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_It's time for a new chapter. War in Hell reaches its apex, and Satan launches his attack. _

_As always, enjoy the ride, and let me know your thoughts. Comments are more than welcome, always. _

_ Darkness worships and craves power. Hell craves a strong hand to punish, control and lead. Hell needs a Master to fear and worship. _

*Chapter 81 - The Dark Throne *

Once more, Killer awakened with a gasp and a shudder, his eyes opening wide and staring at the ceiling above without seeing it, while his mind desperately tried to reach back into the world of dreams to hold on to the voice, so familiar and yet unrecognizable, that laughed and urged him to spread his darkness over the entire universe. For several moments he desperately chased shadows in his mind, trying to seize them and tackle them, shutting his eyes tightly and trying to force himself back into the dream... but in the end, he could only let out a tired, frustrated sigh, clawing into the furs that acted as mattress and cursing under his breath as he spread his legs wide, his enormous member semi-hard and eager, still throbbing hungrily because of just how real the dream had felt.

"Always the same dream...?" Gaia quietly asked, standing up from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand resting gently upon his chest. He hadn't immediately noticed, but now he clearly felt the flow of her quiet, gentle, soothing energy entering into his body and helping him relax.

"Well... it is never the same, actually. Just... similar. The same kind of massacres and atrocities." The huge male quietly replied, before making a grimace as he sat up a bit. Katy was at his side in the bed, her body half-wrapped up in one of the Gigataur furs, one hand holding it up to cover her breasts while her other arm half-wrapped affectively around his waist. It took him a moment to realize that her fingers were gently, leisurely scratching into the thick, luscious pubes of his groin, near the base of his enormous cock, and when he looked at her in surprise she first smiled, and then blushed furiously as she realized where her hand had ventured. She immediately pulled it back, awkwardly rubbing it over the thick pelt that she was using to hide her bare breasts, and her voice sounded a bit higher than normal when she asked: "Twice in one night...? I hoped you'd be able to get some quality rest: last night your breathing was calm when you fell asleep."

"You guarded my rest, my little angel...? Thank you. But you shouldn't worry... I've gotten more than enough rest. These dreams are just... disturbing." Killer quietly said, before making a grimace as he looked down at his poor boxers, which had ripped apart and were now nothing but strings and tatters of fabric savagely stretched out by his half-hard member. "Or better, what is disturbing is that I like them... so much."

Katy looked at him with affection, tilting her head to the side a little and smiling supportively, but finding no words to offer him. It was a difficult topic to tackle, for the both of them: Katy was scared by her father's darkness and wanted him to always act as a force of good, and the huge male was particularly ashamed of his dark desires and of his violent past when the little angel was around. That made the discussion awkward, hesitant and full of long silences. She did not want to come across as nagging; she was aware of how difficult it could be for her father to always resist to the lure of darkness, and she did not want him to think, not even for a moment, that she didn't appreciate his efforts and his achievements.

In truth, there was also another reason behind Katy's silence: something was stirring within her, something that was far from disturbed by the idea of her father establishing his dominance over everything and everyone. It was a new facet of her love for him, and one that scared her and aroused her at the same time. She wasn't quite ready for admitting that, angel or not, child of rape or not, she was falling in love even with his darker side.

"I could help you have dreamless nights, if you wanted." Gaia softly reminded, while brewing tea with some leaves coming from the green, luscious plants that wrapped over her breasts, forming a bra of flowers and vines. "I could easily prepare a soothing tea that would ensure your nights are peaceful. But that wouldn't be a true solution, would it...?"

"I'm afraid it wouldn't be, Gaia." The huge male quietly replied, even though he smiled at her with affection and gratitude. "These dreams are trying to tell me something. Apart from... well, apart from the obvious 'you are strong as fuck, so go and crush everybody else underfoot already!' message that they very clearly embody."

"I've been thinking about it. And I think that Sekhmeth bitch has something to do with all this." Ira grunted, and Killer turned to the side to see her resting back in a comfy chair completely covered in Gigataur pelts that Shine had brought home but not yet put to a precise use. She smiled at him, amused by the hint of surprise in his eyes, and shrugged a bit before explaining: "Alexis went out to plow some pussy and plant the seeds for new Amazons, but ordered me to keep an eye on you. You scared Hell and Heaven to death, remember...? We can afford to take it a little easy."

"You. You, saying that we can take it easy." Killer mumbled, shaking his head even as an entertained grin spread on his muzzle. "That is completely out of character. Either we are immediately punished with a major emergency, or you have been replaced by a shapeshifter."

"Very funny, ah-ah-ah-ah. Tickle my armpits, I need to laugh." Ira flatly countered, standing up from the armchair and walking back to the bed, putting one knee onto it and leaning forwards to push an index against the massive head of his cock, which poked out of a large hole in his ruined boxers. "While you lazed and dreamed, I enjoyed the chance to study the rising of your morning wood."

"You could have saved my boxers, then." Killer muttered, but Ira snorted in amusement and countered: "Where is the fun in that...?" She squeezed into the goliath cock, slowly and deliberately, and she gave the smallest, slowest, and gentlest of tugs and strokes to the titanic member, which swelled even greater and audibly tore more of the fabric apart while ridiculously stretching out the elastic waistband. The gigantic shaft grew by more than one foot in length with just that one throb, reducing his underwear to a waistband and scraps of fabric that did nothing to hide the titanic cock, which had ripped its way through one leg.

Katy swallowed hungrily at that, her cheeks burning red, while Ira slowly, sensually licked her lips before leaning down to kiss the colossal member, peeling back the thick foreskin and immediately licking along the edge of the fat, massive head and slurping under the thick, protruding corona, planting kisses all over the monstrous head before winking sensually as Mriya and Elaine walked into the room, carrying a new pair of black boxers. The cobra jerked her head towards the two younger goddesses and commented: "Had I saved your boxers, they would have never forgotten me..." The cobra's voice died down in a hungry growl as she inhaled his mighty, overwhelming scent of maleness and opened her jaws wide, seizing into his shaft with both hands and diving forwards to take the fat, huge head in her mouth, cradling it on her tongue and sucking hard on the solid meat, locking her jaws around it.

Katy watched in awe as Killer bounced a bit in the bed, a jolt of pleasure running up his spine while his cock gave another mighty throb and grew so much larger and greater that Ira's jaws loudly creaked as they were forced open impossibly wide. The cobra murred in delight at that, her arms flexing and her back arching as she jerked him off with both hands, listening to her choking as his thick precum erupted into her throat and burst out of her nostrils. Killer idly seized Ira's skull in one hand, lazily guiding her bobbing movements as his massive shaft thickened and grew enormously, and his eyes glowed as Mriya and Elaine climbed onto the bed, one on either side of their "big sis" Ira.

"Good morning, master-daddy..." Mriya teased, hugging Katy from behind and leaning her head over the cat's shoulder, so she could smirk to her father's with a sensual, ravenous look that made his cock pulse with power, bulging and growing and pushing up towards erection with such force that Ira let out a grunt as she was nearly lifted off the mattress. Mriya's eyes glowed a wonderful sapphire and stared into his eyes with the same kind of commanding adoration that Alexis always reserved for him, making him shudder in delight as her hunger practically washed over him like a tidal wave. Elaine's look was just as lustful and sensual, and looking at the splendid sapphire of her eyes, framed by a long, thin bang of her white hair, with her long ponytail resting on one muscular, powerful shoulder, Killer felt his blood beginning to truly boil. The dragoness winked at him, licking her lips slowly and crawling forwards on the bed with all the grace of a big feline on the prowl, abandoning the new pair of boxers on one of the thick pelts in favor of teasingly rubbing up one of his massive muscular thighs, all the way up until she could claw into the tatters of his underwear and lazily tug on them. "Good morning, Master-daddy... hope you don't mind us being on clothes duty..."

"It's a new role, kind of." Mriya happily added. "We invented it ourselves." She languidly kissed Katy's neck, sitting up on her knees behind her, her powerful legs spread in a V as she hugged her smaller, younger sister close, grinding her breasts into her back... and Katy blushed furiously but let out a little moan of excitement, her eyes fixed into his even as Mriya seized into her firm, fairly-sized swells, squeezing and rolling them teasingly together.

Ira forcefully pumped his enormous member, her hands moving back and forth and rolling teasingly over the massive girth, to spread his thick, slick precum all over his obsidian meat, making it shine, her own drool and spittle adding to the mess as she rocked her head back and forth, sucking hard and using her tongue to milk him of his precious, rich essence. Her long, forked tongue wrapped several times around his cock and squeezed with amazing force, just as she crawled forwards with a hungry grown, burying more of his colossal length down her throat even as he stiffened and grew in her maw, hardening up fully, choking her as her neck bulged out with his enormous girth.

Mriya gently took Katy's hands in hers and pulled them down until the Gigataur pelt fell off, revealing her bare breasts. The cat blushed, sneaking gazes at the far greater boobs on all of the other girls present, but Killer smiled reassuringly and softly stroked her cheek, and she immediately looked more at ease.

"My little, beautiful angel..." Killer whispered, reaching up to reverently touch the profile of one of her young, fresh breasts, and Katy held her breath but smiled, instinctively pushing her chest out for him, before Mriya seized into her other swell, squeezing on it appreciatively and planting little kisses down the side of her neck.

"Help us out, sis..." Mriya teased, squeezing lightly into Katy's hand and guiding it towards the ripped-apart black boxers of the huge male, who merely spread his legs a bit wider, watching as his daughters worked to please him. He grunted in bliss when Katy's hand reluctantly yet eagerly gripped into the torn fabric of his boxers, touching him in the process, in places and in ways that they had never before dared even talking about... and then Mriya moved her own hand off Katy's, just so she could hungrily grip into the base of his hard, enormous member. Killer let out a hiss of pleasure and surprise, as that was the first time for Mriya as well, and her eyes glinted with awe and satisfaction as she squeezed into the hard, solid flesh, rubbing a finger down the curvy course of one thick vein before energetically stroking him, jerking back and forth. Elaine growled in hunger and lust and gripped into the goliath shaft with both of her hands, beginning to work his great length with passion, and Katy herself, even while blushing furiously, moved her hand over and hesitatingly, tremblingly pushed her palm into his hot, hard, pulsing meat.

