, grinning up at Alcana after kissing lightly the hair of the female in his lap, his eyes tracing slowly up along the goddess's soaked thighs, her juices shining under the soft light. He admittedly loved having this chance for some revenge... her games of seduction, coupled with the long periods of total abstinence he had had to endure as part of his training had been trials incredibly hard to overcome. His love for Alexis and the dedication to her had never wavered, but his determination in not giving her to her seduction, in not pouncing on her like a predator, well, that one had creaked dangerously, often. It had been a torture... and now he had a chance to get a little bit of sweet vengeance.

He looked over her with interest, seeing her for the first time in her battle gear, and admittedly loving it, as he looked over the high-heeled boots of gold-plated Godblood at her feet, thinking that she was probably trying to emulate Alexis to a degree, since they sported spikes and cruel blades similar to those on the ligeress's favorite battle boots. They reached all the way up to the knee, and a curved plate of armor indeed stretched upwards elegantly to protect the kneecap from any attack, while her toned, seductive thighs were bare and exposed, showing him the way she was leaking for him, letting him stare in entertainment at the sight of a drop of pearly juice slowly rolling down her scales, until it fell down to the floor... and as he stared at this, he had the satisfaction of seeing her trembling as she was shaken by a new orgasm, his gaze alone feeling like paradise poured on her body.

At the waist, she wore a skirt of chainmail made up of countless little rings of golden Godblood, and she had a loincloth-like drape on that hung down past her knees, made of small shield-shaped armor plates linked together in long rows. Her toned, flat abdomen was bare, while a bikini top made of chains wrapped tightly over her huge, firm breasts, leaving much of the upper and undersides exposed to his eyes. On her back, she carried a thick, solid pole, slung diagonally and sticking up from over her shoulder for easy, quick drawing. It was the first time Killer saw Alcana in her battle robes, and he didn't know what her weapon would do, but he was sure that it was much more than a single staff: he felt a great energy radiating off it.

"Have you been giving some tough love to the bad guys...?" Killer playfully asked, smiling amusedly as he looked over her beautiful, slender but strong body with admiration. The goddess did not miss the hint of pleasure in his eyes, and she grinned slightly to herself, moving a step forwards, her movements carrying all of her feline elegance, her step measured and seductive, showing the inner thigh streaked with rivulets of juice, showing the perfect swaying of her hips. Perhaps she had still a chance not to succumb, she though, noticing how much he seemed to appreciate the sight of her in battle armor.

"Very tough." Alcana teasingly breathed, grinning gamely as she came close to him, spreading her legs and slowly, oh so slowly tracing her fingers down her dripping thigh, letting him see and smell all of her eagerness, all of her lust, all of her craving.

"I like you in battle mode... adds to your look." Killer said easily, before he grinned and leaned forwards with his huge, powerful body into the panting, exhausted tailor in his lap, and he rammed his cock in and out of her hard, in a sudden burst of speed and power, his cock squelching wetly in and out of her overfilled sex, blood spurting out of her stretched, devastated insides as her whole body spasmed hard, her back arching and head hanging backwards as the cow's eyes bulged wide and she screamed breathlessly, howling his name. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes!" The cow groaned, licking her lips deliriously as she trashed on the floor and shook head from side to side, tears rolling down her cheeks as she howled: "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... so powerful!"

Her loins clenched so hard that Alcana gaped at the sight of the abdominal muscles of the cow flexing and contracting spasmodically, and the goddess trembled as she almost felt it, almost like his shaft was shoving deep into her, not inside another female. Her eyes followed like in a trance the movements of the huge bulge in the cow's belly, staring at the sight of the goliath member thrusting deep, pounding in and hard for a few moments, as the other female looked up from her worshipful licking and seized the sides of the immense cock with her hands, pumping with all her strength up and down along the immense length as she urged: "Oh fuck yes, pound my mother's pussy, destroy that fucking cunt!"

Alcana tried to look away, but as soon as she detached her eyes from the glorious sight, she met his own gaze, and she froze into position, feeling like he was looming over her like a giant, even though he was looking up at her from the floor. There was not going to be any mercy, and he was not going to let her turn the table: today she was going to stare, to envy, to desire... he was going to make her drool and beg and cry, and he was not leaving her any chance to change that.

And Alcana couldn't help but pant hotly and rub a hand down her abdomen, stroking gently down her belly and then under the waistband of her chainmail skirt, blushing slightly but unable to help herself as a loud groan escaped her lips, her eyes darting from his dominant gaze down to his enormous, pounding shaft and back, before she gaped with a hot moan as he buried himself deep into the cow female, making her scream and kick at the air as her vagina clenched eagerly and powerfully.

He masterfully rode her orgasm for a few moments, thrusting in and out in short, fast and jerky pistons, making squirts of her juice explode out around the sides of his immense cock, before he roughly tore back out of her ravaged depths, his goliath shaft coming free with a loud, wet pop and swinging up to slap lightly against his chest, soaked in seed, juices and blood as a thick gush of semen flooded out of the screaming female, her hips bucking hard against the air as her torn, devastated vagina gaped insanely wide.

The daughter murred in delight and crawled forwards immediately, one of her small hands seizing the enormous length of his cock just under the colossal, engorged flared head, the female pumping at his strong member with all her energy as she eagerly pushed her face against the underside of his cock, sighing in delight as she rubbed her features against the thick, throbbing veins, smearing her face with his potent seed and with her mother's orgasm juices and blood, the red, warm liquid staining her cheeks as she hungrily lapped at the wet mixture, kissing his member in adoration and worship. Her other hand pushed her large, young and firm breasts against the hard obsidian flesh of the huge male, and she moved up and down, rubbing her chest and abdomen into his endless, astonishing malehood as she lapped greedily down the gigantic shaft, tasting his mighty virility and her mother's insides and life fluids.

Alcana stared at this breathlessly, biting her lower lip roughly even as two of her fingers pushed down the profile of her soaked, eager, blossoming lips, slipping inside her before she could even really notice, so wet she was... and she groaned lustfully when she felt them sinking deep, her sex already on fire and so sensitive after all the orgasms she'd had, and she couldn't help but move them slowly inside her. It immediately caused her to explode once more, and she breathed his name, staring into his eyes even as she bucked her hips into the air and shivered in delight, juices gushing out of her and onto the floor, Killer grinning and majestically seizing into his colossal member with a strong, huge hand, stroking himself leisurely. He really did know how to move and act, that was for sure: the sight of his enormous hand looking small on his shaft, unable to wrap around it and dwarfed by the amazing length, was epic: each slow stroke was a demonstration of power.

"I wanted to say... sorry, Master... I came here to apologize..." Alcana breathed, trembling in front of him as the huge male looked up at her calmly, hiding his surprise even if his eyes narrowed a bit, his attention caught, as he rested on his side and enjoying the worshipful licks of the two cows' tongues, their breasts pushing into his immense virility, their hands helping his own stroking along the whole, prodigious length.

"I beg your forgiveness, Killer, for voting against you and Alexis being trained together... I didn't want to. I didn't like to. But I love you too much, and I... wanted to be able to get to you..." Alcana hesitatingly said, staring at him with lust and craving. Killer, on the other hand, did not look much impressed by her sincere regret.

"You've been a greedy whore, Alcana. You wanted Alexis gone so you'd be able to torment me, to seduce me into becoming your lapdog. You want me all for yourself." Killer replied, glaring at her accusingly, unable to pardon her that easily. One word. One sole word from her could have spared him the pain and misery of millenniums of separation from his beloved Alexis, yet, for all her love for him, Alcana had given in to her greed, and stabbed him in the heart. It was not something easy to pardon.

"I know." Alcana replied in a whisper, unable to add anything, and her beautiful eyes filled with tears, which rolled down her cheeks as she swallowed thickly and bowed her head forwards with a broken sob. "I regret it, I really do... but... please. At least, don't say that I wanted to turn you into my lapdog: you are and will always be my Master. I... I only want to be with you. I... I only want you to love me, as I love you." The goddess trembled, and she let herself fall forwards on her knees, her armored boots clanging on the floor, her gauntleted hands gripping into the wooden floor as gave a broken sob, hanging her head forwards in shame and pain as she bowed forwards, leaning on her arms in front of him.

Killer swallowed a bit himself, feeling something sink in his chest at the sight of her tearful eyes, hating to see her in such a state. He cared for her, he loved her, and now he felt like hugging her, tightly, to rock her gently in his arms, and cradle her to peace... But at the same time, he continued to glare at her. Every night, every day, every second of the last few hundred years, Killer had spent dreaming to see Alexis, to touch her, hear her voice, hold her in his arms... and Alcana was the reason why his wish was left painfully unheard by the Sky.

"I'm sorry..." Alcana sobbed again, her shoulders trembling, as she looked down to the floor and held a hand over her chest. "I would never do it, now, if I could go back... I know I've hurt you, and I never, never wanted to hurt you..."

Killer did not say a thing, even if he felt the wish to comfort her... it was a contrasting emotion, and he felt horrible for treating her like this, feeling her pain in the air, feeling that her very soul was crying... but she had to pay for how much his own soul had cried, and even more so for how much Alexis's own had suffered.

Manticora looked at the scene from the sofa, gaping slightly, but not daring to say a thing, while the two girls in Killer's lap continued to eagerly tend to his immense shaft, stroking and licking and worshiping the monstrous cock. Alcana cried silently, trying to suffocate her sobs, not to disturb him and his amusement, and it made Killer feel even worse... and then the goddess softly added: "And I even betrayed you again... because of me, you could not take Disciples for yourself, to create your divine family, your circle of affections and defenders..."

"That really is the least damage done. It wasn't my idea, and to this day, I'm not at all sure I'm ready for such a thing." Killer quietly and honestly admitted, hoping in the deep that it would relieve her a little, but Alcana did not seem to be particularly soothed, as she only took a deep, unsteady breath before putting her efforts into stabilizing her voice as she resolutely, clearly announced:

"It won't happen again, Lord and Master Killer... I will never again let you down. I will never again disappoint you... I promise, Killer. I promise that I'll do everything it takes, to protect and serve you, for the whole of Eternity, and for whatever will come afterwards."

The huge male looked up at her quietly, her head still bowed, a tear dropping down to the floor, chest heaving quickly with her broken, painful and suffocated sobs, and he closed his eyes, feeling love for her, affection, and a great wish of seeing her smiling again, but despite the happiness and relief for her promise, and despite the tender feelings he had for her, he only asked: "Were you informed about the events, and about what we expect to see happening...?"

Alcana nodded, mumbling with unsteady voice: "Gaia told me... and don't worry, my desire won't win this time."

"Good..." Killer said softly, before straightening up to rest on his knees, legs spread out in a v and his immense, heavy testicles burdening heavily on the floor as the two cow females snuggled against his thighs, leaning forwards with hungry, matching groans of delight and cupping the massive thickness of his towering, proud shaft in their hands, each female stroking with both hands down one side of the goliath shaft, pushing her muzzle against the astounding length at the same time, lapping adoringly at the strong tasting flesh, smearing her face in the messy mixture of juices and kissing his fingers lightly when his own hand, much larger, glided close as he pumped the top half of his immense member powerfully.

"Look up, you bitch." Killer commanded, arching his back a bit and flexing his enormous, powerful muscles as he loomed over the goddess, casting her in his shadow, as he seized the thick, gigantic base of his shaft in his other hand and stroked himself slowly, majestically, squeezing roughly into his own hard, veiny obsidian flesh, his hands splattered with his own potent load and with blood and juices of his playthings, as a thick, enormous blast of strong precum erupted from his member and splattered onto Alcana's head and back, drawing a thick river down her body, and then streaking for many more feet on the floor, past her. "Don't you dare touch me, slut. Just tell me what you see. " He commanded, thrusting his hips lightly against the air and holding his thick, enormous shaft merely inches away from her muzzle.

Alcana slowly pulled her head up, her eyes glinting wetly with tears, but staring forwards with lust and adoration and craving her need, her breath rough and uneasy, air whistling out of her nostrils as she panted, and she barely recoiled when the huge male growled lightly and his throbbing cock blasted another immense load of precum straight into her face, the hot, slick liquid sealing one of her eyes closed, her face drenched with his essence, his virile pre domineeringly washing away her tears and filling her nose with his potent, alluring smell, the slick fluid streaking down her face and into her slightly open mouth, making her moan in delight.

"I see my God, my strong, invincible Master. I see his power... so great. I feel his energies, and there's no end to them... oh, Killer... so strong..." Alcana breathed, panting and licking her lips with a cry of bliss as she shivered, the hand hidden down past her waistband moving quickly as she shoved her fingers hard in and out of herself, groaning and throwing her head backwards as her juices gushed loudly out of her, squirting out over the floor as she stared at his pumping hand with eyes wide and burning with need. "I see my master's body... powerful, hard, handsome, masculine like no other... and I see his virility. Oh, I see it...! I see his maleness, astounding and unrivalled. I see the divine scepter of my king and god, I see his immense cock... and I need it so badly, I crave it, I need to worship it... I need it to live, I need to serve it to mean something, as without my master I'm nothing but a useless whore..."

Killer grinned down at her, stroking himself in her face, blasting another huge load of his precum over her features as she sung his praises, filling her mouth with his strong, potent essence, soaking her chest, precum pooling in her cleavage, as more of the slick fluids rolled down the chains of her bikini top, her armor washed with his virility as the two cow females at his sides gazed towards Alcana in amazement between a long lap to his cock and another, even greater lust in their eyes as he easily dominated and humiliated even a goddess, as their gaping, ruined vaginas continued to gush forth with his seed, rivulets of blood staining the white of his cum with motes of crimson, the mother shoving her fist into the torn-open sex of her daughter, fucking her deep and easily with how she had been stretched insanely wide, her hand and good part of her forearm sinking deep inside her, into a womb that had been invaded and crammed full with potent sperm. Mother and daughter, both ruined forever for all males but him. Both pregnant of him, both willing slaves to him.

"I know you need it, bitch..." Killer teased with a snarling-grin, taking hold of his enormous shaft and flexing idly before he slapped Alcana's cheek with his colossal member, hard, knocking her face to the side and bruising her features as she let out a breathless grunt filled with lust, which turned into a blissful groan as he swung his immense member against her again, slapping her other cheek, even harder, almost knocking her over, before his swung his mighty shaft down to slap her exposed cleavage, making her gasp with surprise, delight and pain at once as her huge breasts recoiled from the blow, bruised by his monstrous cock.

"... but you still don't deserve it, you whore!" The huge male said, roughly grabbing the back of Alcana's head with a huge, strong hand, shoving her down easily until her face slammed into the floor in a splatter of bloodied juices, her features sinking in the thick, potent sperm that had formed a lake, coming out of the ravaged passages of the two cows. She only groaned hotly, however, closing her eyes with a shiver and eagerly pushing her face in his powerful essence, her tongue hungrily darting out of her mouth to lick his potent sperm up, to lap at his virility, to taste him, as the huge male roughly rolled her head from side to side, smearing her whole face with his thick load. "You are good just for cleaning up the floor, bitch."

"I am... I'm not worthy of you, Master..." The goddess replied, her hands scooping up more of his thick, hot semen from the floor and smearing it even more onto her body and features, her tongue lapping hungrily at the floor and her own fingers, the female suckling all the cum she could as she bathed into it, as she deliriously covered herself with his essence, even as the blood of the two devastated pussies stained her body and added to his taste in the thick, sticky fluid she swallowed.

His roughness, his dominance, his sperm all over her, they were enough to make her sex clench painfully tight, spasming on the heights of another mighty climax, as Killer grinned and roughly let go of her head after one last violent shove, seizing instead the youngest of the cows by the shoulder and throwing her onto the floor as well, as he took position behind her, aiming his gigantic cock at her gaping, torn vagina.

"Yes... yes, finish me...! Finish me while even a goddess can see, and envy me!" The white and black furred cow groaned, closing her eyes with a delighted grin, a shiver running down her back as she pushed her cheek against the floor, rubbing her features into his thick load even as he bit her lower lip and tried to brace herself against the floor when she felt the immense, flared head of his cock pushing against her gaping-wide sex.

Even torn-open as she was, he still was much bigger than her passage was, and his gigantic cockhead forced her buttocks apart, legs spread as wide as they would go, the cow panting in anticipation and her mother leaning in to seize her thighs, pulling them apart to open the way for him even wider, before her hands slid sensually down the inner thighs and her fingers forced her torn, battered pussy-lips to gape even more.

"Fuck my daughter's pussy into pieces... she is yours to use as you please, Master..." The older cow breathed, kissing the flat belly of her young girl with affection, even as she pushed her own devastated sex in her face, rubbing her torn, bleeding lips against her daughter's features.

Maria lapped at these eagerly, though, as Killer's seed leaking out of her mother plastered her face entirely, soaking her hair, filling her mouth with his taste, as she swallowed hungrily, greedily on the potent fluids, begging: "Yes, master... take me again... take me again, I beg you... let me serve you again..."

Killer grinned, seizing her long pigtails in a hand and pulling on them roughly, using them like reins as his other hand firmly seized her by the hip, and he thrust forwards playfully with his strong hips, making his gigantic cock slip over her gaping sex, the torn, tender lips kissing the sides of his enormous cum channel as he the cow trembled in delight and moaned loudly, before he easily positioned himself against her shattered passage and looked down at Alcana, the goddess staring at him from the floor with craving and need.

"Here it comes!"

"Oh, gods..." Alcana breathed, bracing herself as the young cow female grinned and shut her eyes, clawing into the floor and murring in anticipation as her mother did her best to keep her in position, as the huge male easily shoved forwards with his strong, muscular hips, stretching the already-gaping vagina even further, sending up a fine spray of blood that streaked down his shaft as he tore his way into the female, Maria howling in a mix of ecstasy and pain as she collapsed forwards onto the floor, her arms and legs spasming as her mother held her by the thighs and lustfully pushed her against Killer as his powerful thrusting shoved her away from him on the floor slick with cum, juices and blood.

Alcana, on the floor next to Maria, felt it so clearly in the energies in the air that it was almost like he was shoving inside her, not into another girl that she didn't even know. The goddess trembled and groaned loudly, her back arching as an electric discharge of pure, potent bliss went up her spine, her loins on fire, her sex dripping with desire as she stared at the way the cow's blossoming lips were torn and stretched, forced apart by his immense girth, the female's belly bulging with the shape of his goliath cock... And the older cow panted in delight, staring wide-eyed down to her daughter's once tight passage, hypnotized by the sight of his massive member thrusting easily, teasingly in and out, blood and juices spurting out and squelching loudly around it with every piston.

"Fuck, yes...!" Manticora shouted, grinning widely as she looked at the scene from the sofa, legs spread wide and back arching as she viciously pumped her fingers in and out of herself, licking her lips blissfully as her eyes followed each and every movement of the huge male.

Killer rammed forwards again, growling hungrily as he felt something else tear inside Maria, his cock spearing through her insides and giving him a new thrill of pleasure as he felt more warm blood drip out of her, the female howling in agonizing bliss and clawing weakly at the floor, dragging trenches into the wooden tables as she tried to brace herself, without success, against the powerful movements of the huge male. He was thrusting slowly, teasingly at most, moving carefully and with just a fraction of his immense virility, but it was already too much for her, rammed forwards on the floor like a ragdoll, even as her mother seized her hips and tried to push her back against him.

"Yes, yes, yes...!" Manticora snarled, grinning in delight and closing her eyes as she arched her back and pumped an orgasm out of her folds, her fingers moving quickly in and out of her as her thumb rolled over her clit, juices exploding out of her as she panted and looked on in awe as Killer devastated Maria's sex definitively and the cow only groaned and moaned nonsensical words of delight and lust, tears rolling down her cheeks, clear, pearly and hot juices squirting out of her at each easy shove of the god looming over her, as mother and daughter were shoved back and forth effortlessly, his own seed from earlier gushing out of them with each mighty shove as the floor, the building whole creaked and seemed to shake and tremble.

And he's barely moving...

"Here, bitch... suck that cock, as it rips your dear daughter apart." Killer growled, his muscular body flexing and throbbing with power and lust as he seized the older cow and dragged her towards him, dropping her roughly onto the floor, on her back, the female grunted as her head rested right under Maria's devastated sex, his immense shaft filling her vision as it slammed back and forth, right above her face, sending her daughter's blood splattering onto her features as seed gushed down with every violent thrust of the male. She couldn't help but curl up in a mix of fear and delight, trembling a bit at the awareness of all the red splatters raining down onto her, and yet only moaning in bliss, her sex clenching hard, her loins burning with delight as her eyes stared upwards: Killer looked even bigger, greater, stronger, even more glorious a god from down there, as his immense cock cast her in darkness, and his powerful, muscular body easily covered entirely both her and her daughter, his vicious grin making her pant lustfully, as his eyes burned with animal hunger.

"Oh, please... please..." Alcana howled, looking up at him imploringly, her eyes opened wide and wet with tears of envy, of desperate need, or sorrow and regret, as her body burned with uncontrollable ecstasy, drool leaking from her lips as her legs spasmed hard, hips bucking wildly back and forth as if he was ramming into her, juices spurting and leaking and gushing out of her almost constantly, as each climax for Maria caused a just as powerful release for the goddess. "Master, I beg you...! Take me, use me..."

"It's your punishment day, bitch." Killer easily replied, grinning mercilessly and not even looking at her as he savagely pounded into Maria instead, the female howling as she was finally rammed forwards into the wall at the other end of the room, her trembling arms reaching up unsteadily to seize into it, the female bracing herself as best she could as Her breasts bounced with every movement, as seed continued to flood out of her passage with each piston of the huge male, leaking over the mother's face, the huge male's pulsing, immense testicles and solid abs splattered with his own virile load and with blood as he slammed forwards into her a growl of hunger, one of his hands grasping her hip and the other seizing into a breast roughly, his eyes burning as Maria moaned and her head dropped forwards, forehead leaning against the wall as she was crushed against it by his thrusts.

"But... please..." Alcana cried, before moaning: "I can give you more than they ever could, Master... let me serve you... You can't even thrust your cock into them, they are not worthy of your power..."

Killer ignored her, only grinning as the older of the two cow females kissed his immense shaft adoringly, pushing her chest up into it, rubbing her breasts against the huge cock from beneath, pulling her hips up to rub her soaked, torn and gaping vagina against his gigantic testicles, smearing them with blood and desire.

"Gods... I can't even begin to imagine what he's like at full strength..." The mother groaned, and Maria let out a draw-out broken breath of dreamy agreement even as she was shoved into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster, which fell off onto the floor, Maria screaming in ecstasy as she clawed into the concrete, cheek to the wall and drool flying from her muzzle and hanging in ropes from her lips, hips raised high in the air and her legs spread wide, feet not touching the group as the huge male's godlike cock impaled into her easily held her aloft, seed splattering down with every violent thrust of the god, her pelvis cracked apart and her once-tight passage ripped apart, his claws buried into her hip and his other hand pulling on her pigtails as tears leaked from her eyes and blood dripped down her legs, mixing with the thick white load spilling from her sex, even as bliss burned through her body and soul, reaching new heights every time her mother's tongue lapped up the mixture of juices from her body.

"He holds back." Manticora purred, grinning at him lovingly, and Killer smirked back before he seized roughly into the chains of Alcana's top armor, pulling on them and snapping them apart like they were strips of paper, throwing them away and grabbing a firm, enormous breast viciously, manhandling the tender flesh as the goddess blushed and screamed his name in delight.

"Come here, Manticora... this bitch can do something nice for you." The huge male commanded, and the zebra licked her lips hungrily, eyes glowing with lust as she jumped up from the sofa and walked towards Alcana, one hand still rubbing at her soaked, hungry folds as the muscular female looked down at the goddess with a command in her eyes.

"You heard the Master... goddess or not, you are mine now, bitch." Manticora throatily said, grinning widely as she straddled Alcana, standing above her with a large, armored hoof on either side of her before she knelt over her, her soaked, black-fleshed sex kissing the goddess's flat abdomen before the zebra moved forwards, loving the shock in the dragoness's eyes as she slid her sex up the slope of a huge breast, and settled on the large, imposing nipple, letting it easily penetrate into her blossoming, eager lips.

"That's it... put her to work." Killer teased, grinning viciously as he seized Maria by the throat with one hand, choking her easily... and the female's eyes only glinted with even more bliss, beaming with even greater pleasure and lust, as the male's body throbbed with power and arousal, his other hand seizing into the cow's breasts and rolling them slowly, teasingly together, mashing the large swells in his palm as he suddenly tore back out of Maria, making her howl in delight, at the amazing feeling and at the loud, wet pop resulting, before her mother howled even louder as Killer easily moved back slightly and speared deep into her own gaping, destroyed sex, pounding her immediately to good, powerful rhythm.

"I will..." Manticora murred, hungrily, roughly moving forwards again, kneeling over the goddess's muzzle, seizing her head in both of her strong hands as she pushed her dripping, greedy sex against Alcana's face and mouth, the dragoness shivering and moaning as her sex clenched hard and gushed forth with yet another orgasm, her eyesight all but fading as she felt blissful weakness in her body.

Manticora moved her hips slowly, grunting softly as she ground her sex over the goddess's mouth, holding her head in both of her strong hands and grinning down at the dragoness with dominance as Alcana feebly tried to resist, attempting to turn her head away, but only getting dragged forwards even harder as the zebra's mighty muscles flexed and bulged with power.

Alcana let her tongue slid out, closing her eyes as the lapped slowly, teasingly against the blossoming, soaked lips of her sex, rubbing her muzzle into her as she tasted all of her desire and pleasure, and felt her own skyrocketing once more as Manticora moaned softly, guiding her head gently against her engorged folds, even if the eyes of the zebra continued to look out over Killer, as the huge male pounded alternatively Maria's and her mother's gaping vaginas, penetrating a female and mounting her for a few moments, until he was rewarded with yet another mighty orgasm, before he pulled back and immediately sunk his gigantic cock into the other girl, as mom and daughter took turns panting and lapping at his cock and heavy, colossal testicles.

The sight was immensely arousing, and Manticora growled in delight, thinking of when, hopefully soon, she and her own daughter would have experienced the same kind of wonderful pleasure, the same kind of incredible virile power... She let go or the goddess's head, instead bringing one of her hands up to her huge breasts, squeezing into one with a soft moan and rubbing the tip of her fingers over the large, majestic black nipple as Alcana hungrily lapped at her lips, licking them slowly and teasingly, suckling on her juices.

The goddess's only regret was that Manticora hadn't been pounded by Killer... it would have been so much better, so much more tasty and delightful, had the Seraphim been leaking his enormous, potent load all over her, so much better to taste his flesh and maleness in her tender folds...

But Alcana did not complain, even as no one took care of her own endless desire, her sex left alone, dripping and clenching and craving: her lust found relief in tasting and teasing Manticora's own tender lips, knowing that they both dreamed and desired the same thing... and Manticora replied, rocking her hips downwards against her working muzzle, the muscular zebra seizing the dragoness's head again, but this time doing her a favor as she pulled her in a position that allowed her eyes to look over to Killer.

Her eyes traced eagerly over his body, taking in the flex of his musculature as he pumped his shaft slowly and gently by into the gaping, destroyed vagina of Maria, the male was breathing a bit harder as the pleasure rolled through his system, his body alive with power, lust, satisfaction and dominance, as he easily made of all them his eager slaves and toys, working himself towards a new, glorious release.

Manticora's legs trembled lightly when Alcana growled in hunger and delight and suddenly seized roughly into the zebra's groin, shoving four fingers roughly inside her sex, her tongue lapping around them and tracing up the wet, blossoming labia even as she immediately began to pump her hand in and out, thumb pushing upwards to find the Seraphim's clit.

Manticora grunted in surprise, and she looked down with a moan of pleasure as Alcana slid her tongue slowly up her labia, pushing her muzzle up against her sex and sending her hot breath washing on the sensitive flesh before her long, flexible reptilian tongue stretched outwards further, and rolled skillfully around the zebra's clitoris, rolling it teasingly and making the Seraphim tremble in delight.

"She is a good bitch. Knows how to use that tongue." Manticora growled, grinning as she squeezed the goddess's skull in her strong hand, pulling her muzzle roughly against her sex, Alcana groaning in surprise but only suckling on her juices with even greater enthusiasm as the zebra ground down into her face, buttocks flexing and back arching with a hot pant, which became a loud cry of bliss as the goddess shoved her muzzle upwards hard enough to almost grind it into her sex, stretching her lips wide and sliding her long tongue inside her depths, rolling against the inner walls of her depths and working to quickly shove her over the edge.

Killer grinned at that, seeing from the blush on her cheeks that Manticora was close, and he changed his own rhythm, feeling the pleasure in his body like an electric discharge that invigorated him even further, his body flexing and muscles bulging with immeasurable power as he grunted in bliss, gritting his fangs in a snarling grin.

He couldn't hide it, he felt the wish to just... let it all go, unleash his full might and shove himself in to the hit, to ride Maria and her mother with all his force, even if he knew all too well that there was no way for the two angels to survive: Heaven or not, they were frail and vulnerable in front of his sizes and strength.

He had to hold back, and measure his movements... but that did not mean that he wasn't getting pleasure out of it. Delight and heat filled up his body, and his pleasure was mounting, approaching the point of no return as he pistoned powerfully in and out of the tailor's ruined sex, the female exhausted and by now unable to rock rocking her hips back against him, even as she tried every now and then, as seed dripped down to the ground from her stretched and devastated sex even as it clenched slowly against him, her groin muscles spasming and flexing out of control as her chest heaved and her breasts rocked back and forth violently with each mighty thrust, drool dripping from her jaws as she rasped for breath when his huge shaft flexed inside of her, the male grinning down at her lustfully...

She trembled in delightful surrender under him, powerless and exhausted, unable to do a thing as his immense shaft sawed in and out of her, hard as steel and throbbing with power and heat... But she still screamed when he shoved inside, as deep as he could go without ripping her apart, and slowly, skillfully twisted his hips to gyrate his cock within her, teasing all of her deep, special places, causing her hips to buck up violently, on a spasm of energy she didn't thought she had, and she howled his name as her devastated passage clenched hard onto his immense cock, the male riding her new orgasm with short, quick thrusts that sent her juices squelching loudly out of her, squirting in all directions...

At his side, Manticora was bucking her hips fiercely against Alcana's muzzle, the zebra crying softly out in ecstasy as the goddess teased her insides with her tongue, even as she continued to thrust a couple of fingers in and out at the same time. The Seraphim and goddess's eyes, however, were fixed always and only on their master, and Killer met their adoring, lustful gazes as he turned to look at them, grinning in domination before he ripped his immense shaft out. The cow groaned loudly, her body dragged back three feet on the floor before his cock came free with a loud squelch, followed by a gush of blood, seed and orgasm juices, and all the females around him gasped and arched their backs, eyes bulging as they trembled, and all hit their climax at the same time, eyes fixed on his gigantic cock as he seized it in his strong hand and began to stroke himself hard, powerfully, in long, majestic slides.

Alcana howled her delight to the stars, but her breath only washed on Manticora's sex, her scream adding to the Seraphim's own as the zebra threw her head back with a cry of bliss while her juices burst out of her in a flood, rushing down into the goddess's throat as the dragoness lapped at her sex with even greater greed, sloppily drinking of her pleasure while her own hips bucked in the air and juices squirted out of her, her vagina feeling like it would tear on itself, after clenching so hard, for so long.

Killer was not yet done, though, and he seized Maria's hips in his hands, dragging them off the floor and up in the air as he positioned herself at her gaping sex, squirts of her hot juice welcoming his immense shaft as he pushed the head of his cock at her shattered entrance, and he slammed in with a single, powerful thrust, making her howl to the sky, throwing out all the air she had in her lungs, as her orgasm doubled in strength, feeling him pounding in and out, hard, fast, strong, ramming into her depths, his cock stiffening even harder, bulging against her already torn and battered inner walls, throbbing with heat and power as he worked himself up to the edge...

She tried to urge him on, but she had no voice left, and she only moaned nonsensical words, eyes rolling up in her head in bliss, the other three females looking on in awe, just as spent and satisfied, and Killer grinned and commanded: "On your knees, bitches..."

Alcana shoved Manticora off, the zebra grunting in surprise and glaring at her a bit even as they quickly went to their knees, side to side, squeezing their breasts in their hands and opening their mouths wide, hungrily stretching their tongues out, as even the exhausted tailor struggled to get up, the Seraphim mercifully seizing her with a strong hand and helping her, as Maria only gaped, drooling on the floor and staring at the wall ahead without a word, only moaning in delight at the amazing feeling of his incoming release building up with each mighty thrust.

Earlier, it had been her mother to get it, even if his orgasm was so huge and his load go gargantuan that he had pulled out and shoved deep into her, filling her to capacity and then blasting the rest all over Manticora and the whole room... now, it was finally her turn to feel what the first blast was like.

And finally, with a roar that shook the whole town, the huge male erupted his immense, potent load into her, the female's eyes bulging widely as she felt his incandescent seed flood her, filling her up immediately, bloating her belly outwards even as seed spurted out of her on both sides of his gigantic black shaft, the female trembling in amazement...

And Killer pulled roughly out, ignoring the huge deluge of seed following his cock, as he pumped himself eagerly and quickly stood up tall, turning to the kneeling females with a vicious grin and forcefully slamming his shaft down onto Alcana's face, striking her with the thick obsidian column that was splattered with his load as well as blood, the male growling in delight and omnipotence as he stroked himself rapidly and all four females moaned and begged and pleaded for his load, licking and suckling and lapping at his immense shaft every time part of the massive black cock ground against her muzzle, as he slapped them all while covering them in a deluge of potent, thick sperm, his enormous blasts painting their bodies white and overshooting them to slam into the wall behind with the violence of punches, drops flying everywhere.

Even Maria struggled up to her knees, helped by her mother, and she bathed under his release just as eagerly, before Killer stepped back and brought a leg up, shoving his foot into Alcana's chest and sending her crashing onto her back, pinning her by the throat against the floor with one foot before he gave her a snarling grin, roaring in delight and dominance as he sent his seed exploding out over the goddess, bathing her, soaking her, drenching her, blasting her face with thick, immense load after immense load, covering her in his thick, potent cum.

It felt like it would never end, but after a long time, the male slowed down, still stroking himself slowly but powerfully, to send the last heavy drops of cum raining down onto the four completely-drenched females: semen covered their faces and breasts and bodies and legs, long streams of it dangling from the underside of their breasts and from their chins as they dripped all over with his mighty load, shivering and moaning in adoration and delight...

Finally, Killer murred in satisfaction, stroking leisurely at his immense length with a hand, offering his other palm, drenched with his own thick load, to the females, Manticora eagerly leaning forwards to lick it clean, even shoving Maria out of the way, the latter female glaring at the Seraphim a bit.

Alcana scooped up handfuls of semen from her cheeks and features, filling her mouth again and again with the thick fluids, rubbing some of the thick sperm out of the way to be able to open an eye, looking up at him through streams of thick seed glueing her eyelashes together.

"This teaches you who your Master is, bitch. Don't you ever forget it." Killer said, looking down at Alcana as he slowly lifted his foot off her throat, and the female coughed up a huge load of sperm, before she managed to rasp:

"Never, Master..."

"Oh, my fucking gods, this was awesome." Manticora breathed, grinning widely as she leaned on her arms, letting her head fall backwards. "Such power..."

"Don't be silly." Killer amusedly snorted, even as he looked down to see mother and daughter kissing sloppily, licking the huge male's seed from each other's muzzle. "You've seen nothing of my power here, and you know it."

"Well... YOU might call it "nothing", but there have are gods of fertility in the past that would vanish for the shame, seeing such a spectacle." The Seraphim easily replied, before adding amusedly: "But yeah, that's how I wanted it. I want to see your real power only when my useless husband can stare at the effect it has on me."

"Oh, gods, that sounds so hot!" The tailor exclaimed, even if her voice could barely be heard, exhausted as she was. Maria was just as breathless, but she found somewhere the energy to smile up to Killer in adoration and thanks.

The huge male smiled back down to the two females, and he walked up to them, bending forwards to kiss first the daughter, then the mother, tasting his own virility in both of their mouths as their tongues danced together quietly. "I'll see the both of you again..." He whispered, and the two females smiled at him cheerfully before kissing him on the cheeks, hugging him from the sides as Maria softly breathed:

"Thank you, Killer. It was..." She paused, looking dreamy as she tried to find the right word, and her mother nodded before suggesting with a smirk:

"Life-changing."

Killer grinned a bit at that, squeezing the two females gently against his sides for a moment, before he turned and said calmly: "Alcana."

"Yes, Master...?" The goddess asked, immediately pushing up to sit up on the floor, looking up at him with veneration as he turned towards her.

"Stay here with them for a while, will you...? Make sure they are ok, that the bleeding stops and everything." The huge male softly said, smiling down at her reassuringly. I don't hate you. Far from it... but you needed a lesson... and... well. When I get going in these things, I can easily overdo it...

"Sure, Master. Are... are you going away...?" The goddess hesitatingly asked, clearly hoping to spend more time with him, before the huge male nodded quietly and explained: "Manticora and I are out on a short leave. We'd like to go in a few more places before it is over, so... yes. We are going." He paused, thinking of his pants abandoned somewhere in the now-devastated, sperm-flooded room, and they floated up from behind the ruins of a chair, flying to his hand. He looked down at them with a bit of a grimace, seeing that they were unsurprisingly soaked in cum... but another thought was enough to make all the semen vanish, as the room rebuilt itself around them, the broken table resurrecting from its ruins, the shelves piecing themselves back together and flipping back up in position on the walls as he tried to use some of his supposedly divine abilities... and as he looked over a room magically restored and cleaned up and over pants clean and dry and ironed out hanging from his hand, he had to admit that being a god had nice bonuses, as the two cows stared at him in awe, gaping, and Manticora only crossed her arms on her chest, grinning widely, the three females freed from the thick layers of seed that had drenched them until a second earlier.

"You forget to clean one thing...?" She teased, pointing a finger to his still mostly-hard cock, the immense black shaft still towering near its max sizes and still dripping blood and seed and juices... And the huge male grinned back, spreading his legs a bit and putting his hands on his hips.

"This is just not a work for superpowers..." Killer replied with a grin, and the four females licked their lips hungrily before crawling on all fours towards him, knowing full well what to do and loving him for leaving that mission for them...

"... your tongues can do it much better."

Half an hour later, Killer and Manticora walked out of the tailor shop, the huge male wearing his pants and looking even more vigorous than before, and the Seraphim back in her armor, hands behind her head and a bit grin on her face.

There was still a crowd of curious, amazed people assembled out of the door, but they shied away quickly at the sight of the huge male, many of them boxing to him as they stepped out of the way, others just staring in amazement as he and Manticora walked by.

The huge male and the Seraphim traded an amused gaze as they walked down the street and a black-furred wolf stood stupidly in the middle of the road, gaping in shock as he stared at the huge male, probably wondering what the hell had happened in the house over the tailor shop to cause all that noise... and Killer laughed when they passed by and the wolf turned to follow them, staring at every movement they made, until Manticora shoved a finger under the chin of the guy and forced his mouth to close.