"My god... daddy..." The feline whispered, before her fingers tentatively wrapped around his huge girth, failing miserably, and he looked at her with a smile, wondering, legitimately, if she had intended it as an exclamation or if he was referring to him as her god. Not that it mattered, anyway. It was hearing her calling him "daddy" that mattered.

"Yes... our great, mighty daddy..." Elaine purred, working her hands rapidly along the great shaft, bumping into Ira's own hands at the top and into Mriya's at the bottom as they all worked to cover the goliath length, before the dragoness and Mriya traded a gaze and leaned forwards with a hungry growl, mouthing the two sides of the behemoth cock, nipping into it, dragging their teeth over the solid flesh and bulging veins, licking and slurping and then kissing it with passion. Killer grunted in delight at that, looking down at them with a wide grin and instinctively thrusting hard down Ira's throat, before he turned to the side as Gaia amusedly exclaimed: "Oh, come on now. Leave me some space too, this is totally unfair!"

He looked at her and licked his lips slowly as the flowers covering her breasts retreated and vanished, revealing her spectacular body in all its glory as she climbed onto the bed and leaned down to kiss him... and while he wrestled her tongue back into her mouth, hugging her to his chest, he couldn't help but snicker inwardly as he saw that, before coming over, she had put up some other tea to ensure they would all get a cup. His attention shifted back immediately as she straddled his chest, squeezing him between her thighs and grinding her how, wet centre against his thick, powerful pecs, spreading her hot juices on him, while reaching behind her back to grip into his hard, enormous shaft. Her eyes glowed with amusement and adoration at the ease with which her hands found space on his enormous length, even as all the other girls worked on him, even as Ira pushed forwards, gargling as she forced more of his immense girth down her throat.

He worked hungrily against and with her tongue, and his eyes burned with amusement at her expression, at the way her hands squeezed into his steel-hard shaft, and he grunted in delight as she bent forwards to push her breasts into him, grinding slowly and sensually against his body. Their kiss broke after a long few moments, and the goddess of nature smirked and winked before sliding slowly, sensually back, grinding her wet sex down his abs and then pushing it against his enormous cock, making him grunt in bliss with her heat and wetness, as her firm buttocks ground into his hard flesh, moving rapidly up and down along it as she bucked and rode him like a stallion, pushing her hands down on his chest.

Mriya and Elaine gripped into what little remained of his boxers and effortlessly ripped them definitively asunder, before slowly and teasingly working over his groin and thighs to get the pieces of fabric out of the way, while pushing their faces into the huge member, licking it, lapping over it, covering it in shiny drool, their tongues drawing small circles and swirling back and forth along the thick veins as they slowly and worshipfully worked their way up to the top, blessing each inch with a new kiss, their black lipstick leaving lips marks that were only faintly recognizable over the obsidian meat.

Ira slowly moved back in time with their creeping upwards, and Killer hissed as she sucked hard, squeezing him with her long, powerful tongue, dragging slowly back, inch by inch, milking him on the go, until his massive, fat cockhead tore out of her jaws with a loud, wet pop followed by a thick gush of slobber and precum before the cobra could swallow down the rest of the huge load of potent mixture. Gaia grinned widely and rolled off his chest, laying down at his side instead, pushing her head into the base of his shaft and offering her soaked, hot sex in full view and easy reach of his mouth as she scissored her legs open. She kissed his enormous member and grinned at him, winking: her move was intended to give him full, unimpeded view of his daughters clashing for the right to be the first to suck him off.

Mriya and Elaine dragged their tongues up the sides of the great shaft and hungrily licked the mighty, fat head clean as soon as it came out of Ira's mouth, the two sisters slurping on the thick meat and half-kissing at the same time, before they both tried to open their jaws to suck him, and Mriya all but gritted her fangs and growled, leaning forwards against her sister. The dragoness growled back for a moment, but retreated nonetheless, watching with hunger and envy as Mriya opened her jaws as wide as she could, cradled the fat cock on her tongue and stuffed her mouth full of dark meat, gargling on it as it immediately bumped into the back of her throat, his sheer immensity causing her to huff and struggle, tilting her head this way and that while her cheeks bulged out and her eyes glowed with delight, looking down at him with adoration and triumph. Finally, she was getting what she had dreamt about for so long.

Elaine roughly seized into Mriya's hair and skull, forcing her head hard forwards while feeding her more of the enormous shaft with the other hand, and the dragoness grinned and leaned down to lick up her bulging cheek, before growling: "Deeper, sis! You wanted first dibs? Now show us that you deserve it."

Killer hissed in bliss at that, closing his eyes for a brief instant as Mriya choked loudly and then coughed and gagged, spittle and drool and precum bursting out around his immense girth even as she did her best to suck and swallow down. Elaine was merciless, shoving her down even harder, and Mriya was happy to play along, even as she seized into one of the dragoness's huge breasts, squeezing and twisting and pinching. Elaine winched a bit but only smiled even wider, forcing her sister to dive deeper and bob her head rapidly back and forth, and Killer arched his back with a growl of pure delight as thick, hot slobber burst out of his daughter's nostrils and leaked out of the corners of her mouth, streaking down his immense shaft and bulging outwards in large bubbles and hanging in thick, solid ropes that soon draped all over her boson, while she sucked and slurped hard, even while gagging, generating a cacophony of wet, obscene, messy sounds that was so loud and wild to cause Katy to blush furiously, her face a mask of awe and embarrassment as she watched on in disbelief. "Drown the greedy bitch, daddy! She thought she could deal with you as a complete beginner..."

"Cocky of her." Killer teasingly agreed, before playfully thrusting into her face, his cock bumping hard into the back of her throat until she managed to swallow him into her throat, her eyes glowing with intense satisfaction as she buried more than two feet of huge, girthy shaft down her neck in one smooth movement. "But she is a fast learner, isn't she...?" He added, winking at his beloved daughters as Mriya did her best to breathe through her nostrils, the air coming out with a wet squelch and a little whistle as more thick fluids burst out while she pushed her head forwards, deepthroating him as far as she could go.

Elaine shoved her further down, but at the same time tenderly kissed her bulging cheek and licked up the bubbling slobber, whispering: "That's better, sis... come on, suck it, suck it, suck it... harder!"

Mriya murred eagerly around the enormous cock, pumping it and squeezing it in her hands as she bobbed her head rapidly back and forth, trying to push deeper every few moments, and the dragoness ground into her and fed her the gigantic shaft, her own hands bumping into hers as they worked their father's massive member, and Killer could barely control himself, feeling his pleasure mounting in waves as the young, stupendous goddesses worked their tongues all over his goliath member, covering it in hot, slick drool. He almost lost control of his body when Mriya pushed forwards with a murr of endless lust and choked obscenely while another ten inches of titan cock were forced into her gullet, her eyes half-lidding and rolling up in her head. For a moment, he could only see the white of her eyes as she shuddered in bliss and shock, amazed by the feel of his member pushing towards her stomach. He growled in bliss, his back arching and his muscles flexing with the immense pleasure burning in his veins, and his gigantic shaft throbbed hard, swelling even larger as an enormous load of precum rushed up and erupted into her throat, making her cough and gag loudly as the thick, powerful stuff burst thickly out of her lips even though they were sealed around his girth and stretched out. More of it erupted out of her nostrils and it threatened to all but come out of her ears even as she retreated by a good margin, gaining some room she used to swallow down mouthful after mouthful of the rich, masculine essence.

It was one of the loudest, messiest blowjobs Killer had ever enjoyed, and every obscene sound sent a jolt of delight up his spine as he drank of it all, grinning widely as Ira bent down with a growl and lapped up as much thick precum as she could, almost suckling it out of Mriya's nostrils and chewing on it, gargling on it, amazingly thick as it was, and full of enormous sperms. The cobra drenched her hands in the flood and smeared the thick precum all over her breasts and abs, then up over her neck and all over her features, before reaching forwards to hug Katy, gently pulling her closer and at the same time smearing pre all over her young, firm breasts. The young feline girl blushed deep red, but did nothing to get away from the contact, instead pushing her chest out as Ira began to gently smear thick pre all over her nipples, and Killer watched on in bliss, licking his lips hungrily, until he held his breath in amazement as Katy turned around to face him and pushed her large breasts upwards, beginning to lick the rich pre off her nipples, slowly, sensually. Her cheeks burned red and she was a bit stiff, a bit nervous, and her movements were a bit awkward because of it, but if possible that only made them even more seductive, and when she slowly stroked a cum-drenched hand down her abs to just above the waistband of her panties, he let out a hot breath and reached forwards to touch her soaked underwear, seeking permission in her eyes before grinding two fingers down the puffy, welcoming lips of her sex, which showed pretty clearly through the fabric. "What would your mother do to us if she walked in right now...?" Killer teasingly asked, and Katy blushed furiously but breathed: "I don't know... and I'm not sure I want to ever find out. I know what I'd do to her, though..." And with great surprise and delight of the huge male, she pursed her cum-drenched lips and kissed an inexistent cheek, before smiling widely, face covered in thick ropes of pre and innocent eyes sparkling as she purred: "I love you, mommy. But I think I love daddy even more..."

"Fuck...!" Killer exclaimed, surprised and delighted, and Ira chose that very moment to wrap her arms around Elaine, their mouths joining in a hungry, wet kiss as the cobra opened her lips and pushed out a mouthful of potent precum and drool, sharing it with the dragoness, their tongues dancing sloppily in the dense mess, pushing it back and forth from one mouth to the other, forming thick, heavy ropes of the rich stuff. Killer grunted in bliss at the sight, beginning to thrust harder and faster into Mriya's face and gripping into her skull to guide her movements, while he tilted his head sideways, between Gaia's legs, pushing his muzzle into her soaked, dripping sex with a feral growl of hunger. He savored the warm juice, slurping over her welcoming labia, and the goddess smiled and playfully bucked her his back against his large muzzle while burying her face into the thick, curly hair on his crotch, loudly inhaling his strong, masculine scent while she kissed the base of his enormous member, half-hugging it and reaching down to squeeze one heavy, massive testicle.

Mriya pulled slowly backwards so that the huge blasts of precum had room to flood her throat, and she swallowed the thick stuff down in great gulps, sealing her lips around the goliath girth as best she could and suckling hard, ravenously, moving her tongue against the hard meat and moving her hands in tandem along the shaft, pumping it rapidly, milking him for even more of his mighty pre-seed, her eyes burning with craving as she gazed straight into his own.