The wolf trembled in fear at this, looking up at the tall, muscular warrior female and evidently expecting to be squished as the zebra bent forwards over him, but unable to run away because all his legs did was trembling.

Manticora, however, only whispered in his ear: "He is a God, he's got the biggest cock ever, and enough stamina to fuck pussies into pieces until the end of Eternity. Get used to the sound of girls screaming his name... today was only a little appetizer."

The wolf froze in place, his lower lip trembling as he stared emptily ahead of himself, and Manticora cackled, grinning widely as she walked onwards at Killer's side, the huge male frowning a bit as he asked idly: "What did you do to him...?"

"Ruined his life forever, I think." The zebra amusedly answered, shrugging idly, as Killer smiled a bit to himself and shook his head slightly, admittedly thankful once more for being the big boy, and not the one developing complexes of inferiority and always turning carefully to face the wall in the showers after working out at the gym.

His face probably betrayed his thought somehow, because Manticora looked at him with amusement, smiling to herself as they walked past the windows of several small, nice shops that were still open, even now into the night.

They stopped briefly in front of a few of them, particularly in front of one traditional toy shop which had a couple of shelves in the window completely covered with small, delightfully-accurate statues carved in solid wood and then painted, with patience and endless skill. It made Killer stare, with envy and admiration, as he traced his eyes over the statue of a Paladin, then that of a Metatron, complete with the floating scrolls surrounding him in an orbit, then even a statue of Typhon... He didn't have nice memories of any of the subjects, but he could nonetheless be amazed and delighted by just how well they had been reproduced. And he was particularly attracted by a statue of Vesta, the queen of Seraphims depicted in battle armor and in an easy ready position, her sickleswords held up and poised to strike. Toys or not, they were truly works of art, and Killer was immensely tempted to buy at least a few, even as Manticora stood a step back, arms crossed, shaking her head in amused disapprobation.

When he finally straightened and stepped away from the glass, he blinked in surprise as he saw the owner of the shop, a turtle so wrinkled and ancient-looking that Killer feared to see him break down in a puff of dust, was staring at him from behind the shelves.

Killer felt horrendously embarrassed for a moment, caught looking with such interest at kid's games, before he felt some relief as he saw that the craftsman had a large block-notes in a hand and was sketching a portrait of the huge liger with quick, skillful moves of his right hand. And Killer looked down at the sheet in awe, admiring the way in which a couple of masterful strokes of pencil depicted him in amazing detail, his body already depicted in a battle-ready stance as the turtle smiled and bowed his head to him in a silent thank you.

"Soon he will add an Amon-Ra statue on his shelves, now." Manticora amusedly observed when Killer finally walked to her side, after holding up a hand in a silent, simple salute to the old craftsman.

"Yes, I fear you are spot on. But I guess it would have been worse if he had just been staring at me to make fun of me looking over the toys." Killer replied, tilting his head to the side with a little grimace, shrugging a bit. "Besides, he's drawn me well, and he made me look cool. So... yeah. Can't really bitch for that."

"You DO look cool." Manticora replied, nudging him playfully in the side, and smiled down at her softly, before looking ahead curiously as they approached what clearly was a small but nice restaurant, with its doors open and soft piano music coming from inside, several small round tables arranged just past a low hedge of laurel trimmed in a perfect rectangular shape. Several couples and a few families crowded many of the tables outside, and inside there seemed to be just as many people, as waiters walked back and forth carrying plates of delicious-looking food... But what really caught Killer's attention was the sign near the entrance to the restaurant, which said that the cooks were specialized in mortal food from all countries.

Manticora was a born-immortal, and Killer wondered if she had ever tried some of the food of the mortal plane, nudging her gently and asking softly: "Should we eat something? I'd love to offer you a good dinner... and I bet you never tasted mortal food."

Manticora looked over the tables curiously, looking thoughtful as she replied quietly: "You are right, I've never tasted any mortal food... My father hates pretty much everything that is not thought, made and consumed in superior, mighty, shiny, beautiful Heaven. And even after I left, as a Seraphim I don't eat at all most of the time anyway."

"Then come with me. Time to remedy to that." Killer said, smiling as he took her hand and walked into the restaurant's garden, looking around for an empty table as Manticora hugged his arm with hers, smiling softly, admittedly curious to try something new and visibly glad to spend the night out with the huge male.

A waiter wearing a red jacket spotted them immediately and walked up to welcome them in, guiding Killer to a nearby table, where the liger pulled out the chair for his Seraphim lover, making Manticora snort in amusement, shoving at him lightly as he laughed and sat down in his chair.

"I hope you will enjoy your stay here." The waiter gently said, handing to each of them a slender, green booklet with the menu of the day, and Killer looked amusedly up at Manticora as she took hers with a bit of a mumble, blushing imperceptibly as she turned a few pages, faking great interest but actually having pretty much no idea of what the names in the list represented.

Killer easily got to the pages of the mortal food offered, mumbling a bit as he read through the list: the first lot was about very complex, very expensive and very ridiculous products of modern cuisine: very colorful, very originally arranged on the plate, but insubstantial and coming in tiny portions that would have left a canary looking up pleadingly for more food. He had always hated that kind of serving, and so he turned page after page until he found, near the end, a much more alluring list of much less researched but delicious food courses typical of country taverns, inn and small restaurants.

"We'd like to start with salami and seasoned pork shoulder as starter." Killer said, looking up briefly from the menu, frowning a bit as he caught the waiter looking down at him with what looked like outraged horror. The liger was tempted to punch him in the face immediately, but at the same time he wondered what was wrong... before realizing that he was shirtless and wearing only ripped black jeans, not exactly adhering to the dressing code that the rest of the customers met. Killer tried to be patient, recognizing that the elegantly-dressed waiter had kind of a point, and he only calmly continued: "As main course, I think egg pasta stuffed with vegetables in gravy will be wonderful. Do you agree...?" Killer playfully teased, looking up at Manticora from over his menu, the female snorting a bit before answering:

"Sure, it'll be perfect."

This time, the waiter's face openly betrayed disapprobation for the fact that Killer had chosen from the simplest, less-elaborated dishes, while he of course was supposed to order some of the fancy works of genius of the chef and get a plate covered in pitiful salsas of the most unlikely colors and a few artistically-shaped vegetables. Killer had to put much more effort in keeping his cool this time, glaring at the waiter eloquently as he concluded: "We will close with rib roast and chips, with a jam tart as dessert. We will drink red wine."

The waiter, a young fox with ridiculously well-cared mustache, shrunk his head between his shoulders visibly, as he instinctively walked back slightly, trying to put a distance between himself and the enormous, muscular male, even as he continued to take notes on a small block, his hand trembling as he wrote the last passage.

"They'll be here soon." The waiter said, before turning and leaving quickly, Killer tapping his fingers on the table as he glared after the fox for a few moments more.

"Asshole." He finally muttered, Manticora nodding with an entertained smile as she looked at him over the small, warm flame of a candle burning in a terracotta bowl on top of the table. At least, he had to admit, the place was nice and pleasant: the waiter sucked, but the soft music coming from inside, the gentle breeze and the care put in even the preparation of the table made it a very nice place where to spend an evening in good company.

He looked upwards, smiling a bit at the sight of the stars, so much brighter and larger and closer here, looking almost at hand's reach, and his fingers gently stroked down the golden bullet hanging from his neck, toying with it with affection. Manticora smiled softly at this, looking at him and knowing what was on his mind - or better, who - and feeling even greater affection for him, admiring his dedication to Alexis, shown every time also with those little, instinctive gestures. The twin bullets that they wore as necklaces were their only point of contact at the moment, and both Alexis and Killer could be seen very often reaching up for the rounds, touching them to have the comfort of each other's memory.

"The day in which you can have a dinner out with her again will arrive, Killer. I can imagine how much you wish for it." The Seraphim gently said, and the huge male looked down at her with a smile, but also with a bit of a blush, letting go of his bullet and advancing his other hand over the table, to take hers and squeeze it softly.

"Don't equivocate, Manticora... I'm truly happy to be out here with you for this... little date, kind of." Killer said, smiling at her with affection, before he shook his head slowly and added: "But Alexis is always on my mind."

"I understand." Manticora softly replied, smiling and cupping his cheek in her hand as she leaned forwards over the table. "Differently from Alcana, I do not just understand it, but I accept it, too. I see how much you two need each other... and I'm more than happy enough knowing that you do like me as well. I don't want to be the centre of your universe... I'm happy just being part of it. "

"I love you, Manticora." Killer said, smiling at her and nodding a bit as he squeezed her hand quietly in his. "And part of my universe you certainly are. An important part of it indeed... and you'll be with me as long as you'll want to be."

"That shall be forever and ever, then. Because I'll love you forever." The zebra promised, before she grinned a bit and teased: "You did deliver quite a lesson to Alcana, though. Holy Hell, that was awesome."

Killer grinned back, snickering a bit, before calmly noting: "I probably overdid it a bit... but I had good reasons to get back to her."

He did not expand on the matter, as he saw the waiter walking back out of the restaurant's door, heading for them with a large silver plate covered with their cured meats, but Manticora seemed to understand all too well on her own, as she gave him an entertained little grin, before turning to look with curiosity over the cold cuts, food that she had never tasted.

Killer shook his head slightly, in entertained amazement, finding it so hard to believe that Seraphims, custodians of such great secrets of God's Creation, would not have an idea of what cured meat tasted like... and then he grinned, trading a gaze with Manticora as she turned towards him with a smirk when a waitress, a blonde lynx with silvery fur, charged against their waiter and talked him into letting her serve the couple in his place.

"You just reaped another victim." Manticora teasingly observed, grinning widely as she looked over the smiling girl, while the waiter, still terrified by Killer's glare from earlier, did not complain, but just handed her colleague the dish and walked quickly back inside. "Then again, it's no surprise. She isn't the only one staring, either." The Seraphim added, looking around herself and spotting several wives and girls at the tables around them looking dreamily towards the huge, masculine god.

"I wish they'd quit doing that." Killer muttered, before Manticora turned around and looked at him flatly, observing:

"That's just not true. I know you like it."

"Yeah, well... in a way, I guess." The huge male admitted after a moment of hesitation, before he made a bit of a grimace and shrugged, adding pointedly: "When it's too much, though, it kind of gets creepy, you know."

The waitress walked up to their table with a bright, huge smile on her face, putting down the large plate and looking over Killer with enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Amon-Ra, such an honor to be able to serve you! Oh, please, can I have your autograph...? My friends won't believe me otherwise...!"

"What...?" Killer asked stupidly, gaping a bit in surprise even as the lynx giggled and carefully dug into the pocket of her pants, producing a portrait of him that she had clearly carefully cut from one of the "propaganda" leaflets that Vicky and her group had been spreading around. She put the beautiful drawing down on the table before him with a wide smile, before taking the pen from her block notes, handing it gently to him, the male still looking amazed even as he took it and signed the image.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Amon-Ra!" The lynx exclaimed, bouncing happily on the spot even as she blushed a bit, smiling cheerfully as she hugged the autographed portrait to her chest, probably not even hearing as the huge male said:

"Killer, it's just Killer."

Manticora only shook her head in amusement as they looked over the young girl as she bounced away with a happy smile, before Killer scratched his head lightly and mumbled: "Well, that's a new thing."

"This too is, for me." Manticora said, smiling a bit as she picked up a couple slices of cured meat and put them on a piece of still warm bread, taking a bite of it as Killer looked at her with entertainment.

"Tasty!" She cheerfully said after a moment, taking another bite as Killer laughed a bit as he put together a sandwich for himself, even as his eyes looked out over a patrol of angels wearing body armour and carrying large, magic-enhanced assault rifles moving down the street.

The point man in the group of four walked slightly ahead of the others, his assault rifles hanging from its sling as he held a combat shotgun at the ready instead, and the team leader walked in the middle, with a soldier on either side, all looking out for any sign of trouble as the people in the street moved out of the way to let them pass.

Manticora looked up at this as well, even as she continued to eat her sandwich, clearly enjoying it. Killer had never been in Restford before, so he had no idea if such a heavily armed patrol was routine or a worrying signal, but a look at the zebra reassured him: she seemed unimpressed and unconcerned, even as he caught her gazes, following them to the weapons that each soldier carried, as she built for herself a clear mind picture of the situation.

Nothing uncommon, for a warrior as expert and professional as her. Killer had done the exact same thing, after all.

He turned his attention towards the door of the restaurant, instead, smiling as he saw the waitress from earlier cheerfully hopping towards them, carrying a large, deep china dish filled with the egg pasta he had ordered, all covered in delicious-looking gravy and grated cheese.

The lynx noticed his gaze and smiled towards him happily... and then, all of a sudden, she winced and collapsed to her knees with a broken scream of agony, hands shooting up to her ears and the dish falling to crash onto the ground as a thundering, mournful toll echoed down the town, shaking the ground and buildings and causing Killer to wince, shutting his eyes and groaning in agony as his eyesight faded into darkness, his heartbeat going out of control, his body trembling.

Shrieks of agony rose to the sky from all around him, but he was nearly deafened by the toll, and even Manticora's cry seemed to come from miles away, his senses so damaged that he could never have guessed her position had he had to judge from the sound.

Her scream seemed to be all around him, coming from all directions at once...

He pushed up to his feet with a snarl, knocking his chair over and stumbling into it even as he forced his eyes open with a snarl, seeing white flashes of light and the red of his own blood, but nonetheless quickly recovering enough to see first shadows, then confused images... Manticora had leapt up to her feet as well, her Khukhri sword already drawn out and poised to strike, even as she looked just as miserable as Killer.

He screamed again in agony as a second funeral toll sounded in the air, struggling to keep his eyes open and looking in shock from side to side, checking all directions, not knowing what would come but expecting trouble of the worst kind, before he froze in position as he saw a ghost appear in the middle of the patrol of angels from earlier, a couple of the soldiers all but curled up on the ground as another howled in agony, crawling forwards on all fours...

And Killer heard Manticora's distant voice launching a warning made of a single word: "Reapers!"

It sent a shiver down his spine, as he saw the translucent image of the cloaked ghost suddenly become solid, as he spotted the vicious scythe slashing downwards, and he charged forwards with a shout of warning of his own, eyes wide with horror and pain as the bell tolled again, and he saw transparent, ghostly images trembled out of the fallen bodies of the soldiers and customers of the restaurant.

Not ghosts... their souls...it's breaking the souls out of the bodies...!

The scythe turned solid just as it slashed through the air and collided with the neck of the first soldier, who was coughing blood and shivering on the ground, unable to do anything to defend himself. There was a splatter of blood, the scythe effortlessly cutting through flesh and muscle and bone, the head flopping onto the stone slabs of the street as the soul of the soldier was visibly sucked out of the body and absorbed down into an hourglass hanging from a rope wrapped around the reaper's waist, leaving Killer enough time to see the transparent soul howling in a silent scream of terror, eyes open wide and begging for help.

The point man in the group rolled onto his back with a ragged cough, blood spurting out of his mouth as he made a supreme effort and pulled up the shotgun, blasting three point blank shots up into the Reaper, but this turned ethereal again, long before the heavy pellets could harm him, the steel spheres passing harmlessly through the spirit before it became entirely invisible.

The soldier dragged himself away, crawling on the ground with a groan of pain and aiming his shotgun to the night with a sole hand as he used the other to claw at the street and move... before he shrieked in agony as the bell tolled once more.

Killer stumbled with a groan of pain, nearly falling over as he coughed up blood, and when he managed to look up again, the reaper had already appeared again, behind the scared soldier, who was still looking in the wrong direction... Another angel fired a furious burst from his assault rifle from the ground, but again it went wasted, passing through the ethereal monstrosity, before another reaper suddenly appeared above the soldier and slashed its scythe in the angel's chest, the blade easily piercing through armor and flesh and cutting its way out of the other side of the body.

Killer snarled and charged forwards, slaloming between the tables and unconscious or agonizing customers of the restaurant, leaping past the writhing body of a waiter who had fainted flat onto his face in the middle of the garden, but he knew he wouldn't arrive in time...

The soldier with the shotgun turned around with a scream of terror, firing wildly until the rifle clicked empty, and he was left staring at the cloaked, expressionless creature which suddenly became solid above him and swung the scythe down.

The soldier closed his eyes in resignation, but two loud shots echoed down the street, and the scythe was knocked to the side by a large caliber bullet as another smashed into the hood covering the reaper's head, sending the monster stumbling to the side with a blood-chilling squeal, before it became ethereal and vanished.

Killer looked to the side to see Manticora snarling, her gunblade aimed out and the barrels smoking lightly as she glared around, eyes narrowed and focused, her senses alert... And she suddenly turned backwards, slashing her Khukhri out, but the blade passed harmlessly through the ethereal image of a Reaper that immediately vanished once more.

Killer looked around himself nervously, trying to focus all of his senses, before his instinct screamed at him in alarm and he squatted immediately, looking up in time to see an ethereal scythe turning solid as it swung where his body had been until an instant before. He turned around with a snarl, lashing his hand viciously out, but the reaper vanished immediately away... and two more appeared instead, charging at him from either side, their scythes hissing through the air as he snarled and leapt forwards to grab the leg of a round table, dragging it off the ground and using it as a shield, the first long, crescent-shaped blade sinking through the wood and remaining lodged in...

Killer grinned and twisted the table to the side to either disarm or throw the Reaper to the floor, but his eyes widened as the scythe became ethereal again, passing effortlessly through the wood and then returning to sharp and deadly reality as it rushed straight for his heart.

Killer winced and kicked himself backwards, throwing the table out towards the Reaper, who seemed to laugh at him as it turned once more into a spirit, letting the heavy table pass trough, flying across the street and smashing into an house on the other side of the road, as the cloaked monstrosity let go of its scythe, the weapon staying solid and mortal, moving through the air of its own accord.

Killer dropped flat onto his back as the blade swung viciously upwards, glaring up at the weapon and knocking it flying with a blast of psychic force, before he rolled onto his hip with a grunt as the second Reaper tried to chop his head right away, and he snarled as a third reaper leapt at him from the front, its scythe swinging up from the ground, the blade cutting a trench in the stone slabs as it rushed towards him, before it pierced right through his left forearm when he brought it up to protect his chest, the huge male snarling in pain as blood sprayed up from the wound, his eyes widening in shock and horror as he saw a ghostly outline of himself - my soul - trembling and fading into view, beginning to be dragged forcefully out of his body.

Killer snarled and seized into the long pole of the scythe with his other hand, muscles bulging with rage and power as he shoved back against the reaper, until the crescent blade ripped out of his arm, blood spraying onto the ground as his left hand trembled violently. He jumped up to his feet, snarling in fury as he dragged the scythe up, and swung it hard out around himself, knocking back three more Reapers that charged at him from all directions, before he twisted his grip on the long pole and turned it so that the blade aimed at the Reaper's face as the cloaked monster still tried to wrestle Killer for the control of the scythe.

"Taste your own goddamn medicine, you bastard!" Killer roared, his bicep bulging explosively as he shoved hard forwards: the pole of the scythe turned crimson as it overheated, burning Killer's flesh to the bone, trying to force him to let go, but the huge liger lashed out with all of his strength and the blade of the scythe pierced right under the monster's hood, the reaper howling in agony, before the back of his head exploded as the blade ripped out of the other side, silencing the creature forever as it slumped and fell onto its back.

Killer looked up to the other reapers, going into a ready position as they charged at him with shrieks of rage, his eyes darting to the side to see Manticora battling another thick group of cloaked monsters, as a few more Reapers mercilessly harvested the souls of the last soldiers on the street before going from table to table to steal away the souls of all the unconscious, agonizing customers of the restaurant.

Killer's gaze darted towards the waitress, fainted in the middle of the garden and laying down on her face, blood leaking out of her nostrils and ears, and he saw the many children and angels in states of agony or unconsciousness at the tables, snarling in fury. I don't want them to die. Not this way. I don't want them to die...

He turned on the spot and ran towards the fainted waitress, but the Reapers were immediately on him, floating through the air like ghosts before they circled around him, becoming solid for just a passing second, enough to slash their scythes out at him, cutting gashes all over his body and pulling savagely on his soul, the huge male vomiting blood as he fell to one knee, blindly lashing out a mountain-shattering punch which could nothing against the ethereal ministers of Death... but he pushed to his feet again, charging forwards, before his eyes bulged as another Reaper appeared right above the waitress, rising his scythe high into the air, ready to strike it down and end the young lynx's life.

I'm a God, there must be something I can do... I want her to live... Killer bitterly thought, snarling as he fired a beam of golden energy towards the Reaper, who turned ethereal and let it shoot through his body: the huge liger's eyes narrowed, however, coldly focusing as he saw lightning and bolts of energy crackled around the ghost, parts of it fading into existence for a few moments...

Away from here, away from here... you have to live! Killer desperately thought, raising a hand towards the lynx as ghostly chains wrapped like snakes around his legs and up over his chest, making him fall down on his strong abs as more and more chains wrapped into him, dragging him down onto the ground, cutting into his soul and clouding his view as his eyes cried blood. The scythe mercilessly swung down.

Get away from here!

Killer stared in horror, and then in disbelief as the scythe sunk into the ground, the lynx vanished from the spot along with all the others, the tables and chairs and the street now suddenly empty and abandoned, all the people gone. Somehow, he had... made them vanish. Hopefully, sent them to safety: Killer had been thinking of Eaglenest, but the reality was that he had no idea of what exactly he had just done.

He shivered a bit, swallowing bitterly as he thought that he might have just... canceled them forever, or caused who knew what kind of disaster... But he now snarled, clawing at the stone floor with a roar of fury and challenge as he threw all of his crushing physical might against the Reaper's chains, flexing his powerful body, muscles bulging explosively against the chains and making them creak, the huge male pushing back up to his feet slowly, lips crested in a snarling grin as he roared and dragged forwards all ten the reapers holding the chains and trying to bind him.

They squeaked as he ripped those forwards, their combined efforts insufficient and unable to restrain him, and the other reapers in the area swarmed over to the liger, chopping their scythes down towards him as Manticora shouted something he did not understand, before a column of light smashed down from the sky like a meteor and battered the reapers backwards.

Killer exploited the moment, lashing his arms outwards and snapping the chains apart like toys, sending ghostly, glowing links flying in all directions, his soul faintly visible around his body, nearly torn out of him, before he stood up to his feet with a furious snarl, and it was reabsorbed inside him, his body glowing with blazing energy as his eyes flashed and he hissed: "Go take a trip into space."

Manticora snarled, stabbing her Khukhri sword into the chest of a cloaked skeleton which had tried to chop her in half with a vicious scythe slash, her eyes darting from side to side as more ethereal Reapers surrounded her, ready to strike and only held at bay by the burning holy light burning in her free hand, as she sent another column of white, pure force crashing from the sky onto a thick group of cloaked monsters, three of them writhing in silent screams of agony as they were caught in the middle of the blast and annihilated, as several more scattered away from the burning beam.

She ripped her sword back out of the corpse, the reaper flopping to the floor without a sound as she turned to slash through another, cursing under her breath as it became ethereal, and two more scythes bit savagely into her strong, muscular body, sending blood splattering out of her back and hip as the reapers tried to drag her soul out of her... And suddenly, the crowd of black cloaks around her vanished from sight, the Seraphim stumbling forwards with a painful cough, blood spraying out of her mouth even as she took a breath, relief flooding her system as her soul was released, and quickly returned safely within her.

She looked up in confusion, wincing as she put a hand over a deep gash in her abdominals, her fingers glowing faintly with white energy as she healed herself, turning to look over the empty tables, looking at Killer standing a few steps away. "What did you do...?"

"Not sure." Killer awkwardly admitted, turning towards her slowly and touching some of the deep wounds ripped open all over his body, feeling them already healing, his flesh and muscle regenerating quickly as adrenaline and energy continued to pump through his system. "But I should have sent the people of the town to Eaglenest... and I should have thrown the Reapers into open space."

"Not something that Ira taught to you..." Manticora observed despite herself, before her lips crested into a loving smile. "You are learning fast, Killer. And you are every bit as godlike as we thought, and more."

"Yeah, but the Reapers will be back soon. We only gained a little bit of time." Killer muttered, knowing full well that sending them into space would have been a mere annoyance for the terrible ministers of death even before the zebra nodded, grimacing a bit as she looked at the corpses in the street.

"Why is it even happening...? Aren't Reapers supposed to be neutral, and servants only of the Cycle of Life...? Has Thanatos betrayed us?" Killer muttered, glaring over the now silent and empty town and snorting in impatience and rage. He hated not knowing who he was fighting against. He hated how things continued to get more and more complex and confusing: never an answer, just more and more questions piling up every day that passed.

"I don't know." Manticora muttered, shaking her head slowly, moving her hand to another ugly wound on her body and healing it up as best she could. "Thanatos is supposed to be neutral after all. He should ensure that the Reapers only work in harvesting the souls of the dead, to bring them to the afterlife they have gained with their actions. But as you know, it's been years and years since the last time souls were properly assigned to Heaven or Hell... the Cycle of Life has long been tampered with. And now the Reapers all but work as assassins."

"How do we stop them...?" Killer asked, and Manticora bit her lower lip nervously, looking thoughtful as she muttered: "Not an easy task. It hasn't revealed itself, but the bells that nearly tore the souls out of us mean that a Great Reaper was here. It's a tough, tough enemy to deal with... and they already roughed us up quite a lot. If this continues, they'll rip our souls out of our mouths, and it'll be over."

Killer nodded with a grimace, before thinking back of how his energy had shot through the ethereal reaper, and zapped through its spirit with enough power to force some of its body to become solid for a moment... "I might have a plan. It'll take a lot of energy out of me, but I should have more than enough juice for it. I'll make them solid, so we can punch them into pieces. That will balance the odds."

"If you can do that, it sure will." Manticora replied, before grinning a bit as she added: "And I know no one else which has as much juice as you, so I'm totally confident that you can pull it out." _ _

_"_That was just a bad, bad pun." Killer replied amusedly, nudging her teasingly as he grinned and added: "But my problem normally is not pulling it out. It's pushing it in."

"Now, THAT was bad." The zebra replied, grinning widely as Killer laughed and pulled up one hand, pushing energy down his arm and focusing it in his fingers, trying to heal a nasty, bleeding wound ripped open in her broad, muscular back. The Seraphim hissed as she felt him work over the gash, her back arching with a spasm, before she rolled her shoulders with a murr of what was unmistakably pleasure, flexing her huge muscles with a grin as she said: "Holy fuck, what an energy."

"Am I overdoing it...? I'm not much of an expert at healing..." Killer said, looking down at the wound as it quickly closed, her flesh regenerating itself as he kept his concentration high. In his training, healing magic had not featured at all: Ira had prioritized the study of defensive and offensive spells, since Killer had incredible powers of regeneration which healed him efficiently and incredibly fast. He was covered without the need for magic, and on a normal day, caring for the wounded was not supposed to be a role for him, as he was very much needed in the very first line, where he could put his astounding physical superiority to best use by smashing the enemy ranks apart.

Fortunately, Ira had nonetheless taught him the basics he needed to use his own overabundant, apparently-endless energy for speeding up his regeneration and for helping those in need.

"You are overdoing it a lot, but in a very good way..." Manticora breathed, closing her eyes and grinning as she flexed her strong, muscular arms, sheer power running through her veins as he pumped energy into her. "You are not just healing me, you are giving me a huge power-boost."

"Well, all the better, then." Killer replied quietly, smiling at her with affection, before he looked up towards Stargazer, horrified by the lack of reactions from the local garrison, which was supposed to be formidable. "Why is no one coming out...? Do you think that the fortress is under attack?"

"I can reply to that question." Alcana exclaimed, the dragoness landing near them with a quiet flap of her huge wings as a portal closed behind her, the goddess wearing a golden helmet with a non-transparent visor hiding her eyes. Her hands were holding her battle-staff from earlier, but as Killer expected, it was much more than just a simple pole: now that she had drawn it out, it had lengthened, and transformed in a deadly halberd, with two twin axe blades made of crimson energy aiming out to the sides and a long spear blade completing the weapon. "An immense army of demons, Undead and monstrosities coming out of the Middle Sea has joined the Scavengers and forces of Fallen Angels in a wide-scale attack against the Wall. Everyone is heading there, Gabriel and the Garrison are already gone."

"Are Maria and her mother safe?" Killer urgently asked, turning to the goddess with impatience and anxiousness in his eyes, which only faded when the dragoness smiled and nodded, looking at him with love as she explained:

"I was fighting back the Reapers, and all of a sudden we just vanished from the spot and were teleported to Eaglenest. The whole town is there, now... safe. We heard your thoughts as we were transferred. We heard that you wanted to save us all."

Killer nodded silently, relieved and amazed by what he had done, pretty much not even knowing how... While Manticora unceremoniously asked: "How wide is the scale of that attack...?"

"Unprecedented. Pretty much total: they are advancing in never-before seen numbers, assaulting the whole length of the Wall at once." Alcana replied, and Killer and Manticora traded a worried gaze as he muttered:

"Schwerpunkt?"

"Yeah, it sounds like it... A mass attack to find the weak point where our lines can be breached. There must be a huge reserve uncommitted somewhere, ready to exploit the first breach they manage to open." The Seraphim replied, making a grimace of disgust as she added: "And we kind of don't have a maneuver reserve anymore, so there will be no way to respond. We should get there immediately."

Killer nodded, looking at the zebra as she easily flicked a finger to open a portal, before Alcana touched his arm gently, and he turned around to see her folding her huge wings with a smile, showing Wyvern resting on her back, as she reached up for the huge handle and drew the sword out to hand it to him.

"Passing through Eaglenest, I thought I could do something useful." She said softly, and Killer nodded with a smile, thanking her as they all walked towards the portal. But just as they were about to enter it, Manticora's eyes narrowed, and she pulled up her fist, signaling clearly that they had to stop, Alcana looking up at the sky with a snarl as she felt the same disturbance, her hands clenching into the halberd's long pole as Killer winced at the sight of the white vortex snapping apart and crumbling as ghostly chains shot out of it and wrapped around it, crushing it into shards of reality that fell and vanished into motes of energy. And at the same moment, the bell of earlier tolled again, even louder, making Killer wince as his mind pounded with agony, as if about to explode, even his regeneration hesitating and failing as his wounds pulsed with new, amplified pain, blood spurting out of each cut.

"They are back!" He snarled, and they fell into a triangular formation, back to back, looking out over their surroundings, senses as alert as they could be while the sound of the Great Reaper's bell clawed at their souls and tried to rip them out of their bodies.

The huge male snarled, struggling to keep his eyes open as blood tinged his vision crimson, Wyvern feeling much heavier than usual in his hands as he faced his sector, wincing when the bell threw his funeral lament once more, even as he made a rising gesture with two fingers, sending flames and magma exploding from the ground all around them, immediately burning tables and chairs into nothing but vapor and memories: they were only going to be an obstacle for them, not for enemies that could turn into ethereal projections at will.

Manticora glared around herself in rage and frustration and pain, her wounds throbbing painfully, her head heavy and filled with agony, but she was still able to feel the faint disturbance beneath her feet, preparing to move out even before Alcana shouted: "Below!"

They all leapt into the air without hesitation, sprinting in different directions as an ethereal Reaper shot out of the ground and swung his scythe out, turning solid only for a moment, but missing as they all leapt to safety, Alcana turning on her heel and roaring as she pulled the halberd up high over her head, swinging it down to smash one of the large axe blades into the ground, grinning savagely as crimson, fire-like energy flooded down her weapon and into the ground, before erupting upwards all around them, throwing ten or more reapers into the air, even as more dived down like hawks from the sky.

Manticora flapped her mighty wings with a snarl, kicking into the air and focusing holy energy into one hand, her fingers transforming into deadly, long talons of blazing white light as she clawed through an Ethereal reaper, making it gargle as its spirit was burned and ripped into shreds, the Seraphim turning on herself and swinging her Khukhri out in a wide slash as scythes were thrown towards her from all directions, knocking two flying backwards.

Killer charged in as well, snarling in fury as he slammed the thick flat of Wyvern into a scythe that swung viciously at his head, knocking the weapon flying against a nearby building, as he glared upwards at the reapers: they had mostly let go of their scythes, which were all too capable to attack and fight on their own, each weapon alive and sentient, while the cloaked ministers of death formed a circle around them... And Killer's eyes bulged as he saw them raising their hands to the sky before making a shoving gesture down at him, a massive bolt of lightning cracking down from the heavens to strike at him.

The huge male threw himself forwards, landing on his shoulder with a grunt, but the bolt easily followed him as the Reapers pointed their fingers down at him in accusation, and he could only swing Wyvern up to meet the massive discharge of electricity and death, roaring in rage and challenge as he sent his own energies flooding down the thick blade.

The impact was devastating, as the two forces clashed with an enormous explosion, Killer howling in agony as he was smashed downwards through the stone and into the ground, sinking in a deep crater as the front of his body was brutalized by the explosion, Wyvern threatening to fly out of his hands as it rattled in his fingers and overheated, electricity crackling down into him, but the blade continued to glow golden, his immense energies wrestling the Reaper's own power back.

Alcana looked over to the huge male in shock and horror, before turning back to the reapers with an howl of fury, her eyes becoming pits of crimson light as she lashed her hand up, streams of energy shooting out of her fingers and turning into hooked ropes that shot forth for the nearest cloaked monster they could get, sinking into the spirits like bullets as the goddess grinned viciously, pulling on the ropes to drag three reapers down from the sky, snarling: "Even you are not without emotions... and I can claw into any emotion I want!"

Scythes shot at her ferociously, one trying to sever the ropes, but only passing harmlessly through the coils that were crushing and ripping apart the reapers, as two more of the crescent-shaped blades shot towards the goddess like missiles, but Alcana only glared at one, and sent it crumbling into dust, the weapon giving a loud, hissing cry of agony before even the fragments vanished.

Manticora jumped in from the side, roaring as she swung her sword in a wide slash, sending the other scythe flying high into the sky before it could hit, as Alcana closed her fingers in a fist, the ropes tightening cruelly around the spirits and ripping them into shreds that dissolved quickly, while the zebra flapped her mighty wings and shot towards Killer, as scythes assaulted him from all directions.

Killer roared as he saw the cruel blades swinging towards him, his muscles bulging explosively as he wrestled with all his strength to force Wyvern up against the bolt that menaced to pulverize him, and his eyes flashed with rage and power, flames and incandescent magma erupting in a tower around him, forming an impenetrable bastion and melting one of the scythes as it tried to pass inside, the liger grinning in merciless satisfaction as he heard the cry of the sentient weapon.

Manticora shot upwards into the air as she saw the flames, circling around the tower of fire quickly as she focused holy energy into her hand, before she flipped in midair and made a shoving gesture with her hand, firing a blast of white light down to meet Killer's fire.

The holy energy washed down over the remaining scythes, burning them into ashes and black goo, before the Seraphim threw herself backwards to avoid a Reaper charging at her as Killer, from beneath, roared again, flexing his huge body and forcing up with all of his fearsome strength, sinking Wyvern forwards into the bolt of lightning, sending his energies blasting up through the weapon as he pushed up to his feet, snarling as his muscles bulged explosively, blood leaking from a few rips opening in his own skin, as if his musculature was too much for even his body to contain, and he grinned, gritting his fangs in victory as he swung Wyvern violently out in a circle.

The bolt dissolved into motes of energy that quickly fell apart, while Killer's own immense energy washed forth in a huge, blazing beam, that shot into the sky, the huge male slashing it through the ranks of the Reapers... and grinning wider as he saw the ethereal beings fading into existence as they spasmed and trembled with the violence of the bolts of energy shaking their spirits and bodies.

"Now let's see how resistant you are!" Killer roared, even as the bell continued to toll, making his head pound painfully: his wings ripped out of his broad, potent back, and they propelled him high up into the air with a single, mighty flap as he pulled back Wyvern for the strike, the other hand closed in a huge, powerful fist, as Manticora shot up at his right side, grinning savagely, while Alcana took position at his left, the goddess lashing out with a arm and sending ropes of energy piercing through the cloaked form of a reaper, dragging him forwards through the air with an effortless pull.

The reaper howled in pain, the ropes ending in sharp, cruel hooks that bit into his body and spirit at the same time, but it only shrieked even louder as he was dragged through the air and straight towards Killer, the huge male grinning as he punched hard, eagerly into the cloaked monstrosity.

His fist smashed effortlessly through the creature, from side to side, sending blood exploding out in both directions, the loud crack of bones snapped and crumbled like breadsticks echoing in the air, as the ragged hood of the black cloak fell backwards out of the way. It left Killer staring in amazement for a brief moment, as the image of the bare skeleton faded away, out of existence, revealing the real shape of the Reaper: this one was an horse, with youthful features, even if now they were twisted in a death howl, his eyes rolled up in his head and opened wide, as Killer made a grimace and swung his arm outward, sending the corpse flying off his slick, bloodsoaked forearm.

It hit the floor with a meaty thud before vanishing entirely, Killer shaking the unexpected image out of his mind as he flapped his mighty, enormous weapons and shot upwards into the line of reapers, dropping his shoulder with a grin and ramming into one of them like a meteor, his deadly bone spikes ripping through the creature's chest and ripping its body apart when he shoved his palm into the abdomen, breaking the reaper in half with a splatter of blood, coils of intestine flopping out of the devastated body.

Another reaper pointed his hands at these immediately, puppeting the long coils of warm gut and sending them wrapping tightly around Killer's body. the huge liger snorting contemptuously as he ripped them apart with an easy flex of his massive musculature, slapping his enormous wing into the reaper and chopping him in half at the waist, the feathers of his wing sharper and deadlier than swords.

He shot up higher into the air, three reapers facing him and holding their arms up to send daggers of black energy shooting down against him, but Killer grinned gamely, barreling through the barrage as the dark blades barely managed to scratch him, his eyes glowing ferociously with sapphire light as he swung Wyvern out in a wide cut, blood and shreds of cloaks raining down to the ground as the blade bit through all three, chopping flesh, muscle, and bone, cutting through them like they were made of butter, as Killer grinned and slammed the thick flat of his sword down into a fourth Reaper, crushing its head in a splatter of gore and sending the body shooting down to smash like a meteor in the ground below.

Alcana's eyes glowed red as she swung her halberd in a vicious upwards swing, the blade finding its way between the legs of a reaper and cutting through the torso from bottom to top, cutting the creature in half down the middle, before the goddess flicked her finger as a Reaper shot a bolt of lightning at her, sending the electricity arcing away from her and into another cloaked monster, making its back arch as it howled in agony. Her halberd slashed backwards, the cruel axe blade tearing the chest of the reaper open with a splatter of blood, before she made a downwards shoving gesture with her free hand, and a tremendous force crushed the reapers around her off the sky and into the ground beneath, the earth revolting and cratering as her godlike force squished the reapers into ugly stains of blood and gore.

Manticora elegantly leapt past a reaper as it swung its scythe at her, flipping in midair with an easy flap of her six white, blazing wings, kicking a single foot out to rap her golden hoof into the cloaked monster's head, grinning at the sick, wet crack that resounded in the air, feeling blood splattering up on her thigh even as she twisted around and fired a short burst of large caliber rounds from her gunblade, the rounds smashing into the face of another monster, down under the ragged hood that hid the reaper's features, as the female flapped her wings hard, swinging them backwards to rip them through an enemy attacking her from behind, the contact with her blazing wings setting the cloak of the monster on fire as he was charred and burned into ashes by holy energy.