It was her first time and it showed, but her hunger and her beauty more than made up for it, making the huge male arch his back with a growl of pure bliss, a shiver running down his spine as he thrust into her mouth with a little more strength, with a bit more speed, his fingers entangled in her hair as he pulled her by the back of the skull, their eyes locked together. He had dreamed and dreaded that very moment, craving it and yet resisting it for so long... and now the pleasure mounted in waves within it, fire pumping in his veins as his beloved daughter seized into his hip with one hand and reached down to firmly grip one colossal ball with the other, rolling and squeezing the mighty orb to send even more of his rich batter exploding inside her. She moaned blissfully, hefting the massive testicle in her hand and rolling it lovingly while she worked her tongue as best she could against his massive member, but he was so thick that there was no space, and every movement took mastery and determination. She had the second in spades, and rapidly built up the first, rocking her head back and forth and slipping her tongue forwards on each backstroke, until she managed to wrap her long, flexible tongue several times around his goliath member, sucking hard and milking him, squeezing into the hard flesh, nibbling slightly at it with her teeth, and pushing deep, as deep as she could until her gag reflex loudly kicked in. Killer grinned and threw his head back with a sigh of bliss, snorting steam out of his nostrils in amusement at the thought that she was deliberately making it wet, messy, obscene and loud because she had already figured out that he liked it the most that way.

Ira and Elaine, meanwhile, were putting up a delicious show for him, just as messy and obscene, kissing hungrily as they ground their great breasts together with enough hunger and energy to make it look like a fight, their hands stroking and squeezing into their powerful bodies, feeling spectacular thighs and massive biceps while their tongues wrestled together, pushing huge snowballs of thick precum back and forth. They slurped up thick ropes of dense precum mixed with their drool, and teasingly draped those long, stretchy strings over each other's head, streaking them over their sumptuous bosoms, smearing his essence over their abs and thighs... and Katy watched on with a blush, embarrassed but also aroused and instinctively moving closer and closer to them, her hand absently wandering downwards to rub over her soaked lace panties. And after a moment, when she breathlessly craned her neck to take a close look at the puddles of thick precum and slobber in the cleavages of the two goddesses, Elaine broke the kiss with Ira, grinned widely and wrapped a huge, powerful arm around her smaller sister's shoulders, yanking her playfully closer and ruffling her hair with a hand that was drenched in the potent stuff, smearing it all over her head and features, before hugging her, grinding her soaked body into hers and gently kissing her.

Katy's cheeks burned, but she did nothing to break free, instead letting out a little moan and slowly parting her lips, allowing the dragoness to push forth a thick rope of precum, her tongue leading it into Katy's maws. The cat shuddered a bit at the sheer thickness and at the potent taste, but her tongue pushed up to receive the gift and slowly twisted around with Elaine's, wrapping the strong rope around in a rich mess, until she swallowed a thick gulp of it. Elaine smiled and began to move back, but Katy, to the surprise of them all, gripped firmly into her arm and shoulder and refused to let go, chasing after her muzzle to prolong their kiss and hungrily demand more of his load.

"Katy, I think you are on the way to truly become one of us... in the good ways as in the slutty ways." Ira amusedly commented, and the feline girl smirked a bit even though Elaine hungrily nibbled at her lips, covering them with her much larger mouth, effortlessly reaching down to grip the cat by the firm buttocks, hefting her up like a doll, squeezing her against her chest. Katy was all too happy to play along, wrapping her legs around her big sister's frame as best she could, while grinding into her powerful body, covering herself in thick fluids.

"And it's about time, too... let go, dear, and enjoy the pleasures of life... We won't let mom know it. Not yet, at least." Gaia playfully piped up, while lovingly nuzzling the base of the enormous shaft, and Katy grinned awkwardly but nodded when Elaine broke the kiss and pulled back, gazing at her with an amused snicker.

Killer smiled softly at that, resting back in the bed and savoring the trickle of hot juice coming steadily out of Gaia, massaging her powerful thigh as it spasmed with a shudder of pleasure when his tongue twisted around inside of her, and he grunted as Mriya's tongue rolled around his huge girth once more, each of her gulps massaging his member as her throat-muscles flexed against him, and he felt himself hardening up even further, his shaft stiffening and his breath becoming rougher as she worked herself harder over the goliath cock. A glint in her eyes told him that she had caught the signs, and he grunted again as she squeezed hard into his shaft, rolling her hands around the immense girth and drawing her head back more than three feet before diving forwards hard, gargling and choking loudly, spluttering as the thick pre erupted out of her nostrils and her neck bulged obscenely, her face a mask of slobber, her cheeks streaked black with melted eyeliner as she let out a growling moan of pure bliss, a shudder running down her spine as both of her father's hands gripped into her skull before he forcefully yanked her forwards to meet his thrusts as he picked up force and pace, thrusting rapidly in her mouth, forcing deeper with each slam.

He felt his orgasm mounting rapidly, and all of the girls felt and saw it coming in the way the veins on his goliath cock bulged out in even clearer definition as his shaft stiffened and swelled even further while he slammed hard down into Mriya's throat. She worked him up to the edge, her tongue sliding up and down along the length while squeezing into it in multiple loops. He spread his legs a bit further, growling as he felt his pleasure skyrocketing and felt his load beginning to stir... and Mriya swiftly pulled back, while strangling his member in the spiral formed by her tongue, milking it hard, squeezing hard every inch of the way back, wiping his shaft clean of the thick mixture of pre and drool. When it tore out of her jaws with a loud, wet pop, the huge shaft was clean and shiny, completely coated in her drool, while her tongue scooped up a huge mouthful of thick precum that she did her best to swallow even as she coughed raw, gargling on the full load of masculine essence obstructing her throat. Her voice was hoarse and raw when she angled the enormous cock towards Elaine, Ira and Katy, pumping the great member rapidly as Killer grunted in delight, his orgasm receding somewhat but pure bliss continuing to rush through his veins as a massive blast of precum exploded out of him and splashed upon the girls' faces, covering their features in mighty sperm and flooding their cleavages even as they all opened their mouths to welcome the flood, while even more of the rich batter fired across the room and nearly tore through the wall of pelts of the tent.

"Who's next, sisters...? Come on, don't make him wait or I'll have to beat you down to pulp." Mriya commanded, grinning widely even as thick slobber dangled in ropes from her chin. Elaine crawled forwards without hesitation, growling hungrily as he gripped into the shaft with both hands and pushed her muzzle straight against the enormous cockhead, pushing her tongue out and into his vast cumslit, slurping up the thick pre directly from there while her beautiful eyes did all the talking, locking with his and glinting with adoration and lust. Elaine kissed, mouthed, slurped up the thick pre like it was ambrosia, blowing bubbles in it, struggling, gargling as she swallowed it all, until Mriya grinned predatorily and gripped into her long white hair, moving it back out of the way and collecting it all in a tail she strangled in one hand, while the other seized the dragoness's skull and forced her to nuzzle the great cock harder, her features rubbing into the solid flesh. "Come on, sis... don't waste your time. Let's see how you handle our daddy, our master, our god."

The dragoness's eyes only glowed in delight at that, and she hungrily lapped up the massive, fat head before purring: "Glad to show you how it's done..."

She opened her jaws wide, pushing her tongue out under the enormous member as she angled it down and into her maws, her breath whistling out of her nose as she carefully avoided snagging it with her sharp teeth, before she sealed her lips around it and sucked, hard, swallowing a thick load of precum down as the male growled blissfully and arched his back, eyes half-lidding in pleasure as he gazed down at his beloved daughters. Their beautiful, angelic faces were in splendid contrast with the lustful, hungry, greedy light in their sapphire eyes and he just couldn't help but growl in pleasure at the sight of their light make-up streaking down their cheeks as their features were covered by thick masks of drool and precum.

"You cocky bitch." Mriya playfully grumbled at her sister's taunt, and she shoved her head hard forwards, grinning widely as the dragoness's eyes bulged wide as the goliath shaft bumped hard in the back of her throat and began to stretch the tight passage out, making her cough loudly, her chest heaving and thick juices exploding out of the corners of her mouth and even out of her flaring nostrils. "What, too much...?" Mriya mercilessly teased, smirking as she held her sister's head down when her gag reflex made her retreat on instinct, and Killer threw his head back with a growl of pure bliss at the loud, racking cough that came from the black-and-white scaled female. Elaine only pushed forwards even further, however, while tugging on his shaft with her hands, pushing it down her throat until the stiff, harder-than-steel member forced its way into her gullet, and she moaned in bliss as she finally began to swallow down inch after inch after inch.

"That's it... show daddy that you can serve him real well..." Mriya teased, leaning down to kiss her bulging cheek, gazing hungrily up at her father as she forced her sister's head down and rolled one of his huge testicles, pushing her muzzle into the base of his hard member. "There is nothing we would not do for you, daddy... nothing..." She promised with a hoarse, sensual voice, and he couldn't help but lick his lips slowly, clawing into the bed as Elaine began to rock her head rapidly back and forth, slurping obscenely, sucking loudly, drooling all over the great shaft, chocking and gargling on the mixture of juices that burst out in torrents around his immense girth and spluttered out of her nostrils whenever he flooded her with his lubricant, fertile, rich, dense, heavy batter. Mriya planted little, loving kisses down the length of his member before burying her face in his balls with a moan of bliss, grinding her features into his sweaty testicles and mouthing one, sucking on it, stuffing her mouth full with the thick flesh of his sack, growling in ravenous hunger as she attempted to stuff one of the enormous sperm-tanks into her maws, but it was just too huge and she pulled back just to spit on it, covering it in drool that she eagerly smeared all over the mighty orb before trying again, this time stuffing her cheeks full and pulling hard backwards, taxing his glorious sack. "Fuck, yeah...!" Killer approved, grabbing her by the skull as she pulled slowly back, sucking hard as she dragged his enormous ball as far as it would go, until the great orb tore out of her mouth with a loud, wet, obscene pop. "The most powerful male to ever exist..." Mriya purred, and the love and adoration in her voice sent a shiver of delight down his spine, before Elaine pushed forwards, burying his shaft extra deep inside her flexing, working throat, sucking hard and making a loud slurping noise that captured his attention again, and made him arch his back with a groan of bliss, his muscles flexing and his toes curling as the dragoness bobbed her head rapidly back and forth, before pulling back rapidly, his cock tearing out of her maws with a huge gush of mixed juices that Ira eagerly slurped up, bending down to push her features under the flow, while Elaine swallowed thickly, the spat the rest of the messy load over his great cock, her hands jerking him off at a fast, almost vicious rhythm, spreading that wetness all over his goliath shaft as she hungrily licked over the massive head, attacking it from all sides.