Reapers tried to bind her with their ghostly chains, but Manticora easily twisted out of the way, folding her wings and letting herself fall down towards the ground like a rock, aiming her sword upwards and firing bullet after bullet into the cloaked creatures, blowing enormous holes in their bodies, blood splattering up from them as the heavy rounds ripped their way through them, while the zebra spread her wings a moment before touching the ground, throwing herself back up in the air with a single, mighty flap, grinning widely as she lashed her fist out and smashed it into the hood of a monster, crumbling its head like it was a biscuit as she shot high above the battle, looking out for targets...

And suddenly, the funereal bell tolled again, louder than ever before, the few remaining reapers regrouping around a black rift which ripped a hole into the fabric of reality, letting in what was, unmistakably, the Great Reaper.

Killer glared at this even as blood leaked from his ears and nostrils, his regeneration unable to heal his wounds as they pounded painfully, his soul visible as a ghostly outline around his body, trembling and dragged forcefully out even as it struggled to stay in its place... and the huge male panted as his eyes traced over the huge body of the newcomer. It was more than thirty feet tall and completely wrapped up in body armor made of bone plates, with gaping skulls covering his knees and with a large dragon's skull on the middle of the chest, the fangs of the reptile open wide, the empty eye sockets seeming to glare at Killer. Spiked pauldrons also made of bone covered the monster's shoulders, and his head was the skull of a shark, the mouth lined with multiple rows of terrible, blade-like fangs, under the glow of not two but four empty eye sockets burning with crimson light, two mighty ram horns twisting out from the sides of his head.

A ragged, torn black cloak flapped behind him in the air, hanging from two clasps on the shoulders, even as two skeletal wings stretched out through two slits torn in the fabric. Three large bells floated in the air around him, while he held a massive scythe of bone in one hand and a large hourglass in the other, raising this high in front of himself as he sentenced coldly: "Your time has come."

"I wouldn't bet a fucking penny on it, dude." Manticora spat, grinning gamely as she wiped away the blood leaking from her nose with the back of her fist, Alcana easily floating at her side and holding her halberd with both hands, as Killer shouldered the massive blade of Wyvern and looked at the Great Reaper coldly.

"Come and get us then, Skinny."

"No need to. You will come to me instead." The Great Reaper icily observed, pulling the hourglass slowly up and gritting his shark fangs in a terrible grin as Killer tensed, eyes narrowing as he felt the energies in the air changing, losing the awareness of time as was suddenly dragged through the air, snarling and shoving against the invisible force that was moving him, but unable to do anything, until he realized with shock that he was moving back in time and space, soon finding himself near the Great Reaper, frozen stupidly in mid-slash, back in the position he had been earlier on during the fight, glaring upwards at the giant Reaper as it slowly rose its scythe high, the bells tolling once more and making Killer scream in agony as his insides began to burn and spasm as his soul was ripped forcefully out of him.

Alcana and Manticora were screaming, but Killer could not hear them, his vision fading into darkness and crimson as he tried to look towards them, seeing the two females smashing their way through the ranks of the last few Reapers left... before his eyes looked back upwards, seeing the scythe of the Great Reaper rushing down towards his neck.

Stop pulling your punches, idiot! You've teleported a whole town without a blink, now move your own lazy ass! Black Killer snarled in his mind, Killer wincing as he saw the huge black male glaring at him with contempt, before he closed his eyes and focused...

And suddenly, time returned to flow normally around him as he vanished from his prison in time and space and flashed back in existence behind the Great Reaper, seizing the handle of Wyvern in both of his hands and shoving forwards with a roar, even as the gigantic monster turned backwards in shock... One of the bells, however, dropped down in front of Wyvern, Killer snarling in rage as the sword smashed into this, cutting through the thick metal, shattering the tongue and then cutting through the other wall, piercing the bell from side to side and sending up a loud, horribly out of pitch last note before the liger slashed his weapon upwards with a snarl, cutting the bell in half and immediately swinging Wyvern back down towards the skull of the giant monster...

But the Great Reaper had enough time to turn around, his jaws opening and Killer's eyes bulging as a snake-like tongue made of sharp bone sections ending in an harpoon-like tip shot viciously at him, the liger slashing Wyvern into this and flapping his mighty, enormous wings to shot backwards and up into the air, out of the way, as the monstrous tongue-weapon was knocked back, several bone sections crumbling and the tip of it falling towards the ground... only for a new harpoon tip to reform immediately after as the Reaper's crimson eyes flashed with rage, sending a blast of terrible force slamming into Killer's chest, knocking the wind out of his lungs as the two bells left tolled again.

"Your soul is mine, Lord Killer." The Great Reaper announced coldly, turning on his heel and slashing his enormous scythe out in a wide swath, Killer snarling as he flipped in midair, arching his back over the blade and landing on the flat of it, slamming his foot down into the weapon and knocking it downwards as he slashed Wyvern at the Great Reaper's neck, grinning as the thick, huge blade smashed the vertebrae of the creature and sent the shark skull flying into the air.

The Great Reaper only laughed, however, the severed head throwing its jaws wide open and firing off again the vicious, segmented, blade-like tongue, which wrapped around Wyvern's blade and yanked on it savagely, Killer glaring at this in rage and shock, before the headless body pulled the hourglass up again, freezing Killer in place as his body slowed down to almost complete stillness, only his eyes moving at normal speed and seeing the world around him moving like a video on fast-forwards.

Before he could react, Wyvern was ripped out of his frozen hand, as a dozen reapers appeared all around him, swinging their scythes into his body from all directions, blood exploding from the horrible wounds as Killer howled in agony and arched his back... without actually doing it, as his body barely even moved, frozen in a bubble of still time, as the Reapers wrestled to rip their weapons free of his body, his soul hooked into all of the blades and being dragged out with them...

Killer closed his eyes with a snarl of indescribable pain, but somehow managed to concentrate enough to vanish from the spot, freeing himself again from his prison and reappearing with a panting snarl near the floating Great Reaper's head, lashing his huge fist forwards into it, even as the confused Reapers swarmed over to finish their job, and Killer saw with shock that the hourglass had already been turned again, the malignant device glowing with energy as he was slowed down again...

Manticora snarled in fury, grabbing the neck of the scythe that a Reaper had pierced into her powerful abdominals, the muscular female pulling the blade out of her body and pumping holy energy down into the weapon, roaring in vicious vengeance and victory as the Reaper in front of her was burned into ashes and blown away into the wind, the Seraphim shooting forwards with a flap of her wings, eyes fixed on Killer even as the remaining cloaked monsters formed a wall in front of her, trying to stop her charge.

She dropped her mighty shoulder forwards, howling in rage as she smashed into the group, bones loudly snapping like twigs as blood splattered up onto her body and features, making her grin savagely as four of the reapers flopped down bonelessly through the air, vanishing quickly into black smoke as they fell, the muscular female stabbing her sword right into the face of another as it became solid to strike at her, her free hand grabbing his scythe and ripping it out of his hand, swinging it outwards in a wide cut that chopped in half the rest of the group.

The Seraphim flew forwards with a snarl, aiming her gunblade at the hourglass, even as her eyes looked up to Killer, frozen once more even as he visibly struggled even against Time itself, reality trembling around him... and she gritted her teeth, pulling the trigger and blast round after round towards the beautiful and wicked clock of sand and glass.

A Reaper immediately appeared in front of the hourglass, hands held out in front of himself as he put up a barrier of energy, the large caliber shells of Manticora's gun slamming into this again and again, knocking the monster backwards, sending cracks spreading into the barrier like it was armored glass, the Seraphim readying her fist even as she snarled: "Come on!", her thumb pushing the selector on full-auto mode, her finger squeezing the trigger so hard that it crumpled the steel as she emptied the clips.

The barrier finally shattered into shards, exploding like glass and sending sharp daggers of energy blasting inwards, pelting the Reaper along with the few bullets that made it through, and the Seraphim charged through the breach, lashing her fist forwards into the Reaper and breaking him in half like he was made of chalk, before she winced as energy blasted in a shockwave from the hourglass and slammed into her, the female grunting in shock and pain as she was sent crashing into a roof below, her back ramming into the tiles and smashing a thick wooden beam in half as she painfully landed into the attic, throwing her strong arms up in defence as a large portion of the roof collapsed onto her.

Alcana took over immediately, however, her eyes glowing crimson as the remaining Reapers charged at her, the goddess making a slapping motion to the side and invisible emotional claws tearing into the monster's spirits, ripping them apart from the inside, their innards exploding out of horrendous gashes in their chests and abdomens as they exploded in sick splatters of gore.

The Great Reaper's headless body turned around to face her, the dragon skull in the chest of the giant monster blasting forth a beam of terrible black flames which shot like a laser into the town beneath, burning houses into ashes and drawing a line of destruction and misery through the once-beautiful blocks and quiet streets as Alcana flapped her wings and twisted her body, rolling on her side to take a wide deviation to the right, the Great Reaper's body turning to follow her movements, but the goddess too quick as she gracefully tilted to the left and flew right under the black beam, hiding under it as she shot right for the target, before she shot upwards between the legs of the giant skeleton, opening her jaws wide as fire surged up her throat.

The Great Reaper reacted, but too late, too slow: its huge scythe swung down in a vicious slash, but Alcana folded her mighty wings with a flap that threw her high up over the blade, as she breathed her own fire. The fire of a dragoness. The fire of a Goddess.

It shot through the Great Reaper's chest like a laser, melting down the armor and the skeleton and the dragon skull like they were made of ice, fire bursting across the thirty-foot tall monstrosity from side to side, as Alcana grabbed the pole of her halberd with both hands and smashed this hard into the hourglass, grinning as she shattered it into shards of glass and a cloud of sand that was quickly blown away by the wind.

The Great Reaper howled in fury and outrage at that, segmented tentacles of sharp, blade-like bone firing off of its wrists and shooting right through the Goddess's wings, making Alcana groan in pain, blood streaking down her scales even as she chopped two tentacles in half with a blow of her cruel weapon, more tentacles surging towards her, the Great Reaper somehow unfazed by the fact that most of its chest and abdomen had been blown into vapor and smoke, as his funereal bells gave another loud, excruciating toll that made Alcana shiver in agony, her energies dropping quickly and her arms almost failing her...

Before Manticora smashed her way out of the ruins of the roof and shot into the air with a mighty blow of her six wings, holy energy focused into her hand, sword at the ready in the other as she made a shoving gesture, sending a beam of white light washing forwards in a violent rush. It washed over the side of the Great Reaper's body as it failed to move out of the way quickly enough, its left arm burning and dissolving in a puff of smoke as Alcana threw herself to the side, so that the tentacles strangling her were caught in the beam of holy force and disintegrated, freeing her.

Killer ripped free of his prison in time, his eyes glowing sapphire as he glared at the scythes pierced through his body, snarling and flexing powerfully, muscles bulging explosively and power surging through his veins as his hair floated around his head, even in total absence of wind, the huge male gritting his fangs as he arched his back and then slammed his fists together, the flex of his musculature bending the steel of the scythes and shoving them out of his body, his energies burning the weapons into vapor and dark smoke as his wounds immediately began to heal, the huge male holding out a hand which glowed with golden, burning energy, and Wyvern vibrated in the hold of the bone tentacle, before ripping free and flying back to her owner's fingers as bone fragments rained down through the sky.

As soon as it touched his fingers, the blade glowed with his energies, as if to tell him that she was glad to be back where she belonged, and the runes of the size-shifting spell Diana had carved into the spine of the blade glowed crimson, Wyvern expanding its sizes to adjust to his new height and bulk and power, Killer reaching up over his shoulder and leaning the flat of the blade against his back, his energies keeping the sword locked in place even as Killer dropped his hands to his sides, grinning and walking towards his enemy.

The head of the Great Reaper glared at him with its empty, glowing sockets, sending a blast of force slamming into his chest, but Killer barely felt it as he strode forwards slowly, cracking his knuckles and glaring at the large, floating skull, before it opened its terrible jaws and shot out another deadly-sharp appendage made of bone.

It shot forwards for Killer's heart, but the huge male liger only snorted in contempt this time as he easily caught the tentacle in his hand, the appendage writhing powerlessly in his hold as the hard bone cracked and crumbled quickly into dust when Killer pulled on it with his monstrous strength and ripped the disgusting mutant tongue out of the Great Reaper's mouth.

"You have seriously annoyed me." Killer said coldly, his eyes glowing with power and rage as he threw the useless bone-tentacle off to the side, his body expanding in height and power, his musculature growing even more impressive, biceps bulging explosively as he more than doubled in size, towering over forty feet tall now and radiating fearsome, unstoppable physical power as he advanced slowly, inexorably towards the floating skull. His pants ripped into shreds, the male naked and growing slowly but majestically, energy burning out of him like out of a supernova, his muscles bulging with fearsome physical power, his flaccid cock immense and proud, hanging heavily down and speaking of strength, of virility, of challenge.

"It is... still alive. Even after we ripped it into pieces." Manticora mumbled in shock, glaring towards the skull and then turning towards the remains of the devastated, huge body of the Great Reaper, her eyes widening as she realized that it could probably still fight on as well, and she turned to Alcana, the goddess nodding grimly and readying her halberd .

The Great Reaper's body turned in midair, reduced to nothing but a couple of legs and remains of only half of the torso, a single arm left, but the skeletal hand still wrapped tightly on the pole of the enormous scythe: the chest and abdomen had been annihilated, but still the monster fought on, unfazed, the two females charging forwards as it turned and swung its scythe against Killer.

The huge male simply walked onwards, the blade slashing into his chest but bouncing backwards, bent out of shape, as the skull gaped and shook in denial, screaming: "This is not possible!"

Killer only grinned at this, seizing the pole of the scythe and ripping it out of the Great Reaper's hand, before he easily bent the long staff into a pretzel, throwing it down to the ground below, his eyes flashing with power and with the exhilaration of triumph, flexing his muscles lightly and licking his lips as he said teasingly: "You like tentacles, huh...? Well, me too."

Three enormous black-fleshed tentacles surged out of Killer's broad shoulders, between the roots of his immense, powerful wings. They arced in the air, high above his head, before shooting forwards, each one ending in a massive flared cockhead as they wrapped around the Reaper's legs and arm, squeezing into the limbs savagely and crumbling the armor-like bone into dust with loud, echoing cracks, before Killer laughed as he whiplashed his tentacles out to opposite sides, ripping the legs off and throwing them easily away, the arm completely ensnared in the vicious hold of another tentacle-cock and crushed until it exploded in a puff of dust.

"It's over, Skinny." Killer teased, grinning widely and nearly fifty feet tall as his huge hand wrapped around the now-small skull of the Great Reaper, the monster screaming in denial before the liger's huge bicep tensed lightly, and a loud crack resounded through the sky, white dust raining down between the god's fingers.

"We need to leave nothing of him behind!" Alcana warned urgently, shouting towards Killer as she and Manticora flew up to his face, the zebra swallowing a bit as she looked over his immense body in awe, feeling his energy burn into the air like she was flying a meter away from the Sun's surface. It was almost physically unbearable, such was the force radiating off him. "He will return again and again if there's anything left from which he can regenerate!"

"You cannot kill Death." The Great Reaper's voice laughed, and Manticora made a grimace as dust and fragments of bone floated up from beneath them, swirling up in a cloud that rapidly took on the shape of a body, of a scythe, of an hourglass, as the laughter grew louder.

"It does not matter. We will crumble him down again, in smaller pieces." Manticora snarled, readying her Khukhri sword, before Killer shook his head slowly and looked from her to Alcana, saying calmly:

"Leave him to me. It'll be quick."

"Arrogance will be your ruin, Lord Killer." The Great Reaper said, as his regeneration completed, his shark fangs gritted in a wide, ferocious grin. "You can kill me again, if you want. And again and again. But Death does not die. We are shadows and dust... and we can't be destroyed. I'll return, again and again... and eventually, I'll win."

Killer snorted at this, grinning widely as he shook his head slowly. "You might be ancient and wise, Reaper, but this time you are wrong. And I'll show you just how far you are off the mark."

"Come on then, Lord Killer." The Great Reaper coldly said, slowly turning his hourglass in his hand, the sand flowing quickly down it. "The time is rapidly running out."

Killer snorted, flapping his immense wings once and shooting forwards at incredible speed, as Manticora covered her face with her arms, grunting in shock and peeking past her wrist to see the gigantic male moving with grace and speed, the Great Reaper stumbling backwards in surprise even as it held the hourglass out to capture Killer in a time-prison.

Manticora glanced at this in horror, before looking towards Alcana with a question in her eyes, and the goddess turned towards her with a sly grin, saying softly: "Do not worry, you have no reason to. Just enjoy the show."

Killer felt the fabric of reality tightening around himself once more, as time slowed down in a bubble around him, compressing him and imprisoning... but he grinned, knowing full well that this time it would not work, as he leaned against the prison of time and flexed lightly, smashing through it effortlessly as reality trembled around him, the huge male shooting forwards at the speed of light, his huge, powerful body ramming into the Great Reaper before the monster could even notice anything at all, the armored skeleton bursting into a cloud of dust as Killer's hard, powerful body smashed through it.

"Death one, bitch!" Killer laughed, his eyes glowing with obscene power, the huge male feeling capable of any and all feats of strength, as he let some of the leash he kept on himself go, giving himself some freedom, his height expanding to over sixty feet of height as he licked his lips in delight, loving the feeling of power, loving the infinite possibilities he felt he had, loving the superiority it gave him over the whole world around him as he lazily turned around and blew into the cloud of bone dust. "Come on, Skinny, I'm not known for my patience. Get it moving!"

"Oh, my god..." Manticora breathed, grinning widely as she looked over the scene, seeing the huge god lazily waiting for the Great Reaper to regenerate itself, as Alcana wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her closer, saying quietly:

"Isn't it glorious...?"

The Seraphim nodded, staring as the Great Reaper reformed in midair, its skeleton-wings flapping once as it looked out towards Killer with evident fear and confusion, the huge male liger looming over him now, huge and immensely powerful.

"I bet you have no idea of what just happened." Killer said teasingly, grinning down at the Great Reaper with merciless amusement, as the nameless creature took a ready position, scythe held up in front of himself, looking shocked and glaring up at the huge liger in confusion and fear.

"Don't worry, I'll make Death two slower, so you can understand it." The god announced, before he easily grabbed the Great Reaper in his hands, and squeezed lightly, almost playfully, bones cracking loudly as the Reaper howled in pain and struggled uselessly against his terrifying strength, the glow in his eyes fading as he stared upwards to Killer in shock and agony, until the liger squeezed a little bit harder, and his spine snapped like a twig, with a loud crack followed by a crumbling noise that was like someone chewing on ice cubes.

"Death two."

Death three was just as fast, Killer barely letting the Great Reaper regenerate before he ripped him in half at the waist, only to grab him by the head to slam him into the ground again and again when he pieced himself back together once more. Then Killer crushed the Reaper underfoot, squishing the monster like an ant, before he killed the monster again, coiling his tentacle-cocks around him and crushing him into dust...

"You see your error number one, bitch...?" Killer asked teasingly, grinning widely as the Great Reaper regenerated once more, charging at the huge liger only to be slapped across the air, crashing down into a building and smashing trough the roof and down three floors, only for Killer to appear from thin air atop him, one foot already settled on the Reaper's face. "You are way too weak to worry me. Even if you continued to come for me forever, I'd kill you again and again and again, without any effort. I actually quite like this... I might decide to keep you as an executive toy."