Mriya growled in appreciation at that, but in that clash for their father's approval and attention, she immediately redoubled her efforts, showering his balls in worshipful kisses before wiggling her tongue against the base of his great tower of black flesh, before slowly, hungrily dragging it up every inch of the way to the top of the immense cock. Elaine seized into the shaft just beneath the fat head and she jerked him off rapidly, milking him, her jaws open wide and her tongue greedily cradling the great member until it throbbed and blasted an enormous load of precum straight into her mouth, filling it to overflow in the first two seconds even as she swallowed greedily... and immediately she began to rub the rich batter into her breasts and over her abs, bathing in it and loudly inhaling the air heavy with his mighty scent, craving it, needing it. And when Mriya moved up and tried to wrap her lips around the great cock again, the dragoness gave her the finger and dived forwards with a hungry growl, taking him in as deep as she dared, while the ligeress first glared at her, then gripped her by the skull and forcefully yanked her deeper, growling: "Deeper, sis, deeper! I took him deeper! He deserves better!"

Killer gritted his fangs with a snarl of pure bliss, seizing his two daughters by the skulls and thrusting harder and deeper inside Elaine, loving the way she choked and gargled, loving the way her throat flexed and squeezed around his girth, adoring her wildness, her eagerness and the way her tongue, like Mriya's before, rapidly built up skill and managed to slither around his shaft, looping several times around it.

He propped himself up on his elbows, grinning widely, growling like a feral beast as he enjoyed that glorious sight, his pleasure building up rapidly, threatening to explode out of control as jolts of electricity ran down his form, while those of the girls around him burned with passion and ecstasy, their pussies squirting out hot juice that had already soaked the bed of pelts, their hips bucking with their orgasms, their cheeks no doubt flushed, but so drenched with his thick essence that he couldn't see it. Ira and Gaia mouthed and slurped and kissed and lapped on that almost half of immense shaft that the young goddesses couldn't possibly suck, and the huge male let out a hot growl of pleasure when their tongues rolled all over his thick, monstrous medial ring, their lips planting worshipful kisses all along that pussy-destroying instrument of conquest and dominance... And just when he thought it couldn't possibly get any better, Katy abandoned her hesitations and worries and joined them, one of her hands stroking his member, one sliding up his abs while she kissed and mouthed and nibbled at his hard flesh.

He pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Elaine's neck, locking her in a powerful hold as he began to thrust rapidly with his hips, slamming into her face again and again and again, his massive shaft hardening up fully and rubbing her throat raw as she moaned out first in surprise, then in delight, which only made him thrust even harder as the pleasure mounted, fire burning in his loins as he snarled like a feral beast... before he let Elaine go, and indeed shoved her roughly backwards before sitting up a bit in the bed, gripping into his enormous shaft and pumping out the first of many enormous loads of seed, his back arching and a roar escaping his jaws while the females, Katy included, gathered before him, chests pushed out for him, mouths open wide, tongues extended, eyes glowing in adoration and craving as all of their hands worked rapidly over his goliath length.

He swung his cock from side to side while blasting out that first volley, and the thick load splattered all over their faces and into their mouths and cascaded all over their breasts even as much of it fired far past them, and more and more huge bursts of seed shot over their faces and bodies as he thrust into their eager hands again and again, growling hungrily and flexing as they sucked and swallowed greedily, moaning and almost squealing in delight and triumph, loving the taste of his semen, adoring the power in it, the fertility, the vigor, the dense and rich batter full of immense sperms that scared and aroused them at the same time...

And their own muscles flexed as their bodies basked in all that great energy, absorbing it, glowing with it, their eyes burning in the semi-darkness of the tent.

And when it finally began to slow down, they saw back, panting hard and coughing on the thick load, struggling to open eyes that were glued shut by the dense batter, their bodies flexing and burning with his energies and power... and they all shivered in ecstasy when Killer slowly lowered his head to gaze down at them, panting lightly and grinning widely, offering them a teasing wink while his member throbbed hard, fully ready and eager for more, still spilling out heavy ropes of potent semen.

He sat back with a blissful sigh, closing his eyes for a brief moment, and he smiled as he said: "Thank you, girls... best awakening in quite a while."

"Thank you, daddy..." Mriya purred, leaning down over his abs and chest and hugging him, even though it meant smearing him thickly with his own seed. "You kept us waiting for a long time, but it was worth every minute."

"Resisting your teasing was one of the most difficult things I ever had to do." Killer admitted, smiling as he squeezed Mriya and Elaine against his sides, the two goddesses snuggling happily against him, leaning their heads on his chest. "But it was also delightful in its own way."

"And this is just a new beginning, dad..." Elaine whispered, before leaning forwards to kiss his cheek, plastering it with his own thick, potent semen. "What will follow will be even better."

"I'm sure of it..." Killer amusedly agreed, murring in delight as Mriya leaned over his chest to sloppily lick her sister's face clean of the thick sperm, and Katy, sweet little Katy, crawled forwards and looked at him quietly, as if asking for permission. He gave her a smile and a quiet nod, and the feline beamed before slowly reaching forwards, kissing Mriya's cum-drenched cheek and suckling up the rich batter, lapping it up in huge mouthfuls. Ira and Gaia laid down on either side of him, their soaked vaginas on display and offered up to his mouth while they hungrily pumped the last heavy splatters of cum out of his cock, before taking turns in sucking him, alternating moments of sloppy, slow and loving bobs to frenetic assaults in which their heads rocked wildly back and forth, trying to push deeper than ever before.

"What a beast, daddy... you become stronger and bigger with every week that passes..." Elaine praised, shaking her head in quiet disbelief as she stroked his goliath shaft, fingers teasing the wide opening of his cumslit, sinking into thick semen ready to flood out. She pushed her long digits inside, burying them down to the hilt and then pulling back, watching as a dense rope of that almighty semen stretched out and bent down under its own weight. "Your precum alone could give life to entire new universes."

"I know Vesta ran a few calculations about it... the numbers were too big for me to grasp. But you have a sharp mind, and might do better." Killer playfully teased, before grunting a bit as he sat up in the bed. "They are amusing thoughts, but for the immediate future, I'd be happy to just take a piss".

Mriya and Elaine traded a hungry, eager gaze before flicking their wrists and large glass goblets appeared in their grip before they looked up at him and slowly, sensually licked their muzzles.

"Hey, you two, that's nasty...!" Killer commented, but he couldn't restrain the grin that spread on his own lips. Mriya adoringly seized into his thighs and began to lift them up from the bed of pelts, and the huge male let her do, looking curious, before his eyes widened as he understood what was coming.

"Nah... This is nasty!" Mriya remarked as she guided her ass up off the bed, gripping into his muscular buttocks and leaning her muzzle under his titanic balls, inhaling his potent scent there as she pushed her lips against his tailhole, kissing the tight ring of muscle, drooling over it and then licking slowly and reverently across his asshole, cleaning it and making it shine. Katy blushed furiously at that, her legs trembling and her mouth gaping open in shock, but Elaine only murred in appreciation and envy, her fingers working over her clit as she watched for several moments... before all but shouldering Mriya out of the way, pushing her own muzzle into the male's musky, sweaty crack to continue that work of worship.

The huge male wanted to protest, say that it was too much, that it was too degrading for them, but before he could find the words Mriya leaned two fingers gently against his lips and shushed him, smiling as she explained: "Daddy, we've had the glory of your strength, of your body, of your virility in our eyes since we were born. We measure the world in comparison to you... and boy, is it even a tiny, weak, outclassed world! Nothing comes close, and still you keep growing even stronger." She paused and reached down to tap a finger over the tattoo of a crown, drawn over one of her glorious quad muscles, and Elaine slowly withdrew from his ass, allowing him to lay down again while she drew his attention to the very same drawing, well visible on her hip. "We are... no, not size queens. That is reductive. We have hungers that only you can satiate. We are size goddesses. We crave you, your power, and your strong hand to lead us. And there is nothing we won't do for you."

Killer swallowed thickly at that, not entirely sure about how to take her words. A grin spread on his lips as part of him burned with lustful delight, but there was another part of him that almost regretted their dedication as it was, effectively, excessive. They only smiled at him with complete happiness, however, and that washed away many of his concerns.

Ira gazed thoughtfully at the crown tattoo on the two princesses, and finally smirked in entertainment as she observed: "I think these will not be the last crown tattoos to appear in this family."

Killer turned towards her with a curious tilt of his head, and she grinned widely while announcing: "I like it, and I like the concept. I'm getting mine as soon as I can."

Gaia smiled a little at that, making a little musing sound, and a glint in her eyes told him that she was seriously considering about getting it too. She stood up from the bed, however, and easily cleaned herself with a flick of her wrist, the cum and all the other juices vanishing away in a glow of energy as she walked back to the small table where the cups of tea waited. "Breakfast?"

"That would be great." Killer gratefully replied, and the goddess of Nature made a gentle wave with her hands, cleaning all of their bodies before handing out the cups of hot tea. Killer took his own and let out a little sigh, thinking back to the dreams that had haunted his night, and once more wondering what caused them, and how he could make them stop. He took a little sip of Gaia's special and incredibly delicious tea, knowing that it would make him feel a lot better... but he was also aware that the relief was only going to be temporary.

"You worry too much, Killer." Ira finally said, putting down her cup after taking a long sip. "Realistic as they might be, they are just dreams, ok...? We've always been around you. You haven't gone destroying planets outside of your dreams, so you shouldn't beat yourself up like this."

Killer made a bit of a grimace at that, wanting to agree with her and yet feeling that something wasn't right. "Outside of my dreams, yeah... remember when Sobek and Anubis managed to kidnap Alexis and me in our sleep? What if... this is something like that? Hell, my first time into Heaven happened in my sleep, and a projection of my body was in the bed all along."