The huge male laughed, grinning viciously as he let his weight press down over the Reaper's face, listening with pleasure to the loud cracks and the screaming of the writhing monster, before he easily squished the head like an overripe fruit, twisting his foot slowly on the spot to grind even the small fragments into the finest of powder.

"You are just lucky that I do not have time to waste..." Killer said calmly, grinning as he looked over the cloud of dust surging up from the ground and taking once more the shape of the Great Reaper, the skeleton panting and looking terrified now, as it backstepped slowly, holding up his scythe in a pathetic attempt of protecting himself, as he snarled:

"You are lying. You are lying! You can't be this powerful!"

"True. I'm actually much more powerful than this." Killer replied easily, before he held his hand up, black flames surging in his palm and reality trembling around them as the liger aimed his open palm at the Great Reaper, announcing easily: "And you are in error. Because I know I can terminate you, once and for all."

"Impossible...!" The Great Reaper shrieked, but his voice was broken and terrified, his eyes fixed on Killer's huge hand as the god smirked and then sent his dark, destructive fire washing forth from his palm, smashing into the reaper like a violent flood, the skeleton shrieking and writhing as it was slammed backwards into an house and quickly consumed, bones and armor melting and dissolving entirely, consumed by the black flames, as the scream turned in a death gargle, then into complete silence, as Killer closed his hand into a fist and the flames were immediately snuffed out, leaving no remains, no ashes, no dust, leaving no sign at all of the Great Reaper's existence.

"This time it is gone forever." Alcana said softly, smiling a bit as she and Manticora settled easily on their feet with a soft flap of their wings, the two females walking up to Killer's feet as he loomed over them at his over sixty feet of height, his body a bastion of strength., glowing with his incredible energy.

"He won't come back for sure." The huge male said, his voice rumbling like thunder with his current sizes... before he closed his eyes with a soft sigh, concentrating for a few moments and beginning to quickly lose height and bulk, returning to his already imposing normal height, rolling his shoulders a bit as his eyes opened, no longer glowing, his expression again visible as he looked down with a frown seeing that he was naked. He easily solved this, creating a couple of black boxers and ragged jeans of the same color from nothing but thin air, the clothes wrapping tightly over his body and over his enormous flaccid shaft, still very much visible with how it bulged out whatever he wore, and he snorted a bit, glaring to the two females as they looked at him with amusement, before he asked to Alcana: "Can you bring us to Vesta? I think I could teleport us all to her, but I'm not yet very good at perceiving energies over the long distance, so I cannot locate her."

"Sure, Killer." The Goddess replied with a smile, before Manticora nudged him lightly and he looked at her curiously as she pointed a finger at her ragged, torn and bloodied tank-top and pants, asking quietly:

"Think you can do something for this...? Hoping for a peaceful leave and leaving my armor home was not very smart."

"I can try..." Killer replied gently, looking at her and thinking of her armor, left at Eaglenest: he could not fetch things from the fortress, since it was intensely shielded and protected by the magic of the Metatrons, and nothing could go in or out of the monastery without them allowing the move, but he was pretty sure he could create an identical armor set nearly as easily as he could create pants for himself.

Which was quite scary, since Manticora's armor was made of nearly-indestructible Godblood, a metal with an atomic structure incredibly tight and complex giving it unmatched resistance to any form of damage: he was horrible at chemistry, and he had no idea of the atomic structure of any material he was creating. Yet, with just a simple thought, he could change reality and build things from nothing but thin air. A feat of power that was nothing short of spectacular, and rare: most Gods could not boast anything comparable.

Alcana looked at this with interest, as Killer looked down at Manticora and focused his energies on her, the zebra standing without fear in front of him and only smiling when she felt his force in the air, wrapping around her body, dissolving her ripped clothes and replacing them with the golden glow of his energy, before the shapes solidified in solid, perfect armor.

"Perfect." Manticora cheerfully said, tapping a finger against the thick, shaped plate of her chest plate, the Godblood warm and energized, filled of his essence, as it wrapped tightly over her huge breasts. "Better than the original, even... I can feel... you, in it."

Killer smiled at this, looking softly down at her for a moment, Alcana looking envious but smirking a bit nonetheless, impressed and delighted with the huge male's strength and capabilities, even as she half-wished for her own armor to have been damaged in the fight, so she could ask for him to give her another, filled with his delicious, virile essence...

But Killer urged them on, trading a gaze with Manticora as his hand reached up for Wyvern's handle, squeezing onto the sword lightly as he said seriously: "Let's move, we've lost too much time already as it is."

Alcana and Manticora both nodded, as Killer and the zebra walked to the opposite sides of the goddess and leaned their hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly and keeping the contact as the dragoness looked to the sky for a moment, scanning the energies in the air to localize Vesta's... And then she announced that she had the bearing, and they vanished from the spot.

They reappeared almost at the very same instant, many miles away, on what Killer recognized being the top of The Gates, the fortress that protected the entrance to Heaven, the place where he had fought against the Metatrons, on his very first day in Paradise.

Nearby, past a group of angels in tight tactical body armour and carrying heavy modified assault rifles, was one of the armoured, powerfully armed monorail trails that were used to patrol the railway going straight across the wastlelands and over the Middle Sea, all the way to Orion.

They were, technically, on the flat, yard-like top of the large fortress, and in the middle of it Killer could see the huge opening through which the trains were lowered, thanks to huge robotic arms, down on the single track. Inside the fortress there was a rotary hangar, Killer had learned, which contained several different trains, from the small civilian transport he had traveled upon to several models of fighting platforms jutting with guns and missiles. The rotary rack moved to bring the selected train to the surface, and the robotic arms lifted the machine up and put it down on the track below.

It was the only way in and out, and it all happened under the guard of the angels on the enormous towers and bastions, all heavily armed with massive ballista and catapults and much more modern weaponry, from Gatling guns to hyper-velocity railguns.

The Wall was not just about towers and hundreds-of-feet-tall fortified fences, though: even more importantly, it was about the magic barriers imposed on the whole area by the Gods and Metatrons, so many Eons before: there was no way to portal into Heaven from outside the Wall, and no way to even try and fly above it, as a powerful, invisible barrier of energy would fry anyone stupid enough to try. Such a barrier also helped in making the Wall a formidable stronghold, easy to defend: most spells or physical weapons, be them darts or bullets or artillery shells, would all be burned into nothing but vapor impacting into the barrier. Few attacks, only the most powerful ones, would be able to shoot through... and they would lose a massive amount of energy in so doing, hitting their intended target with force that normally proved too depleted to cause any significant damage.

The Wall was a fortification line designed and built using all the possible tricks, exploiting each and every advantage that Heaven could get from being on its home turf: the Purity in the air fueled the special magic barriers, kept them energized, repaired them when they were damaged.

The flat prairies of the First Sky meant that the soldiers on top of the Wall and on top of its bastions had a clear view for countless miles in all directions.

Each bastion was a self-sufficient fortress, built several hundred feet ahead of the Wall itself, and at regular distances, calculated so to suit the useful firing range of the big guns on top: each tower could give fire support to the next in line, and even if the enemy reached the bottom of the wall, the angels on the bastions could still hit them easily and mercilessly from above, firing into their backs.

It meant, in other words, that they had a formidable line of defence to trust in, one that was considered unassailable from since it had been built, and one that had never been violated since the Night of Times: never had Hell's forces managed to even just get close.

But they had never tried as hard as they now were trying.

Killer looked around himself in awe: angels ran back and forth, heavily armed and all wearing their full armor. Above them, high in the sky, dozens of dragons circled slowly, almost lazily, each led by a Seraphim or Arkangel, some also carrying one or two additional soldiers armed with huge spears or large, powerful longbows.

Killer looked up at these with interest, as it was the first time he saw the famed Crusaders, the best of the best that Heaven could bring to the battle: Seraphims and Arkangels with millions of years of battle experience, trained in the art of war and killing for every moment of their lives, riding immense, ancient and powerful creatures that they had hunted and tamed personally.

Many of the dragons were golden scaled, but Killer spotted some which were entirely black, and a few that mixed the two colors. All were enormous and powerful, mighty muscles flexing sinuously under the thick, smooth scales, each beast easily fifty or more feet tall at the shoulder, with some even larger. They had slender bodies, almost feline in their elegance and strength, but they had long, reptilian tails lined on the top with rows of vicious, cruel bone spikes, which also formed into spiked maces or harpoon blades at the tip of the tail, and their huge paws ended in three large talons, deadly sharp and harder than steel. Just behind the shoulder, the muscular roots of their huge wings flexed and bulged with each majestic flap, and long necks, lined on the back with bone-spikes, ended with elegant, long muzzles, the dragons' eyes cunning and soulful, filled with pride.

It was enough to look at them for a moment to understand why the Crusaders were so feared and powerful: the mounts were true powerhouse, bursting with strength and not without astuteness and killing instinct, and that was before considering that the knights riding the dragons were the best warriors, selected among the best forces Heaven could field.

The crusaders were few, but each of them was an army in its own right.

Killer looked over the mighty knights with amazement and envy, thinking of what it would have been like to ride a dragon in battle, before he narrowed his eyes and looked up with even greater attention, trying to spot Ira among the ranks, even though the distance and the bright sunlight shining above made it hard to see much of anything.

Manticora gazed upwards briefly, but she had seen the Crusaders too many times to be particularly impressed, and she instead glared in direction of a group of fully armored Paladins marching ahead of a couple of Metatrons, the two ministers of Heaven looking around themselves with something like distaste, as if they were in disagreement with mostly everything that was being done to prepare for battle. Killer noticed this too, looking at the Metatrons coldly and feeling, not for the first time, a big wish to strangle them with their own flying scrolls... But even before Alcana's hand gently seized his shoulder, giving it a quiet squeeze, he reminded himself that they were in more than enough trouble without going seeking even more problems.

He turned to look ahead instead, his attention caught by a series of tall poles from which huge flags danced lazily in the cool breeze, catching sight of Vesta's insignia among them: the Seraphim's Cross in the middle of it, in red, with a rampant golden lion on the right and a unicorn on the left.

He figured that the flags, in Heaven just like back on the Mortal Plane, signaled the presence of commanders and sovereigns, and so he was unsurprised when, looking down, he spotted the queen, accompanied by Gabriel.

Vesta spotted them at the same moment, waving a hand to them to call them forwards, and Killer traded a gaze with Manticora and Alcana before they navigated their way through the crowded yard, angels running by the whole time as battalions were readied for battle and the huge weapons mounted on the bastions were prepared.

"Events, events, events." Vesta observed calmly when Killer reached her, the queen smiling at him and Manticora with affection before saying quietly: "It just seems like you two can't get a leave. As soon as you are gone, the world catches fire."

"That seems to be the general trend." Killer muttered, sneaking a gaze up to Gabriel's fully hidden face, the completely enclosed helmet and the Arkangel's silence admittedly unnerving the huge male, even if the four-winged giant didn't radiate any kind of hostility, but rather quite some relief in having more valid warriors on the line of fire.

"We've had to evacuate Restford: we were attacked by Reapers. I think you want to know this one." Manticora announced urgently, and Vesta's eyes bulged open in surprise for a moment, before she frowned deeply instead, making a grimace as she cursed under her breath. Gabriel did not show any shock, but he shifted on his feet a bit, and that was, in itself, pretty much shocking, coming from his imperturbable self.

"Reapers." Vesta spat, gritting her fangs in rage and frustration as she turned towards Gabriel and asked: "Now we should expect to be attacked by Reapers, too? What game is Thanatos playing? Has he completely lost it...?"

"I really don't know." Gabriel replied calmly, not expanding on the matter, even though he was no doubt thinking of the implications of the latest, unpleasant development. Vesta looked at him flatly for a moment, then rolled her eyes upwards and turned back to Killer, looking into his eyes as she asked:

"Were you the one who evacuated the town, or was it Alcana? Only a God could have been able to bring the people out of town so quickly. With conventional methods, it would take an army hours, or days, to drive a terrified population out of a town like Restford."

Alcana did not intervene, smiling warmly as she looked to the side, gazing at the huge male with proud affection as Killer nodded a bit and said: "I teleported them all to Eaglenest, since things were getting nasty with the Reapers and with the Great Reaper leading them." He paused briefly, looking down at the ground for a moment before he admitted: "Do not ask me how I did it, though: I don't really know."

"Fantastic. You are progressing in leaps and bounds." Vesta commented, grinning and hugging him tightly, before she leaned her chin over his shoulder and muttered: "But a Great Reaper and his army turning against us... well, that's a very unwelcome new event."

"Do we really think that Thanatos is an enemy...? He... I don't like him, but he can't be doing this, right...?" Alcana asked hesitatingly, looking at the blade of her halberd without really seeing it. "Perhaps it was just the betrayal of one of the Reapers' Legions and Thanatos does not have a role in this."

"That's what we have to hope for." Vesta replied easily, letting go of Killer and straightening to look firmly over to the goddess, her expression serious and focused. "Counting the God of Death and its Reapers among our enemies is the last thing I want. But the reality is that I don't know what the correct answer is, and I unfortunately have far less difficulties than I'd like to have in thinking of Thanatos as an enemy. He did not hesitate when he stabbed Azura in the back to take her place, did he...?"

Alcana dropped her head forwards, looking worried, and Killer looked nervously off to the side, unnerved by how he had to agree totally with Vesta's bitter assessment of the situation, and hating the implications.

"That is a grave accusation to move, Vesta. We have no real elements to think that Thanatos ordered the attack in Restford... and we should just push this argument to the right for now, as we are more than busy enough for the moment." Gabriel said calmly, giving the queen of Seraphims a small nod, before the giant arkangel turned to Killer and bowed forwards deeply, adding quietly: "Thanks for saving my people and my town, Lord Killer. I thank the sky for the fact that you were there to save all the people from the slaughter."

"I... you really shouldn't be thanking me. The Reapers almost certainly were specifically after me, so had I not been there, there might have been no attack at all." The huge male replied quietly, looking away in embarrassment and bitterly thinking of how his presence anywhere seemed to always inexorably lure trouble and murderers and psychopaths.

"Gabriel is right... whatever the truth is, we will think about it later. Now we have more immediate problems to deal with." Vesta muttered, and she walked forwards to lean on the battlements, Killer following her nervously, holding his breath as he started to see the Wastelands beneath, all the way to the coast of the Middle Sea, and his eyes traced over an immense armada, a horde of demons and monsters and undead which formed a solid, roaring and snarling front from the East to the West, facing the Wall in open challenge as more and more demons stormed out of the mouth of horrible, gigantic sea-snakes the size of trains, which emerged from the depths of the Middle Sea and came ashore like landing crafts, opening their fearsome jaws and letting whole battalions of demons walk out.

The front lines of the immense army were made up by undead, skeletons and corpses resurrected by necromancers and mages and used to form a first, immense wave of enemies, each dead warrior armed with some kind of rusty but cruel and effective weapon, either swords, spears or maces or whatever could be provided to them.

Huge groups of "cavalry", made up by muscular, enormous centaurs and by the Scavengers, cloaked demons riding the Incubi, terrible reptilian monsters with scythe blades in place of hands, galloped in circles between the huge squares formed by the undead, their constant movement rising high clouds of dust and ashes as the hooves and talons ripped the burnt, disgraced ground of the wasteland apart.

And then there were huge armies of Minotaurs, Megataurs and Gigataurs, the latest gigantic and fearsome, muscular and with tremendous physical power at their disposal, each immense bull capable to easily squish angel after angel after angel, the titanic beasts serving as Hell's Heavy Infantry, unstoppable and ferocious. And then again Nightmares and Succubus, and demons of Wrath and of Lust, the most effective in battle... and groups of Greed demons armed with large longbows, fighting between themselves for the ownership of huge piles of arrows that lesser demons and minions were preparing here and there, all over the field. And here and there, towering over all the others, were Original Demons in their Personifications, in their most powerful, most savage form, many of them well over a hundred feet tall, the most powerful ones reaching and passing the two hundred feet in height, their roars seeming to shake the Wall like it was made of leafs, as they unleashed all their hungers and passions and powers... And there were Bull Kings, rare and immense demonic bulls which served as generals and commanders and towered even over the Gigataurs, each of them an army in its own right such was their terrible strength.

Mages were present in thick groups among the ranks, hiding behind the much more physically resistant giants and wrath demons and all wearing collars, bracelets and even armors made of Demonic Crystal charged with Corruption and Hellish energy, allowing them to cast their powerful spells even here, in Heaven, where their magic normally would not work.

Fallen, corrupt angels also added to Hell's force, their wings ripped apart and blackened, their features warped horribly, their eyes alive with cruel lusts, drool falling from their jaws, many of them sporting huge, too-large fangs and vicious talons, their bodies glowing sickly with the liquid Corruption in which they had all but bathed.

Siege machines were being built on the spot, others simply rolled out of the mouths of even bigger and nastier sea Basilisks emerging from the Middle Sea's waters, as catapults with launching arms a mile long were erected in front of the Wall, along with wooden towers reinforced with pelts and shields and steel plating, the platforms on top crowded with mages and archers. Enormous demonic tanks, product of the fusion of magic and mortal technology rolled forwards on triangular tracks one hundred feet tall, the tank bodies so heavily armored that it looked like nothing would ever scratch them, as machine guns stuck out of semi-circular turrets pushing out of the sides of the immense machines. On the front, enormous bulldozer blades complete with steel spikes and curved blades ripped the ground up without effort, ready to just run into and over any army advancing against the fortress on tracks, each tank topped by gigantic turrets that, Killer thought, were sized for battleships not for "tanks" of Mortal standards, each tower sporting two or three large caliber railguns or plasma guns glowing with white-hot liquid so incandescent that it had to be contained by a magnetic field, as it would instantaneously melt and vaporize all it touched.

Most fearsome of all were the colossal monstrosities from the depths of the Middle Sea: Killer stared in horror at the sight of Cetus monsters walking up from the sea and onto the wastelands, literally mountain-sized, making the demons and the Wall itself look like toys as their immense shapes covered the sight of the island of Orion, out in the distance.

They were thousands and thousands of feet tall, and their immense scorpion tails loomed over the Wall, looking as high as the clouds as they arched up high above, ready to strike. Ugly, monstrous hybrid of crab and scorpion, each Cetus was plated in natural bone-armor that almost nothing would be able to even just scratch. Their crab legs ended in immense, cruel talons harder than steel, and they sported cruel, oversized pincers which could crush and tear everything apart without effort. Their armored, hunched backs jutted with spikes and blades of bone, and demons crowded the immense space, armed with bows and sniper rifles, ready to use the advantage that such an unstoppable, mobile fighting-mountain would offer them... But Killer was especially horrified by the multiple, ugly and expressionless crimson eyes of the Cetus, and by their large, drooling circular mouth, a true tunnel of death and torment, lined with countless saw-like teeth.

Ira and Vesta had told Killer that, during training near the Middle Sea, he had at times lost control, sized up and unleashed his rage onto Cetuses, tearing several of them apart like they were nothing but toys... but he couldn't remember it, and now that he saw what a Cetus was, he had to wonder if they had lied to him.

Harpies and winged demons of all kinds flied above the immense armada, their squeaks adding to the ruckus and noise and inspiring even more terror in the hearts of the angels, so utterly outnumbered and outpowered, and Killer's eyes couldn't stop, as he stared in astonishment to the immense horde that they had to face, his gaze moving from one demon to the other, from a mountain-sized catapult to a gigantic tank which all but crushed several demons into paste under its tracks, the drivers of the unstoppable machine arrogant and careless and confident in the power of their super-weapons, as the huge male liger snuck a gaze to the side, to Vesta, the queen looking coldly down at the demonic armada, showing no fear and no hesitation, despite the obvious worry in her eyes.

Her lips were actually crested in a little grin that she tried hard to repress or at least hide... and he grinned himself at this, loving her vicious, ruthless and lustful nature, loving how much she resembled Alexis, loving how much she resembled him, in her hungers and battlelust. Bloodlust, even... and loving the fact that she kept her cool at the same time, planning and thinking of how to fight and win such unfair battle, pondering how best to use her precious Seraphims, her loved "daughters", her mighty warrior females.

"It is deadly serious this time." Killer mumbled, looking out over the immense bastions built ahead of the Wall, each tower reinforced by as many angels as had been possible to call out to arms and send to the front, each gun and ballista and catapult ready and loaded, each mage and archer preparing for battle.

Beneath, on the burnt, sterile ground of the wastelands, the troops of Heaven were lined up in fronts, the angels standing shoulder to shoulder, but their number too small for the ranks to be more than four lines deep, at most... It was a thin line, made up of warriors that, albeit strong and talented in some cases, could not really match the demons. Even the sizes of the average warrior were telling: demons could easily be tens or even hundreds of feet tall. Most angels didn't even reach the ten feet in height. In terms of physical, raw power, the comparison was depressing to say the least. The Seraphims, Arkangels and Paladins were a whole different story, not as huge as the demons but still incredibly powerful and able to take on almost any warrior of Hell with good chances of victory... but they were few and far in between, even though Gabriel and Vesta had kept their elite formed in thick companies, if not regiments: this way there was one formation only every several miles, but after all, breaking down the force even further, to spread them all along the front would have meant sending each Seraphim or Arkangel in battle without comrades nearby, or with a very few of them.

Much of their effectiveness, that way, would have been lost, and they would have been far more vulnerable.

Just like tanks are not effective if sent ahead alone over a wide front, the elites of Heaven had to fight in groups to be truly deadly: like armored divisions rumbling with hundreds of tanks over a narrow front, crushing every resistance.

"Absolutely." Vesta agreed, before she turned and pointed at a massive, flat rectangular array mounted on top of a bastion and aimed towards the demonic army. "We brought here as many Psychic Repressors as we could manage to procure. We've also assigned helmets with built-in psychic repressors to as many warriors as we could... not at all enough if the nasty Psychic shows up, but better than nothing."

Killer nodded, looking up to the huge array with curiosity: it was, after all, the first time he saw the weird device. It very much looked like a large electronic scansion array radar like the ones his army used back in the mortal world to detect and track movements in the air, be them airplanes, helicopters, artillery and mortar shells or rockets and missiles.

But this immense array buzzed constantly with another kind of energetic signal: for what Killer could understand, it sent constant pulses of energy ramming into the sensible minds of a psychic, making it impossible for them to concentrate and use their powers and abilities. The helmets, probably, used a passive form of shielding, to protect the mind of the wearer instead, as a helmet could not house much in terms of power cell, and thus its emitted energy would be way to low to annoy a decent psychic.

Killer could indeed feel... something. Something weighting lightly on his mind, a weird feeling, but not particularly annoying. It was like a thick but soft cloth had been wrapped around his brain. He figured, however, that for a Psychic, far more sensible to that kind of stimulus, it had to be a very different story and feeling.

He wondered if the Repressors would affect Alexis... and that thought made him look up with a snarl, closing his eyes and closing his hands into fists as he thought of how different everything would have been, with her at his side.

Together, they felt totally invincible. Together, they would have looked over the demonic armada with eager laughter. And instead, here he was, alone... and who could tell where Alexis was...

"How did they get the Middle Sea monsters to side with them...? I thought the Sea's creatures hated everyone and everything at the same way." The huge male calmly asked, even as his eyes traced over a gigantic Cetus, seeking for a weak spot of some kind, but without finding any.

"They seem to be subject to mind-control and manipulation." Vesta muttered, glaring down at another sea serpent that surfaced and vomited yet more mages and demons on the beach, further expanding the already fearsome armada assembled ahead of them. "No one ever managed to mind-control a Cetus... they haven't much of a brain to attack, and that little they have presents no emotions to manipulate, other than hate and viciousness. There's little material for a psychic to work with... yet, they have taken over a whole herd of monsters of all kind, and puppet them all at once. Until a few hours ago, anyone would have told you that this was impossible."

"Wonderful." Killer grunted, before he observed: "Do you think it's the super-psychic who attacked Manticora's sector that took over the Middle Sea's monsters?"

"I guess so. As I said, no one should be able to do this... but someone is nonetheless very evidently doing it, and it must be that same fearsome psychic. And it is far, far more powerful than I dared expecting even in my worst case estimates. I never thought I'd see anything like this." Vesta murmured, looking worried and at the same time amazed and, somehow, interested. It was easy to forget it, but Vesta was a true scholar and genius, not just a busty, beautiful bombshell warrior. For her, this was a whole new phenomenon to study and document as well as to fight... and it was also a unique moment in the History of the World.

Silence fell between them for a few moments, Manticora standing at Killer's side and looking at him softly, Alcana still feeling guilty and embarrassed around him and staying a step back, keeping a respectful distance even as she looked at him with love and adoration, and Gabriel looked over them every now and then, even as he continued to give orders and indications to the angels passing by.

"Care to roar, Master...?" Vesta asked gently after a few moments, and Killer frowned in confusion, looking at her with an arched eyebrow, looking curious as the demigoddess nodded amusedly and said: "Yes, Lord Killer, a roar. Let the enemy hear your mighty voice. Let them know what they are up against... and more importantly, let the Seraphims hear you. Let them know that their Master and God is here with them. It'll do wonders for their determination and morale."

Alcana looked at the queen with a little smile, nodding imperceptibly to herself, while Manticora met Killer's eyes and nodded softly, smiling at him lovingly, the huge male scratching his chest in slight hesitation as he looked around at the crowd of angels and warriors, before Vesta made a go ahead gesture to a soldier nearby, and the angel immediately stood at attention before slowly hauling up another flag on another of the tall masts.

Killer looked up at the flag curiously, and he saw that it sported the insignia of his empire, back at home, Vesta nudging him gently as she explained: "I did not know what other kind of insignia we could use for you. We'll think of something cooler when we have some time, but for now it should do, no...?"

"Fine." Killer sighed, smiling amusedly as he shook his head a bit, turning and walking back to the battlements as Vesta grinned in victory, standing a step behind him as he looked up at the sky for a moment and then roared, his mighty, deep voice booming over the battlefield, reaching countless miles away, silencing everyone for a moment as the demons looked up at him and all angels turned to the source of that challenge, of that claim of power and dominance.

Somewhere to the east, the roars of his soldiers and of William rose in answer, in submission and in promise of faithful service. All over the ranks, angels rose their weapons to the sky and cheered, while others just looked away in disapprobation if not in hate... but everywhere along the line, the Seraphims cheered and threw their own shouts of war in reply, signaling their determination, their faith, their worship and their readiness for the battle.

Killer and Vesta traded a smile at this, and Manticora squeezed on his shoulder softly, leaning into his side with affection even as she and Alcana looked out over the immense horde of demons and Middle Sea monstrosities... But they all turned to the west as another mighty roar answered to Killer's through the distance, the huge male turning to the side immediately, eyes widening as he easily, instantaneously recognized the voice and the call, as he now managed to feel her energies in the air, burning, powerful, greater than ever. "Alexis..." He murmured, and he sprinted through the yard, shoving a couple of angel soldiers out of the way as he spread his enormous black wings, and charged towards his beloved, before snarling as he felt hands grab at him, strong arms wrapping around his waist and trying to restrain him, the huge male dragging them with himself without hesitation...

Before he stopped as Vesta touched down in front of him and shoved her hands against his chest, planting her feet into the ground and pushing against him to try and stop him, as her eyes looked pleadingly, guiltily up into his, even as he continued to advance like a train, unstoppable. "Please, Lord Killer, don't." She whispered, even as her eyes had a tremble, the muscular female hating what she was doing, and yet knowing that she had to do it all the same, as she fought back tears of rage, guilt and frustration. "I know it is hard, but... please. Don't go."

The huge male closed his eyes at that, biting his lower lip hard as his features twisted in a grimace of fury and desperation at the same time, the male half-suffocating a scream of fury and frustration and pain that escaped his throat in a snarling rumble, even as he hesitatingly slowed down, then stopped entirely, panting.

"Please, Lord Killer. We cannot ignore the Council's orders in such a glaring way. Not now... we must not give them any excuse for starting their assault on us. We mustn't be the ones starting the civil war, or all of Heaven will see us as guilty. As enemies." Vesta said softly, her voice low and calm as she dropped her face forwards against his chest, hiding her lips from the sight of the Metatrons from earlier, who had of course turned around to see what was going on, the ministers of Heaven glaring towards Killer with hate, thick guard groups of Paladins at the ready near them.

"Please, be patient, Killer... we need to be careful." Manticora remarked, the zebra still with her muscular, powerful arms locked tightly around his waist, but her hold turning in an affectionate hug as she stroked a hand gently down his strong, chiseled abs, pushing her muzzle against his back and kissing his body lovingly. "I can only try to imagine what a torture it is for you two, Master... but please, be careful. If we give them such a good reason to assault us as breaching a direct order, the Council will not miss the chance. Let's not give them a casus belli on such a shiny silver plate."

Alcana, who had seized his arm and was hugging it tightly to her body, only dropped her forehead against his strong, muscular shoulder, two tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook her head slowly and murmured again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... this is all my fault..."

And Killer sighed in desperation, throwing his head backwards and staring at the sky with bitter, violent hate raging in his veins, his blood boiling, but his mind nonetheless inexorably telling him that the three females were right: to disobey the most restrictive of orders of the Council in front of the whole of Heaven's forces would have been like setting up a huge bomb in the holds of a liquefied petroleum gas carrier vessel. The explosion that would have followed would have been way too huge to be controlled in any way, and there was no way to even imagine just how bad it would have been.

It was an immense responsibility to shoulder: going would mean shoving Heaven definitively into chaos and self-destructive infighting. It was not a possibility, it was a certainty, especially with the Metatrons already glaring at him with hate and with the evident wish of getting revenge on him and whoever supported him.

Killer glared at the two masked angels and at their scrolls with indescribable, primal hate raging inside his strong, huge form, his hands closing into fists and his claws digging into his own flesh as he muttered: "You are asking a lot out of me... I hope you are aware of it."

"We are, Killer. And we hate having to ask this to you." Vesta replied, closing her eyes as she leaned into him and hugged him tightly, wrapping her muscular arms around his shoulders. "But it is really important."

Killer sighed, then nodded in resignation, throwing his head backwards and letting out another roar, which spoke of all his rage and frustration and regret and desperation... and Alexis, so many miles away, replied with her own lament, the femme fatale easily understanding what was restraining him, and accepting the hard rules of the cruel game herself, Killer listening to her voice with longing and love, and with such tremendous sadness, even as Alcana, Manticora and Vesta hugged him tightly, and even Gabriel, while silent and apparently impassible, looked towards him with sad comprehension and with gratefulness.

Gabriel was just as aware as Vesta of what was going on in Heaven: he knew what the risks were... and he could only be grateful to the two gods for their supreme sacrifice. Gabriel was ancient, and he knew the workings of the universe, and in Eons he had seen only a very handful of loves as pure, total and sincere as that between Killer and Alexis. He knew what such a tie was like, and he knew what terrible torture it had to be for the two ligers to be forcefully kept apart like that.

"Let's get moving." Killer grumbled darkly after a long moment, his eyes cold and murderous, filled with rage as he turned to glare over the immense armada of demons. "I feel a great, great need to kill things."

"That's not a bad thing." Manticora said, trying to lighten the mood a little. "We'll have plenty of things to strike down, and we'd better be ready."

Vesta nodded wisely at this, before she looked to Alcana and said firmly: "Ok, we'll need to spread out to reinforce the various sectors. We cannot all go to the same place, especially since the enemy has not yet chosen its preferred attack direction. For now, all we can do is contain them."

Killer nodded in agreement, but he didn't add anything, only smiling slightly to Manticora as she touched his hand lovingly, looking up at him with concern. Alcana nodded as well, albeit very much unpleased by the fact that she had to leave Killer already, the goddess's hand squeezing painfully hard into the pole of her deadly halberd.

"Manticora, your Company is deployed to Sector G1. Unfortunately, I had to cancel their leaves." Vesta said calmly, looking into the Zebra's eyes with decision. She did not need to add anything else, and Manticora nodded in silent agreement and understanding. As bad as it was, there was absolutely no alternative available. Not wish such a horde ready to overwhelm Heaven's defences.

"I will meet my warriors there immediately." The muscular zebra said, before she turned to Killer with a smile and the huge male hugged her tightly, kissing her lips tenderly, then both of her cheeks, squeezing her to his powerful chest.

"Take good care of yourself, Manticora. And kick their asses, hard." Killer softly said, after a long moment of quiet silence, as he slowly let her go, the muscular female nodding and kissing his throat lovingly before nodding with a wink. "Be careful yourself. And may your strength guide us to Victory once more."

"Alcana, I'd like you to go reinforce the sector L3: it's one of the weakest parts of the line, and a source of serious concern." The queen of Seraphims said, looking to the goddess calmly, as Gabriel gazed up from the angel he was talking to, so he could give a nod of agreement.

"It would greatly improve the situation, Goddess."

"Sure, I'm going." Alcana replied easily, her expression still speaking of her disappointment, but at the same time of her determination: she was going to do whatever what was necessary, regardless of her personal wishes. She was not going to betray Killer once more. Never again would she disappoint him.

And Killer, seeing her determination in her eyes, smiled and walked up to her, the goddess looking up at him in surprise as he spread his huge arms and then hugged her tightly to his chest, rocking her quietly from side to side as he pushed his muzzle against hers, cheek to cheek.

The dragoness stiffened at this, surprised by the affection he was granting her, after all she had done to him... but the surprise immediately changed into delight, into bliss and relief, as warmth spread through her body and soul, a shiver of happiness running down her spine as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him against her as she leaned into his chest, closing her eyes with a soft sigh and smiling to herself, enjoying the contact, the affection, loving the moment and the closeness of it.

It was not as sexual as things normally were between them, even if being around him continued to keep Alcana highly excited and energized, but that made it possibly even more pleasant, as it was pure, sincere affection and love, which went way past the simple physical aspect.

"Stay safe, Alcana. Take good care of yourself." Killer gently whispered in her ear, and the goddess nodded, her eyes opening to look up at him with love as she delicately kissed his bare, potent chest, before she breathed: "You too, Master Killer. Return to us safe and victorious."

Killer smiled at that, letting his arms slowly fall back down to his sides as Alcana hesitatingly stepped back away from him... and then, the goddess turned to look into Manticora's eyes, and the two females moved out to their assigned sectors, the Dragoness vanishing from the spot with a last smile, and Manticora creating a portal in which she walked with a last wave of her hand to the huge male and to Vesta, the queen looking softly over the zebra, Killer seeing in her eyes the worry that every commander feels when sending its soldiers into harm's way.

The demigoddess sighed a bit as the portal swirled closed and Manticora vanished from sight, but she was quick to shake it away, grinning sharkishly as she traced a finger down the handle of one of the deadly sickleswords resting on her hips, saying eagerly: "Just a few more boring planning formalities, and then I can go out on the field myself. Is it bad that I crave for the bloodshed so much, Master...?"

Killer looked down at her with amusement, wrapping a huge arm around her shoulders and squeezing her against his side gently as he replied: "Well, I don't know. Since I'm just as blood-lustful as you, I'm tempted to say it's not a bad thing. But you are supposed to be an angel, nice and good and compassionate, so... you know. It's weird."

"Ah, but I'm a rather special kind of angel. Seraphims aren't much about compassion. We are hot, we are strong and we are creatures of raging passions." The tigress cheerfully replied, grinning widely, before she teasingly licked his huge, bulging bicep. "And that's part of why we do so adore you. You appeal to our very nature, and to our greatest passions."

"This is not something Mortals expect from Heaven's people, but I must admit I like it very much this way." Killer said, nodding with an entertained smile on his lips, before he squeezed on the handle of Wyvern, his powerful musculature flexing lightly, out of a natural excess of vigor, out of his eagerness for the fight, out of the tension and anticipation for the titanic clash ahead of him, the tension pulling on his nerves and making his corded, mighty muscles flex powerfully, as if to remind himself just how strong he was. No holding back, his body was saying, exhilarated by the immense, contrasting energies in the air that washed over him from all directions: enemies, monsters, magic, allies, everyone was a source of power and energy that his sharp senses caught.

And just as his eyes traced over the immense horde of demons, Hell's mages stepped forwards, their hands aiming to the sky, and clouds as black as the darkest night began to cover the sky like blankets, obscuring the stars above, violet and crimson bolts and lightning of energy cracking through the air like massive explosions, flashes as arches of electricity connected the sky to the earth, enormous blasts of force ramming into the invisible barrier kept up by the Metatrons, making it glow and shake whenever it was hit.

And then, Killer looked up as, with another rumble of thunder, sharp, massive ice daggers began to lash down from the clouds above in a blizzard, ferociously ramming down into everything and everyone, several angels falling with shrieks of agony as the cruel, icy daggers pierced through them like bullets, other warriors diving for cover as one massive catapult in battery nearby was crushed under the hailstorm, the crew running away from the ruins and using shields to protect themselves from the vicious hammering, as the ice bullets rammed into the steel with obscene violence, one of the angels stumbling in his step and falling forwards with a groan of pain as his arms gave in and the shield fell down onto his shoulders as he was nearly squished into the floor.

Killer, instead, looked down at his hand with interest as he saw the air around him tremble, distorted by an incredible heat radiating out of him, the ice shards melting well before they could hit him and the drops of water landing on his body evaporating almost instantaneously, as Vesta gazed at him with a bit of a grin, the ice avoiding her as well, as she radiated energy in a solid, invisible barrier, while Gabriel, completely armored from head to toe, only looked up into the blizzard with silent indifference, ignoring the bullets of hail that smashed into the thick Godblood plates wrapped tightly over his powerful body.

"You have been more relaxed with your power as of late, Killer... more and more of it surfaces, without you even having to do anything specific. That's a good sign." The queen of Seraphims observed, punching his shoulder lightly, before the huge male nodded, but adding warily:

"So long as it doesn't turn out being Black Killer taking control of things or something..."

As he spoke, he looked over to a group of mages and Metatrons, who stepped forwards and pointed their hands to the sky, energy glowing in their palms as immense runes of fire were carved into the clouds above, and a hot, dry wind began to powerfully blow from behind the Wall, clashing with the blizzard and sending the ice shards either melting or shooting backwards onto the ranks of the demonic armada, as the battle between the mages and psychics of both factions began to rage over the battlefield.

"No more time to waste." Vesta coldly said, and she looked up at the sky silently for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sent out a mental order... And Killer looked up as well, seeing one of the huge dragons circling above diving towards them, making a wide turn to spiral downwards with a lazy flap of the enormous, leathery wings.

Almost entirely black-scaled, with just a few large stripes of golden marking its sides, this dragon was immense, perhaps the largest in sight, and it was also the most muscular, as thick cords of pure strength flexed harmoniously under the impenetrable scales, soulful and cunning golden eyes meeting Killer's own for a moment, seeming to study and evaluate him as the huge liger stared firmly back, feeling strangely self-conscious as the reptile's eyes traced over his body and seemed to read into his soul.

But then, as he looked up, he grinned a bit as he easily recognized Ira, in her battle armor and with her six mighty wings folded behind her shoulders, the muscular cobra straddling the dragon's neck as she proudly sat on a sturdy saddle of steel and leather that arched above the sharp, cruel spikes of bone jutting out of the reptile's neck. Ira easily directed the massive dragon with the gentlest and easiest of pulls on the chain-reins, and a soft squeeze of her muscular thighs down into the dragon's neck was immediately met with the intended reaction from the huge mount, showing all of Ira's prowess and strength, but also amazing Killer as he realized just how deep the connection between knight and mount was.