"It is different, Killer." Ira reassured without hesitation. "You have not been traveling away, in spirit or otherwise, during your sleep. I can assure you that you never moved. We've kept an eye on you ever since you started having these nightmares, and we have detected nothing strange. No weird energies, no teleporting, no incorporeal travel."

The huge male shifted a bit on the spot, uncomfortable with himself, unable to take as much relief from her reassurances as he would have liked. "They are not normal dreams. There is... something about them." He muttered, even though it made him feel embarrassed. He hated being unable to explain it, and hated the distinct feeling of coming across as a scaredy cat, worried by something insignificant. Even though Mriya, Elaine, Katy and Gaia looked at him with nothing but affection and understanding, there was something that he felt humiliating in them witnessing the profound uneasiness that his dreams put into him, as well as his unsuccessful attempts to understand and describe the problem. Killer was a prideful creature, who absolutely hated failing or coming across as inadequate in any way, and that only made him even more embarrassed whenever he couldn't get quickly on top of a problem.

"There is no reason to fear them turning into reality, dad." Ira gently but firmly remarked, and he smiled a bit as she called him father, something that she very rarely dared doing when others were watching. "Not until you make your own decisions. Not until we are here to ensure no one can ever impose their will on you."

"And we will always be here for you, daddy." Mriya added with decision, before Elaine smirked and teasingly added: "And we will always make sure that your will rules upon that of others. Not vice versa." She did not say that they were ready to follow him into darkness if he decided to head that way, because Katy was there and nobody wanted to spook her in any way, but it was all too clear in her tone and in the gaze of adoration she reserved to him. The huge male could only smile and nod gratefully, touched and relieved by their dedication. Katy, at the same time, looked down at his abs, idly massaging over the powerful muscle while she thought about the problem, recalling her many reads in search of possible answers... but frustratingly, none seemed good and so she quietly asked: "What do you think is the source of these dreams...? Have they started with your recent, rapid growth...?"

"I've had them for a while, now... but they have certainly become a lot more frequent and a lot more extreme in this period. The stronger I get, the more I dream of this... stuff." The huge male quietly replied, and Ira looked thoughtful for several long moments before muttering: "I don't know how, but I'm convinced that that Sekhmeth bitch has something to do with all of this. I don't remember you having these nightmares before starting to train with her."

"Oh, come on, now... you've guarded me during that training, several times. And all other times someone else has accompanied me. I've never spent time alone with Sekhmeth." Killer playfully countered, and he glared a bit at the cobra, as if to accuse her for the chances he had missed. The goddess of Destruction, after all, had a clear and ostentatious passion for him and was more than willing to open her thighs for him, but there had never been a chance to make it happen. He liked Sekhmeth, both in physical terms and in character terms: the goddess was proud, independent, full of energy and always ready to tease; she had a huge lust for combat and bloodshed and an even greater one for the pleasures of the flesh. She could be deliciously slutty when she wanted to be, and very serious when the situation called for it. She was ancient, and had great wisdom and a vast knowledge of the universe and of its rules. She was incredibly strong and had a formidable control over all of her power: she could dissolve an entire planet with literally zero effort, and when she flexed her muscles she was more than a match even for him. She had taught him a lot and he was sure that she could teach him at least as much again... and she was willing to do so. She had always been loyal to him in the time they had spent together. "She helped us, and never tried to lure us into a trap or anything else... had she wanted to, she would have had several good occasions to exploit. Why are you still so wary of her...?" He paused, then grinned widely as he booped her nose and enquired: "Are you just being jealous and territorial, maybe...?"

The cobra snorted in entertainment at that, shaking her head slowly as she crawled forwards, leaning down over his chest, grinding her abs into his and pushing her sumptuous bosom into his face as she remarked: "I'm always jealous of you, and territorial. She is another bitch I have to share you with, and I've never been too good at sharing. But I'm serious. Something about her still doesn't feel right to me."

Killer made a bit of a grimace at that, not knowing what to reply. He truly liked Sekhmeth, and not just for her body. He looked forwards to spending more time with her, certainly because he knew that it was only a matter of time before he got the chance to bury his cock deep inside her, but also because he enjoyed her company. She always said what she thought and meant what she said, and she had an immense treasure of knowledge built up over the course of her long life. She had traveled the universe more than anyone else had, and she had visited a lot of words that not even Vesta had ever touched. She always had great stories to tell and information to provide and Killer loved it all. She was interesting, as well as beautiful and flirtatious. She could make his blood boil with a masterful sway of hips or just with one of her lascivious gazes, and he knew for sure that she would prove to be an eager, insatiable lover. She had given him no reason to doubt of her: all the information she had provided had turned out correct; her warnings had been timely and had allowed him to react in the best of ways to incoming assaults from distant worlds or from the Spire, and she had worked hard to make him stronger and stronger. She adored his immense power and his unmatched physical superiority and she loved pushing him even higher: every extra inch of solid muscle was a triumph to her eyes and an amazement as she tried to find his limits only to see him smashing right through them. He struggled to imagine Sekhmeth as anything other than a friend: would an enemy seek to make him stronger, after all? He very much doubted it.

And yet, he felt it too. A mild, well hidden and yet lingering doubt. A fear, perhaps, that he unconsciously silenced but that that never really vanished. Ira was very rarely wrong and she over the years she had learned to read people just as well, or even better, as Alexis could by invading their minds. The cobra had been surrounded by enemies, rivals and false friends for all her life and that experience allowed her to always pick up any little sign of dishonesty and hostility in those around her. If she still couldn't trust Sekhmeth, Killer had to take notice of the fact and keep his eyes wrong, because something, in some way, truly wasn't right.

"We have never noticed anything out of order during the training sessions." Gaia calmly said, reminding me of that simple but key fact. Killer had never undergone Sekhmeth's training without a Disciple escorting him and keeping an eye on things, and in no case there had been troubles of any sort. Yet, from her tone it was clear that even the goddess of Nature recognized the danger, and in fact she resumed talking after just a brief pause for thought. "But perhaps it is better if two of us, or more, come along next time. More eyes, more minds. There might be something at play that none of us has sensed. Maybe in a group we'll... see things differently."

"We can try that out. If there is something threatening you, we will make sure to squish it out of existence, whatever and whoever it might be." Mriya agreed, and Elaine nodded with a snort of contempt tinted with amusement as she remarked: "We no longer are that busy anyway. With Satan and Typhon and their troops cowering in their rat holes and your fame spreading among the alien gods, we don't get to fight many battles these days. We can come along in a group without fears of the colonies being overrun or something."

"We must try that out. We can't interrupt your training now that it is delivering such results... but we cannot risk seeing these dreams turning into something more dangerous." Ira said, and Katy nervously looked at the mighty goddesses around her, hesitatingly asking: "You... you think that Sekhmeth might have been able to manipulate not just Killer, but the one of you escorting him, all at the same time...? That would... that would require immense, immense power. You are all so strong, in body and mind!"

"Sekhmeth is very powerful and very experienced." Ira quietly replied, making a grimace as she muttered: "I must give her that. She is strong and knows her stuff. She was a goddess ages before I was born. She knows a lot of things I don't."

"I've known her for all this time, but she... never really shared her secrets with anyone. I'm even older than her, albeit not by much, but I have no difficulties imagining her somehow... acting without me noticing it. She is the goddess of destruction, and her possibilities are endless." Gaia added, looking idly down at the tea in her cup. "We have always known there were risks, before you ask." She added as Katy opened her mouth, her face suddenly betraying an extremely rare shadow of rage at the thought of her father having been put in danger.

"That's why we insisted to always escort him to Sekhmeth and back." Ira confirmed, and Killer himself nodded to Katy, his voice reassuring and calm as he explained: "My training is, by definition, risky. In a very short time I've had to go from a mortal, albeit impossibly strong, to not just a god, but something stronger than gods. I've had good teachers, but when Sekhmeth offered her assistance, we all knew that I could not afford to refuse, because nobody else was able to give me the same preparation. I knew I was walking into the open mouth of a predator, and that the jaws could snap closed at any moment, but all I could do was demand the chance of going in with an escort. She allowed that, and believe me it was more than I expected. I did not think she would accept."

"The gamble so far paid off handsomely." Ira observed, and Katy, albeit reluctantly, nodded in agreement, even though her shoulders slumped a bit and her hands clenched into fists. "And we aren't even sure the dreams have anything to do with Sekhmeth at all, so I don't think there is any reason to regret the choices made."

"I regret nothing." Killer confirmed, before giving Katy a soft smile, gently stroking her cheek. "Don't worry, my angel. We will stay vigilant. With your help, I'll be safe... and I will always do whatever it takes to keep all of you safe."

"And satisfied, I hope..." Elaine teased, gripping into his behemoth cock and swinging it rapidly from side to side, the mighty tower of black flesh throwing around thick, heavy ropes of precum like it was a catapult, sending the dense batter slamming audibly into the walls of the tent, before the dragoness hungrily gripped just beneath the fat head and jerked him savagely fast, pushing her still half-full cup of tea near his cumslit and hissing in delight as she was rewarded with a monstrous load of precum which immediately filled up the cup and streaked down her arm. "We will never suffer hunger under your reign..." The dragoness purred, before slowly, greedily licking up the river of precum from her forearm, then slurping over the edge of the cup, before finally sipping it until it was empty, savoring the thick essence in her mouth before swallowing in audible gulps. Finally, she licked her lips clean and breathed: "Delicious cream..."

Mriya purred in appreciation at the display, and she liked the idea so much that she pushed up her own cup, soon imitated by Ira and Gaia, who held their cups under a massive rope of precum growing out of the gigantic cock. It stretched longer and longer from the tip of the great member, growing heavier as it swelled larger and larger, and on the way down it effortlessly filled up the three cups... before Katy pushed her own in, blushing furiously and yet panting in need, in excitement, in craving.

"None of you should feel obliged to do this..." Killer quietly reminded them, his gaze caressing Katy's face with special attention, but the little angel shook her head slowly and whispered: "But we want to do it."

Killer let out a grunt of delight at her words, and he watched as those daughters that he so loved held up large cups overflowing with his prodigious virility, before they began to gulp down the rich content, murring in appreciation of its potent taste and of its plentiful consistence.

Mriya licked her lips in delight, then buried her muzzle into the cup to lap up every remaining drop, before picking up the overly large crystal goblet she had created before, playing idly with it, spinning it between her fingers as she gripped into her father's gigantic cock and squeezed, hard enough to make him grunt lightly. "I hope we won't ever suffer thirst, either..." She teasingly said, before leaning closer to drag her tongue up the head of his cock, slowly, terribly, deliciously slowly, her eyes glowing as she whispered: "Do you still need to take that piss, daddy...?"

Gaia and Ira created vast, capacious goblets of their own and looked at him with eager smirks before he could even reply, and Elaine crawled up to Mriya's side, her tongue lolling out and a little rope of drool hanging from it as she clawed teasingly at his abs, urging him on.

"You are nasty, girls. Deliciously nasty... but pissing when I'm hard like this? I will be spraying everywhere." Killer finally cautioned, but the goddesses only grinned widely and tugged and jerked his colossal member, until Mriya purred: "We know. That will only make it hotter."

Katy looked at the scene, panting slightly and uncertain about what she should do... but as the other goddesses prepared their goblets and their father sat up with a grunt, seizing his giant cock and aiming it down at them, she clearly realized what she wanted. She tentatively flicked her wrist... and she smiled widely despite herself as a goblet appeared in her grip.

"Welcome to the slutty pile, sis!" Mriya exclaimed, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, tinkling her chalice against hers, before Elaine pushed in hers, and gloated: "Get ready, sisters. We'll get enough stuff to get drunk with it several times over."

"Fuck yeah, Elly." Killer confirmed, before grinning widely as he felt the rush of piss struggling to climb up the hard, erect, immense shaft, the pressure building up amazingly as the females eagerly stroked and jerked and pumped, until an enormous blast of golden piss exploded out of the goliath member, smashing into Mriya's goblet hard enough to crack it, while droplets, splashes and smaller jets fired out wildly in other directions, showering the eager females, who hungrily chased after them to fill up their own chalices, until Mriya pulled back to empty hers, which was already overflowing. Elaine was next, pushing her goblet into the flood, grinning as it rapidly filled up, while large splatters covered her face and her breasts, filling her mouth, showering her, making her shiver in pleasure as she basked in the incredibly potent reek of maleness, a scent truly godlike for its power and intensity. Enormous sperms filled his piss, making every splatter heavy and potent, and the dragoness tilted her head back, pushing out her chest into the flood as she tilted her overflowing chalice and drank from it with the thirst of someone who has just crossed the desert. Ira ravenously emptied her own chalice while Gaia pushed her own right up to the source, grinning widely as it filled up in mere instants, while the wild jets drenched her whole body, making a mess of the room... and Katy pushed her goblet right next to hers, one eye closed and the other half-lidded as the sprays washed all over her face. "You turn a piss into a display of godlike power, dad..." Mriya happily exclaimed, clicking her lips in appreciation as she looked at the huge, empty chalice, swallowing down the potent fluid and immediately pushing the glass down to see it filled up again.

"This is what we love and need!" Elaine added, looking into her chalice after filling it for the second time, her grin spreading wide at the sight of the enormous sperms swimming inside it, but Killer's attention was monopolized for several moments by the sight of Katy swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of his hot piss, a torrent of the thick fluid washing down her chin, neck and breasts and tears streaking down her cheeks as her eyes shut closed.... He wanted to tell her again that there was no need for her to do that, that he did not need to see anything so extreme, but at the same time he felt his pleasure mounting with every huge gulp of the feline girl. For a few long moments it looked like she'd break down under the potent taste, under the brutal assault of the powerful, virile, masculine reek, but even though her eyes watered, she kept going until the chalice was mostly empty and finally pulled back with a breathless gasp, eyes opening wide, then shutting again as she murmured: "More..."

She filled her chalice again, and Mriya ended up refilling hers a third time as the male unleashed his flood, jerking off hungrily and occasionally squeezing his cock hard, just so an even larger explosion of piss would follow as soon as he let go. And finally, after a long, long time and many overflowing chalices, he sighed blissfully and began to taper out over mouths that opened in eager welcome. Elaine went down on her knees before him and begged: "Slap me with it..."

And Killer obliged, swinging his heavy, enormous cock into her features with a series of loud, meaty impacts, before moving on to Mriya's face, Ira's, Gaia's and finally Katy's, in a lustful desecration of her angelic purity.

By the end of it, the females and the room at large were completely drenched in his piss, while he rested lazily back in his throne and leisurely pumped a goliath shaft fully ready for more. Mriya began to suck him clean, drinking up every last drop, and Elaine took the second turn. The goddesses were still servicing him when Mriya made a grimace and muttered: "Elaine; Katy... we'll have to wait further for our first time."

Mriya was as precognitive as her mother if not more, and had clearly felt the energies in the air. Killer tensed, guessing that something was coming, and before he could ask anything he felt Alexis's energies burning in the air, making it ripple and vibrate. Within moments, the curtain to the room was shoved aside and Alexis walked in, clad in black armor plates stylized after Killer's own, although her abs were bare and her cleavage was on glorious display. Killer and the others needed no other hint to understand that big news had reached the camp, but Alexis, first of all, took a long look at the scene and grinned widely, licking her lips in approval.

"Looks like you've been having lots of fun..." She teasingly observed, before smiling as Mriya hopped down from the soaked bed and hurried forth to hug her mother, smearing piss over her armor and sharing a taste of the potent fluid with a long, passionate kiss. When it finally broke, Alexis licked her lips again, looking down into Mriya's face with cheerful approval. "Finally you got your sugar, Dream. Told you so. Being patient would only make it better, in the end."

"Of course you had to encourage them." Killer reprimanded, but there was playfulness in his voice... that was soon replaced by a very serious tone as he asked: "So, what's happening?"

"We are saddling up, Lion. Lucifer says that Satan is about to unleash a new superweapon upon the world, and whatever it is, it promises to be serious." Alexis announced, and Killer immediately sat up in the bed, impressed by the urgency in her voice. If Alexis felt the need to react so swiftly, there could be no doubt about the seriousness of the situation. They all got off the bed and Gaia cast a cleansing spell to leave them dry and clean and to fix the room, which had been wrecked and soaked by their games. Killer gave her a little nod of gratitude, and at the same time winced inwardly, not for the first time, at the thought of how unpleasant the aftermath of his sexual exploits would have been had they not been able to use magic or their powers to clean up. Even as a mortal he only very, very rarely had had any part in the clean up afterwards, but when he thought of how much work he left on the shoulders of those who had to deal with the mess, he felt more than a little uneasy and ashamed.

Ira rapidly donned her seraphim armour, and Gaia's body rippled lightly for a moment before sturdy, steel-like vines wrapped over her groin and breasts, forming a solid first layer of protection which grew into a true battle armour as plates of semi-hardened melted stone wrapped over her forearms, thighs, shins, shoulders, groin and chest, leaving her abs, biceps and part of the legs on display but otherwise offering her a great deal of protection. Incandescent magma and cold ice could be seen within glowing cracks in the semi-liquid stone, and Killer knew all too well that those plates would absorb almost any kind of attack and then rapidly resume their original shape.

Alexis watched as Mriya and Elaine donned their own armors and picked up their heavy Praetorian spears, and she grinned slightly, tilting her head to the side a bit as she teased: "I'm kind of thankful to Satan for once, since he interrupted your games. After all, I want to be present when daddy pushes in and truly makes you scream."

"You are a terrible mother." Killer protested, but he grinned widely despite himself, winking at his beloved. He took his time wearing his own armor, not out of laziness but out of necessity, since his massive shaft was hesitant to go back to its flaccid state while surrounded by so many and so prodigious beauties. His attention then shifted to Katy, who had quickly pulled up her black lace skirt and her top but now hesitated, holding up her armor and sword, which were only meant for training. She gazed at them, then up at him, her cheeks flushed and a shadow of shame in her eyes, before she dropped her head forwards as if to apologize. He walked up to her and, careful not to spear into her with his enormous and still mostly-hard cock, he hugged her to his chest, smiling warmly as he squeezed into the blunt but heavy training blade. "Don't worry, Katy... fighting is my duty, not yours. You have nothing to be ashamed about... and in good time, if you'll want, you will have your weapons. But there's no reason to put yourself at risk now that you are still training and learning... we've given mom more than enough reasons to be angry, for today, don't you think...?" He nuzzled her playfully at that, and she looked up with a little snort-laughter before nodding.

"Gods, please, nobody tell her anything of what happened in this room!" She exclaimed, and they all laughed at the thought of what it would be like to try and explain to Sylvia that her daughter had gulped down two enormous chalices overflowing with her father's piss, as well as a huge load of his pre and even more of his cum. They also winced inwardly, however, knowing how Sylvia would have reacted.

Katy looked at her training sword one last time, a little, bitter smile spreading on her muzzle at the realization of how much her sisters dwarfed her still in terms of strength and combat prowess, but then she nodded in acceptance and put it down on a chair. "With my current skills, I would only be a burden. I'd distract you from the fight, and... I don't want that. Just be safe, okay?" She kissed her father's cheek, and then looked at the other females, smiling as she added: "All of you. Keep each other safe."

"We will, Katy." Alexis promised, smiling with affection. She had liked Katy from the very beginning, from their chance meeting in the port of Orion. Katy was truly tiny and weak back then, but not short of courage and wisdom and heart. She had welcomed Killer and Alexis while most others drew back in fear and disapproval, and none of the two had forgotten it. The femme fatale had taken a special liking to Katy when they had had the chance to know each other better: Alexis had been moved by her story and impressed by the wealth of knowledge that Katy had built up, with courage and effort. Admittedly, Alexis being Alexis was also amused by the sight of yet another pure and innocent angel falling in love with Killer despite or perhaps even because of his darkness; and the darker side of her, which had nothing to envy to Killer's own inner monster, was delighted by how Katy had come to life. She was the result of a cruel and monstrous rape, one vicious enough to send shivers of terror-lust down Alexis's back. And the goddess loved the fact that even after death, even in Heaven, Katy and her mother were Killer's property. The little girl adored him, and the sobbing, impotent mother could do nothing about it. Indeed, Sylvia herself clearly craved him just as much as she hated him. She was addicted. He was her drug. A drug she hated and adored at the same time. One that she needed so badly that her resistance was destined to eventually crumble. It all made for darkly delicious thoughts.