In the past, Ira had no doubt used raw power to give orders, but those days were long gone, and she was now very clearly a close knit team with her dragon, almost a sole thing with it, as both knight and mount worked together, in unison, well knowing each other and easily able to guess what each other would do and think next.

It made it all even more impressive, as the gigantic dragon touched down near Killer, the massive beast surprisingly light and graceful as only its long, cruel talons tapped against the stone as the reptile took a few steps before stopping entirely, its enormous wings folding down on its sides as the wide, potent chest heaved regularly with the creature's breath, the long tail waving from side to side lazily as the dragon turned to the side to give the huge liger another long, interested look over.

Killer gazed back silently into the dragon's eyes, allowing the massive beast to read into his expression and body language, until the dragon's eyes closed, and it seemed to almost nod as it growled quietly to itself, looking away from the liger, satisfied with what it had seen.

Ira looked down at Killer with amusement from the saddle, her hand still holding the reins loosely as she rested it over a knee, turning to the huge male with a smile that was half-hidden by her helmet, fitted with a fully enclosed psychic-repressor visor that shielded her eyes from sight. "We should go, Lord Killer. I'll give you a passage: we'll fight in the same sector."

Killer gazed to the side curiously, but Vesta only nodded with a little smile, even as she put her own helmet up, her other hand squeezing the handle of one of her deadly sickleswords as she put a hand on his thick, potent chest and kissed his lips lovingly for a few long moments, their tongues wrestling playfully together as he breathed of her seductive scent, building up a full memory of her and hoping for her to be safe and victorious in the tremendous battle ahead.

"Go, Lord Killer. I'm going to reach Alexis in her sector... we'll watch each other's back, and no one will be able to scratch us." Vesta finally said, stepping slowly back a little when their kiss finally broke, smiling at him as her hands slowly, reluctantly slid down his mighty masculine chest.

The huge male nodded, before he frowned a bit as he turned towards the dragon, watching over the wall of thick, steel-hard scales to guess how he was supposed to mount on the immense creature, and he finally observed idly: "And you will also make sure that she does not cross the battlefield to come to me. And Ira will make sure I don't try the same game myself."

"I'm sorry, Killer." Vesta answered quietly, shaking her head a bit and looking shamefully down. "You know well that it is the very last thing I'd ever want to do in life. It horrifies me... but nonetheless, I must do it. I must ask you two to be patient, at least for some more time. We truly cannot afford to be seen as those who start the civil war."

"I know." The huge male replied calmly, jumping upwards and seizing the edge of the large saddle, easily pulling himself up to straddle it as his huge biceps bulged with power and vigor. "I don't hold it against you. You have responsibilities to all Seraphims, and to so many people all over Heaven... And Alexis and I won't do anything to put you into even worse trouble, I promise." The huge male said, looking down at the queen of Seraphims with a little smile, full of pain, but nonetheless affectionate. It was a tremendous sacrifice to make, but Killer was not going to let Vesta and the Seraphims down, and the look in his eyes told Vesta just that, as she gazed up to see him sitting down on the huge saddle. By design, the long, large saddle was made to accommodate more than one warrior, as the Crusader knights often carried helpers and archers with them into battle, and the huge male easily found his place, his leg resting near a large holster filled with large, deadly spears on the right side. "And even if we promise... you are right in keeping us both under watch. We... might be unable to resist the temptation otherwise."

The demigoddess nodded, smiling amusedly, before looking at him softly. "Good luck, Master. Squish them all, and come back safe and victorious." Vesta said, grinning up at him with a wink that he "saw" even across the fully enclosed visor of her psychic repressor helmet, and Killer smirked down at her teasingly, replying easily:

"Not all of them... I'll make sure to leave a share for you and Alexis. I wouldn't want you two to get bored."

"You better leave something for me, too." Ira snorted, before she pulled on the reins lightly, and the dragon immediately looked up to the sky above, unfazed by the blizzard and by the ferocious wind, not caring for the thunder and flashes of magical, sinister light. Veteran of so many battles, the dragon was like a horse of the old cavalry of the old times: the sight of blood didn't scare it. The battle drawing closer did not terrify it. For all the tension and fear and anxiousness in the air, the dragon nonetheless easily carried on, taking a couple of leaps forwards on the roof of the tower as its immense wings spread wide, Killer wincing and instinctively seizing into Ira's hips with a hand even as they waved to Vesta one last time, while the dragon shot up from the tower and high into the sky, soaring swiftly towards the clouds, high over the battlefield, looking down over the enemy like the most dangerous of birds of prey.

Killer looked backwards for a moment longer, seeing Vesta turn one last time to Gabriel to say something before she portaled to her own sector, leaving only the Arkangel behind to direct the massive battle that was starting... And the huge male slowly moved his tongue over his fangs, worried and tense, and yet eager to start: the risk of losing some of his friends and loved ones was terribly high, and he couldn't avoid thinking of them all, seeing all of their faces in turn. Alexis, Vesta, Ira, Manticora, Alcana, William... Diana, she was probably out there as well, in one of the many sectors of the immense battlefield... And Gaia, and Adrasthea: they were probably out there as well. Sweet, shy Gaia... so powerful, but so reluctant. How would she fare in such a struggle...?

The thought of losing any one of them was unbearable... but even with that worry in his heart, even with the anxiousness pumping in each vein, he couldn't help but flex his mighty body every few moments, one hand closed tightly in a fist, his enormous bicep bulging explosively with power. There was no denying the eagerness, the desire for the battle ahead: never, never before had he seen so many enemies, such strong enemies, such immense enemies. Each Cetus was literally bigger than most mountains. The mages down on the battlefield were so numerous and powerful to make the sky tremble and rumble and explode with thunder and bolts and lightning. Demons and gods and monsters of all kinds were massed up ahead for the tremendous clash... It was a test of might like never before he had dared imagine possible. It was a clash of titanic proportions, one of unprecedented scale.

And he felt stronger than ever. He felt powerful. He felt in control, but yet he felt godlike and bursting with vigor and power like when he had lost control and Black Killer had taken over. He felt the Seals remaining, for the first time physically. He couldn't see them, but he could feel them, like huge, hard chains wrapped tightly around his chest, compressing painfully down on his ribs, but nonetheless straining, cracking, groaning, as his muscles bulged and rippled against them. As his power mounted and menaced to break loose, like a flood wave filling up a dam and pressing into it with enough violence to crack it... And it made him want more. It made him crave the chance to unleash that fearsome power, and see it devastate the enemy, see it erase them like stains on a sheet of paper. Never before had the thrill of the battle called to him this much. It was scary and fearsome.

It was beautiful.

"So, how do you like Veronika...? I saw you two, looking at each other to measure your worth." Ira teased, turning to grin at him from over her shoulder as she handed him a helmet fitted with the same non-transparent visor that she was wearing. He took this with a bit of a grimace, looking down at it curiously to see that, on the inside, the visor was actually a large display showing the outside world perfectly clearly... before he blinked and asked dumbly:

"Who's Veronika?"

"You are sitting on her neck." The Seraphim replied amusedly, and Killer looked down in surprise, his eyes following the bulge and flex of mighty muscle covered by thick, armored scales as the dragon flapped the enormous wings...

"This dragon is a female...?"

"Oh, sure she is." Ira replied, patting the side of the dragoness's neck gently. "Most of the other dragons are males, but if the other Crusaders try to tell you how cool it is to ride a huge, mighty male, laugh in their faces: the truth is that in the race of dragons, females grow bigger and stronger. And they didn't have the guts to try and tame a female dragon."

Killer listened with interest, looking to the side to see a group of other Crusader knights flying on their own dragons, and yes, now that he saw them from up close, he could easily tell that they were significantly smaller and leaner than Veronika. He shook his head in amusement, smiling a bit to himself, before he mused clearly over the roar of the wind: "I've always said that females are the deadliest of all species."

"At least until they meet you and get tamed." Ira agreed, grinning amusedly as the dragon soared high into the sky, shooting over one of the immense bulwarks, letting the huge male look down in amazement as the catapults, ballistae and angels at the battlements shot away under the huge dragon's wings, the immense reptile moving with astonishing speed and grace as he held on to Ira with an arm and absently caressed the thick scales of the dragoness with the other.

Ira guided the dragon in a sharp dive as they overcame the first gigantic tower, and they flew low over the assembled ranks of angels below, Killer looking at them with interest, even as he reluctantly put the psychic-repressor helmet on. He closed his eyes as he lowered the visor on his eyes, snorting a bit at the uncomfortable feeling of his mane being compressed under the helmet, but when he finally blinked his eyes open, he was glad to see that his field of view was perfect. The display in the visor was a fantastic piece of technology: there were no overlapped symbols and map window like in the Predator's visor he was used to, but on the other hand he saw through the fully enclosed helmet like it wasn't there.

For Gabriel, it must be the same thing... unfair bastard, he sees everyone, and no one ever sees his face. Killer thought idly, and he heard his thoughts slightly muffled, as if they came from a much greater distance than usual... the psychic repressor in action felt a bit like his brain had been wrapped up in a thick envelope of cotton wool. It was weird, but fortunately, not entirely unpleasant... and it did not interfere with his senses or with his control of his body, which was important. He did not want to be slowed down or hampered in any way.

He looked down past the side of the dragoness, making a bit of a grimace as he realized that the front they were flying over was just two rows deep, with the angels standing shoulder to shoulder and forming a thin wall of bodies and weapons. They were, however, unimpressive for the most part, considering that the enemy had huge Centaurs and terrible Gigataurs as many as 60 feet tall ready to assault the line. The angels could be stomped upon like ants, pretty much.

Behind the two lines of infantry, small groups of snipers, archers and mages had assembled to provide fire support teams... but that was the most Heaven had been able to line. No wonder that he finally was welcomed on the battlefield, and not turned away. The situation was desperate enough for even the Council to look away and pretend he wasn't there.

"Each space between a tower and another makes up a Sector." Ira explained, and Killer turned back to her, looking idly down at the back of her neck as she guided Veronika in an easy, wide turn around the gigantic, looming mass of another Bulwark. "Each Sector has been assigned a different battlegroup, made up of whatever could be brought forwards. Vesta and Gabriel have tried their best to put together balanced groups and make them all as strong as possible, deploying the most powerful formations in the points where the enemy looked stronger... But as you can see, the enemy armada seems invincible no matter from which side you look at it. They are far more numerous than we thought they could be."

Killer nodded to himself, his eyes tracing over the immense armada covering the horizon, and he made a grimace at the sight of the Cetus monsters. They were by far the most terrifying and dangerous elements, and he bitterly noted: "And the last thing we needed was the Middle Sea's monster party."

Ira grunted in agreement, and then continued in brisk, professional and straight-to-the-point voice. "William's 30 Legion has been divided into no less than 9 battlegroups, covering 9 different but contiguous sectors. We are heading for the central one, where we'll meet William himself. In reinforcement, there are elements from my Company of Seraphims. But I've had to spread my warriors along the front, so there's a handful. Good, but few. Support fire from 3 groups in the back, and of course, mostly from the towers at the two extremities of the sector. The enemy will have to charge through the crossfire to get in contact, so our position is ideal... but nonetheless, the enemy is completely superior for number and firepower."

"I'll make sure that, at least in this sector, we get the superiority in firepower." Killer promised, his hand closing into a huge fist, his powerful musculature flexing eagerly, filled with vigor and strength. Ira felt it against her body, as immense and terrible as the ocean in tempest, and she smiled to herself, imperceptibly leaning back to better lay against his chest and strong body, loving the affection she felt coming from him, and enjoying the boost of confidence that his presence gave her.

She had never even dared imagining such a demonic horde, not even in her nightmares, but she wasn't scared. Just like Killer, she felt the tension, the worry, the anxiousness... but nonetheless tasted hunger in her mouth, and felt adrenaline and anticipation pumping in her veins.

The cobra grinned to herself, repressing a shiver of eagerness, and then she let go of the reins for a moment, turning back towards him as Veronika growled lightly, easily carrying them forwards towards their destination without any need for instructions. The Seraphim pushed up the visor of her helmet, her eyes glowing with love and hunger as she looked up at the huge male, Killer squeezing her closer with the strong arm wrapped around her waist as he pushed his own visor out of the way with the other hand, loving the spirit he saw in her eyes.

She was cold, focused, professional. Worried and scared the right little bit: no one could face such a battle without being worried, unless completely insane. But nonetheless, she looked forwards to the fight, and was completely confident in her skills and strength.

"Killer..." Ira said softly, before swallowing a bit as her cheeks turned red, the proud demoness turning to the side awkwardly and clearing her throat a bit, looking out over the distance and seeming to gather up her thoughts and courage. It was a long moment of silence, before she gazed to the side with the corner of her eye, and she snorted and shoved him hard backwards when she saw him chuckling in amusement.

"Bastard. You are not making it easier." The demoness said, but she smiled despite herself, looking entertained as Killer swayed backwards a bit, but easily steadied himself, wrapping both arms around her waist and waiting patiently, smiling down at her. He already knew what she had to say.

"I love you." Ira finally said, smiling as she leaned against his chest and kissed his throat lightly, then his cheek, before pushing her lips against his own, his tongue gently flicking against her mouth, welcoming her, before she kissed him, hungrily, passionately, like the Lust demoness she was but so rarely resembled. Her powerful arms wrapped around his neck while her eyes closed, her hot breath washing over his features as her long, serpentine tongue twisted around his large one, the two wrestling and maneuvering, tasting each other's flesh and passion as Killer pulled her gently against his chest and kissed her slowly, hungrily, lovingly. Each and every movement of his body and of his tongue was a promise of affection, of love, of protection. She was never again going to be alone. Never again would she be without love, without family. Never again the outcast. Demoness, Seraphim... it didn't matter. Not one bit. It only mattered that she was Ira, proud, strong, beautiful female that Killer loved and respected.

And when finally, after a long time, Ira's eyes opened, her cheeks burning red and her breath coming in pants, but her irises a glowing, enchanting emerald filled with joy and lust and love, Killer gazed into her eyes with a smile, the huge male bumping their muzzles together softly as he said affectionately: "I love you, Ira."

The demoness beamed at that, murring in blissful delight as she hugged him tightly, leaning her cheek against his potent chest, listening to his heartbeat for a few moments as they both basked in the closeness and in the affection for a few delicious moments.

It was Veronika who awakened them from that moment of happiness and relax, as she arched her neck up and roared, warning that they were almost arrived, the dragoness looking back at them over her shoulder. It made Ira blush even more, and this time Killer looked away in embarrassment as well, coughing a bit... but as soon as Veronika turned, the huge male and the demoness shared a laugh about it.

"Please, stay safe. Promise that you'll be back to me at the end of this battle." Ira said softly, looking into his eyes with affection, and Killer nodded, kissing her forehead.

"I promise I will. You take care of yourself."

Ira smiled at that, nodding a bit before she hesitatingly broke away from him, turning back to face in front of them as she picked the reins back in hand from where they were waving into the wind as Veronika flew around yet one more bastion, and then dived towards the ground.

Beneath, Killer easily noticed, were the angel-warriors of the XXX Legion. They were easily recognizable, as they had a physical power, sizes and imposingness that pretty much no one else had, in Heaven's army. The tigers from the Northlands were tall, muscular, giants in comparison to the other angels... and they also had far more warlike appearance, clad in black armor which wrapped tightly over their powerful bodies. Most of them carried the huge, glowing shields, with which they had formed a wall of steel and muscles that looked far, far more resistant than any other frontline they had flown over.

Two lines of ex-Predators, all veterans, all warriors of exceptional skill and strength, made Killer feel proud and safe: their ordered ranks moved like a sole body, and everyone knew what to do. They looked like an invulnerable war machine made of strong, intensely trained bodies.

Behind the wall of shields, far less impressive, far smaller angel soldiers stood, armed with modern and powerful rifles: away from the hand-to-hand fight, and with the right weapons, they could be very effective, and a simple look at the way they had spread out, and at the flawless state of their weapons told Killer that they had been trained by William. Which means that they can be trusted: they'll do their job efficiently, at least as long as the tigers in front can keep the demons at bay. In close quarters combat, they won't last long: they just don't have the physique for it...

In the rear line there were also some mages, but Killer was especially relieved to see a few Seraphims, fully armored and armed with their fearsome longbows, in position along the line.

William stood on his own fifty feet ahead of the solid frontline of shields, his strong arms crossed on his chest as he looked calmly out in the distance over the horde of demon advancing through the wastelands, and he barely tilted his head to the side to watch up as the huge dragoness carrying Killer and Ira dived nearby, hovering a few feet over the ground and flapping the massive wings lazily as the huge male liger easily slid down the reptile's side and dropped to the ground.

He landed without a sound, his legs bending a bit to absorb the impact as he turned back and held his thumb up to Ira, the cobra smiling and giving him a nod before she soared into the air with her dragon, flying in circles above the front, ready to take on any enemy.

Killer looked at this silently for a brief moment, smiling slightly to himself, before he turned towards the army of Predators behind him as they roared and cheered him on, the soldiers all slamming a fist on their heart and saluting. The huge male felt his pride flow in his veins at such a display of faith, and he drew Wyvern out, holding the massive sword point up, high above his head, so that everyone could see it: that sword had led the forces of Kesteven in war for centuries, and it had always brought victories. It was a sacred symbol, and not just a formidable, world-beating weapon.

At the sight of the crimson blade, the Predators saluted again, proudly, and they all roared like a sole voice: "Kesteven!"

"It's been a long time since last time we've stood together on the battlefield like this." William observed calmly, smiling a bit as he turned towards Killer just as the huge liger shouldered his massive sword. Killer wrapped a strong arm around his mentor's shoulders with a smile, hugging him to his chest for a few moments, nodding as he said:

"It's true, my brother. But the time that passed has not changed things: together, we've always crushed our enemies. Today won't be different."

"If anything, the time has made us far more deadly." William replied agreeably as the hug broke, the strong male looking up at Killer with pride. "Especially you."

"Don't start." Killer replied in entertainment, rolling his eyes upwards a bit, before he looked coldly out over the incoming horde of demons, Undead, and monsters, as William stood at his side, the hook-like blades he wore dropping out of his armored wristbands, revealing long handles which ended in a link connecting to the chains wrapped around his huge biceps.

He easily caught the handles in his hands, assuming a basic ready positions, energy glowing around the cruel hooks as the Arkangel looked out over the enemy. "They'll send the Undead first, to test us and tire us out."

"An insult to our strength." Killer muttered, making a grimace. Skeletons and corpses carrying rusty, second hand weapons weren't interesting enemies.

"Taken one by one, sure. But they'll be coming en masse. And each one of them has to be pretty much pulverized, or it'll be back on its feet in a moment, no matter how hard you hit it. Just cutting heads off won't do the trick. Fending them all off will cost us a huge amount of energy, if not losses." William wisely observed, but Killer only grinned gamely, flexing his immense bicep lightly and loving the feeling of absolute power he got out of it.

His strength was on the rise, growing and growing, becoming more and more spectacular by the minute as he carefully let his inner guard down. The battle with the Reapers hadn't drained him at all: for all the energy he had used, his body seemed to generate ten times as much. The challenge was resisting the temptation of just letting go: he had to be careful, and open the steam valve only gradually. Black Killer was always a threat, and his control was still insufficient for taking too much risk... but as he let more and more of his godlike power come into play, he was fully aware of one thing: they sure had nothing to worry about regarding the armada of Undead. They could send twice, thrice, ten times as many, it wouldn't matter.

They were dust he could blow away with a lazy snort.

"Don't you worry about them. Just leave it to me."