Finally, Killer managed to squeeze his immense cock into the groin plate of his armor and they made their way out of the large tent. They easily leapt down from the tall tree, and found Boadicea and her Amazons formed up and ready for battle. Ruin and Wrath waited nearby, and both massive fire-stallions nodded their majestic heads in greeting to their riders, their heavy hooves pounding the ground and leaving smoldering, burning hoof marks in the dirt.

And nearby, Adrasthea grunted as she held on to a heavy chain-leash, restraining Lilith from charging like a cheerful dog towards Killer's legs. The once haughty queen of Hell, lover of Satan, mother of demons and mistress of the fallen angels had changed even further in the last while: being in proximity to Killer had accelerated the changes in her mind and in her body, truly turning her into a thrall completely dedicated to her master, her conqueror, her destroyer. Her pregnancies were continuing in a merciless, endless succession, but her belly had deflated a bit nonetheless, as a result of the mercy she had inspired in Killer. Her body had grown bulkier, more muscular, while retaining formidable feminine proportions, with long, strong legs and huge breasts that nearly brushed the ground when she moved around on all fours, like in that moment. Her large nipples leaked milk and large, heavy rectangular rings of steel hung from them, dragging on the ground. Her scales had thickened and had grown even harder. They had also changed color: gone was the unhealthy, pale white, replaced by a dark green that turned crimson on the throat, breasts and abs. Her bulging torso was scarred with the marks "Slave meat", just beneath the breasts, and "Alpha Seed Inside" just above the groin. Her eyes still glowed crimson and she was more dangerous and ferocious than ever, but all of her rage was directed by Killer: Lilith was his toy and his weapon, a tool that he could use in any way he pleased.

Completely consumed and corrupted by lust and insane adoration for Killer, the ex-queen's body had morphed and changed shape in several ways. The most noticeable by far was her evolution into a hermaphrodite, armed with a ponderous pair of testicles full of mighty semen. One of the great orbs was marked with the firebrand "factory of slaves", and that was exactly the purpose of her balls: filling up Killer's enemies with even more females for him to use and abuse.

Between her legs dangled an enormous, fearsome equine cock, big enough that its top two feet dragged on the ground while she crawled on all fours, plowing the dirt with its already wide, massive flare. Once hard and erect, the monstrous cock was a terrible weapon of destruction, and the fact that it still paled in comparison to Alexis's enormous shaft was just further proof of how exceptional the femme fatale's power was. And Killer's enormous cock was greater still... but that was not going to be of particularly comfort for anyone raped and split apart by that monstrous flare.

As a good and obedient slave, Lilith had clawed into her own cock, scarring the solid black flesh to write the warning "master is bigger" along the sides. The threatening medial ring, instead, was aptly named "pussy wrecker". Her muscular, massive thigh proudly announced that she was "property of Killer",

Huge bone spikes jutted out of her spine in a row that split into two rows running down the sides of her tail, which no longer resembled that of a shark, having instead turned almost bug-like, segmented and ending in four oversized, devastating stingers. Ragged steel blades ran down the middle of her tail, forming a third row of deadly weapons, but Lilith's increased strength was not a threat: she was a complete slave to Killer, with servitude written with fire into her brain and all over her body. Each segment of her tail was marked with words that she had eagerly torn into her own armored scales and deep into the flesh and muscle. Those marks proudly announced: "master wins", "master triumphs", "master rules", "master victor", "master limitless", and many others, all the way to "master is All".

"Killer" was written in large, black letters burnt into her scales and flesh on her chest, just above her cleavage, and the infamous KO mark had been fire-branded over her buttocks, on one arm and in other points of her body. Her collar was heavy, massive and cruel, with large hooks that bit into her neck, causing it to constantly bleed, but she only got pleasure out of it, craving nothing but the most total servitude. She drooled and let her tongue loll out of her jaws, her tail flicking from side to side with happiness at the sight of her master, and she pulled hard on the leash to try and reach him, whimpering pleadingly: "Master...! Master...!"

Killer grinned a bit at that. He felt it was a bit excessive, and more than once he had thought about the opportunity of easing things for her... but at the same time, he loved every bit of her ultimate humiliation and slavery. He ignored her for the moment, smiling only to Adrasthea as the goddess slapped Lilith's firm ass with the pole of her spear. He climbed on Ruin and stroked a hand down his neck, patting him gently, and the supernatural stallion snorted steam out of his nostrils and hammered the ground with his vast hooves, looking furious and dangerous, but Killer knew that that was actually his way to express happiness. "So, what are we facing, exactly?"

"We don't have the details, but we have a pretty good idea of what's coming. I'll show you." Boadicea calmly answered, stepping forwards and opening a large portal that would allow them to move across Hell without ever leaving the Shadoworld. Portaling within that side-dimension was the true superweapon of the Amazons, as it allowed them to move from a target to another completely undetected, allowing them to mount deadly ambushes and then making it easy to slip away from any pursuing force. It was a formidable strategic asset at their disposal and Killer was ever thankful that they were on his side: he could easily imagine Satan's frustration in unsuccessfully trying for years to fix the Amazons in place and force them into a decisive battle on his terms. Or the frustration of his commanders wondering why none of their maneuvers ever proved effective in the field...

Alexis probably read his thoughts or just guessed them from his expression because she gave him a telling grimace as she spurred Wrath onwards, flanking him as they advanced towards the portal. Mriya and Elaine took position on the flanks, and Gaia and Ira followed, leading rows of heavily armed Amazons.

Ruin snorted bad-temperedly as it pointedly took a small lead on his brother, and Wrath snorted steam but complied, with the silent blessing of Alexis who was perfectly fine with being half a step behind her master and lover. Killer shot her an amused look and shook his head slightly... but admittedly, a part of him liked that. It was in his nature to always seek the top position.

Technically, however, Boadicea was in the lead as she walked ahead of both of them, her hand outstretched in front of her to warp the fabric of reality, forcing the Shadoworld to form a corridor. It was different from using portals in the mortal world, in Hell or Heaven: it was a slower, more complex and more energy-consuming business, but it was truly extremely useful.

It took them a couple of minutes to reach the end of the rippling, crackling tunnel, and they emerged on the edge of the immense, fearsome abyss that divided the Hell of Gluttony, the first of the underworld's circles, from the second, many miles below. The cliff, perfectly vertical and impassable, precipitated for miles down to the lower circle, and the only way down was a titanic staircase guarded by a colossal castle. It had been a formidable obstacle, one that was considered unassailable before Killer arrived. Now a large part of it, including the enormous successive gates that had blocked the way for millennia, was just a pile of ruins. The huge male gazed in that direction and smirked, remembering how easy it had been to walk up to the castle and pinch the massive artillery pieces on its towers into useless wrecks, crushing them between the tips of his index and thumb, one by one. His fist had torn down the bastions and pulverized the central block of the fortress, and had walked right through the gates, tearing them apart and crushing underfoot all the demons that had tried to block his path.

Now the fortress was being slowly rebuilt, and he could see the variety of titanic cranes working to lift up colossal slabs of black lodestone, and that too brought to mind memories: he still remembered how difficult it was for him to lift one of those blocks of supernatural stone when he had arrived in Heaven. He remembered working in the quarry to break slabs of stone much like those, and he was never going to forget the fatigue, pain and misery of climbing up the Monolith with his bare hands and with a long row of blocks of stone hanging from a chain of Godblood wrapped around his waist. So many times he had climbed from the quarry all the way up to Eaglenest, and every time had felt not just like dying, but like crumbling into small, useless pieces of frozen and brittle meat. The weight dragging him down, his muscles asking for mercy, his bones creaking, and the terrible cold, the deadly freezing wind and the infernal, icy embrace of the clouds he had to pass on the way up were all memories that would always live on in his body as well as in his mind.

Now, however, the slabs of lodestone that had felt so impossibly heavy back then only made him shake his head with amusement. He could now lift literal mountains of lodestone, ripping them out of the ground, with all the ease of playing with a delicate feather, which made the memory of his past struggles almost laughable.

Boadicea walked to the edge of the abyss and shouldered Satan's Bane, looking at the Central Spire that loomed on the horizon in all of its sinister glory, surrounded by its impenetrable barrier. Killer and Alexis led their stallions near to the queen of Amazons, and Killer made a bit of a grimace as he spotted the new additions that, he did not doubt for a second, had sparked the alarm.

The Spire was now flanked by two rapidly growing towers of shiny, silvery metal. It was amazing to witness, since just the day before nothing of those two colossal constructions had been visible. Probably the foundations had been in build for a long while, but the works at the level of the ground and beneath were not noticeable from far away and had not been picked up by the surveillance teams.

"They built all of that in one night...?" He asked, simply incredulous, and Boadicea nodded gravely. "The first sections were erected yesterday evening, and they have been adding up piece after piece ever since. They are prefabricated, and the only thing that requires any significant amount of time at this point is the welding of the joints. As soon as those are complete, they lift up another section..." She paused, and narrowed her eyes as a new group of great cranes pushed out of the Spire, high above the tower in construction, and a myriad of steel cables thick enough to be distinguished from so many miles away were lowered towards the ground. "There you go, another section is going up."

Killer shook his head slowly, genuinely amazed by the scale of the enterprise: the cranes themselves were colossal, their arms stretching for miles out of the sides of the Spire. They bent forwards slightly with the weight of the cyclopean pylon that they were slowly hefting up from the ground. Massive helicopters and enormous exoskeletons or full-out robotic machines hovered around the growing towers and guided the new sections into the correct position before welding the huge joints, causing flashes of white light that illuminated the whole of Hell.

"Why didn't you warn me earlier?" Killer asked, and Boadicea glared a bit at him for the harshness of his tone. "The sentinels had no idea what they were looking at. They called me and I came to have a look at the damn things myself, but I had no clue either, and even Vesta ended up shrugging and making wild guesses. I thought that we could wait a little, and perhaps get an idea of what they are for. It's not like we can touch them, anyway. Not even you can break through their barrier."

"Not yet, at least." Killer bitterly admitted, before turning his eyes back towards the growing towers. They were covered in a multitude of parabolic dishes which shined, reflecting the light like mirrors, and he made a grimace before muttering: "Antennas. But what for...? Does he want to annoy us with trash television transmissions...?"

Alexis snorted in entertainment at his joke, but her eyes were icy when they focused on the distant antennas and she explained: "Lucifer says that the towers are a weapon. Apparently, one of the oldest but most cherished projects of Satan's laboratories, now ready for use. The rumors in the old rooms of power of Hell are that they are by far the most powerful weapon ever created."

Killer grunted at that, then spat: "Well, they are impressive in many ways, but they don't exactly scare me. Any clues about how are they supposed to work...?"

"If Satan truly believes so much in this weapon, its firepower must be great enough to make him think that it can hurt you... and there is only one power great enough to hold you back, these days." Boadicea calmly said, leaving it to him to come up with the answer.

"The barrier...?" He tentatively asked, and Alexis nodded.

"It's our best guess. We think that the two antennas will be used to somehow channel the barrier's energy into a ray, or into pulses of some sort. It's the only thing that could put us in trouble." Alexis confirmed, and the huge male made a grimace, looking down for a brief moment and thinking back of the pain he had experienced when his back had been forced into the barrier and all that energy had viciously assaulted him. "If Satan manages to do that, we are done." Killer muttered, dismounting and calling Adrasthea forwards. The goddess of strategy still held the heavy leash that Lilith strained in her eagerness to just rush towards her master's toes. Boadicea swallowed thickly, a fait blush on her cheeks as she bit her lower lip and looked away for a moment, before turning back towards him to say: "Look, I'm sorry. I should have warned you from the beginning. We've lost precious time... but I did not think those things would prove so dangerous, and I did not want to interrupt your sleep. You've absorbed a power core just the other day, and... I hoped we could give you some more time to digest all that power and recover from the strain. I only lost us a lot of precious time, instead."

"We have lost time, yes." Killer sighed, but then he wrapped one huge arm around her shoulders and squeezed her closer, kissing her cheek with affection. "But I'm thankful to you all the same. You care for me and worry for me, and that means more to me than I can explain. Thank you, Boa. I mean it. And I did need the rest. Now I should be able to take on another core... without sleeping at least a night, I probably wouldn't have been in the conditions to try."

"Another core...? Already...?" The sharkess asked, looking up at him with horror in her eyes. "It's too soon! You haven't had the time to adjust yet. You never tried hopping from core to core so quickly."

"That's true, but time is a luxury we don't have, this time around. Satan might start firing his goddamned superweapon in minutes, and just a few hits will be enough to knock me down." Killer countered, looking down at Lilith as his thrall approached, her tongue - incredibly long and dexterous - dangled out of her jaws, leaking pearly, warm drool. "I only hope that Lilith can guide me to another core. Just another. I promise you, if I can get my hands on just another, I will make myself strong enough and the barrier weak enough that I can smash right through it and get to Satan himself. That's the only way to put an end to this mess."

"We should evacuate our fortresses." Alexis observed, and Killer nodded in agreement.

"Walls and bastions will be pulverized by the very first blast, if those antennas are what we fear they are. None of the fortresses will be safe. Boa, I need you to get all my other Disciples, all of our family, here in the Shadoworld. I need to know that they are safe." Killer urgently said, squeezing into the sharkess's shoulders and looking straight into her eyes as she hesitated for a brief moment. "Most of them have been in the Shadoworld already. Please, Boadicea. They are not just my family... they are yours, too. We are one family. You can trust all of them."

"I will bring them here." Boadicea assured, giving him a reassuring nod, even though she was still hesitant at the idea of sharing her most precious and vital secret with so many. Just a short time before, she would have never even considered the possibility of letting so many powerful warriors into her safe dimension, but now she trusted her father enough to accept the risk.

"We should warn our allies all over Hell, too." Alexis added, and Killer nodded in agreement but bit his lower lip. Where should he hide the Lords and ancient demons that had sworn loyalty to him...? For sure, not in the Shadoworld: Boadicea would have never accepted such a solution and he totally agreed with her. None of those ambitious, power-hungry lords could be trusted enough to get visibility over such a secret: their loyalty was, in most cases, only temporary and due to fear of Killer's terrible power. One day, it was a certainty, they were going to try and plot some kind of plan to restore their rule over Hell.

Boadicea looked flatly at him, telling him, without need for words, that the Shadoworld was no option and he nodded to her, fully accepting her objection. "Send messages. Warn all of them to leave the castles and vanish. Their best defence will be invisibility... but they'll have to find their own hiding places. We can't trust them enough to bring them here."

"Good call." Boadicea approved, smiling at him before opening a new portal, rushing inside it to reach the other Disciples, who were out patrolling, training new troops or guarding some of the most important fortresses left in the various provinces of Hell. Those castles had always been the centers of power that had determined the fate of Hell's internal and external politics, so Killer had been forced to raise his flag at least on the most strategic positions. The others, he had razed to the ground, especially if they dared to challenge him instead of opening their doors and begging for his mercy.

Alexis closed her eyes for a moment, and Killer knew that she was reaching out for the minds of all the others to warn them of the danger, and he looked at her for a moment, smiling with affection, before turning around as Lilith hugged his ankle and lavishly licked over the dark metal plates of his armoured boot, her arms wrapping around his mighty leg as her hands stroked over the massive muscles of his thighs.

"Master! Oh, Master, it is so good to see you...! This slave is so happy and honored to be visited by you!" She drooled in need and desire and adoration, kissing and lapping over the solid metal, and Killer ignored her for another moment to smile at Adrasthea instead, leaning forwards to kiss her and teasingly ask: "I trust the pet has not been giving you trouble...?"

"She is an obedient little slave most of the time. She's just been tugging at the leash like crazy since seeing you." The dragokkaren goddess easily replied, smiling warmly and tilting her head to the side as he gave her cheek a teasing lick. She dropped her shoulder a bit, purposefully extending her neck to put her heavy, silvery collar on display, and he brushed two fingers over it, making it glow with his energies and sending a shudder of delight down her spine that made her grin as she sensually added: "But I can pardon that. I chomp at the bit a lot myself when you are in sight... Especially when we've been apart for a while."

"We'll remedy to that soon, my precious strategist..." Killer whispered, kissing her cheek and inhaling the natural perfume of her scale-like hair. The goddess had been away for more than a week, leading a legion of Dark Wings from a fortress to another to check on their untrustworthy allies across Hell. Reminding them of the power that ruled over their castles was a good way to keep their minds honest and kill off any dream of uprising they might be nurturing, after all.

Adrasthea smirked and winked at him with complicity, before pushing a hand beneath her loincloth, pulling it back up wet and shiny with hot, pearly juice. "I hope so, master... See what you do to me...? See how much I need it...?"

Killer took her wrist gently in his hand and guided hers up to his mouth, his eyes glowing as he took the first soaked finger in his maws, suckling it clean before moving on to the next, and again, savoring all of her nectar while her other hand tugged needingly at his thick belt. "Soon. You keep making that sweet juice for me, and I'll take real good care of you." He finally said, licking his lips and grinning as he reached downwards to seize one of Lilith's horns, hefting her unceremoniously up higher, forcing the thrall to stand up. It was enough to send a wave of incandescent nectar bursting out of her annihilated, stretched-out pussy. It streaked down her legs in rivulets and dribbled noisily onto the ground, where it was joined by a heavy splatter of precum as her massive horse-cock stirred and gave a powerful throb.

"Oh, Master, thank you, thank you, thank you..." Lilith tremblingly breathed, and she shivered hard when her hands ventured over the enormous, elongated, tellingly-huge armor plate protecting his groin. She could feel the beast clearly, even though the hard metal: that was the extent of her obsession.

"Listen, bitch." Killer calmly commanded, and the thrall immediately looked expectantly up at him, her body going stiff as she stood to attention, even though she shuddered visibly and her thighs ground together needingly, glinting with the rivulets of juice streaking all the way down to her high heel boots. "I need you to bring me to another power core. I need a little snack."

"Yeeees..." Lilith hissed, closing her eyes with another violent shudder, her whole body tensing with the force of her orgasm as she cried out blissfully and eagerly promised: "All of you, all for master, everything and everyone...! Just command me, order your little slave around...!"

She was full of enthusiasm, but her brain was badly damaged and it could be hard to get information out of her. She was easily distracted by his presence, and she had just her sexual slavery always in mind.

"The cores, Lilith. Tell me where to find another one." Killer patiently asked, his voice soft and almost gentle even though he effortlessly hefted her off the ground, her feet kicking lightly at the air as he held her aloft by one horn, forcing her head painfully back. She gave a breathless cry of pain-pleasure, bucking her hips in the air, and another squirt of juices exploded out of her.

"Will it... make Master... even stronger?" She asked, beaming in ecstasy at the idea, and he smirked and pulled up his other arm, slowly flexing it, showing off the immense bicep as it bulged and majestically shifted, thick veins protruding over it. "Yes, bitch... this little snack will make me even stronger."

"Oh, I love you... I love you... I need you and I love you..." The thrall giggled, before licking her lips hungrily as she added: "Yes, yes... master deserves more. Cores... there... there is one in the hell of Lust."

"That was the first one I devoured." Killer reminded her, and he squeezed on the horn hard enough to crack it, before lightly backhanding her face, the slap knocking her head violently to the side and leaving a bloody gash in her cheek. She cried out in pain but shuddered in bliss at the same time, and Killer leaned down to push his muzzle right next to hers, whispering: "I know you are not quite as stupid as you pretend to be, Lilith. But I don't have time to play the usual game, going through the list of all the cores I've already destroyed just so you can enjoy the slapping. I won't slap you this time; you enjoy that far too much. If you don't give me what I need, I won't touch you at all. I'll have you watching while I fuck everyone else and just ignore you."

The thrall looked up at him in shock and horror at the idea, and Killer smirked down at her in cold amusement, which more than convinced the ex-queen that he was serious. "I... don't know if there are other cores outside of the barrier..." Lilith hesitatingly said, and Killer gritted his teeth in his mouth and felt his heart sink as he contemplated the possibility of a deadly stalemate. He wasn't powerful enough to breach the barrier as things stood, and if there wasn't another power core he could take out he needed to increase his strength in some other way. But training took time, and Satan was not going to give them any.

The danger was very real: Lilith had told him that the original power cores, as old as Hell itself, were located right beneath the Spire, hidden inside its cavernous foundations. They were safe there, outside anyone's reach: even the Shadoworld did not extend to the Spire, perhaps due to the magic of the Scholars and Scribes having permeated and reshaped the place for Eons. There was no way for Killer to get to those cores, but his hope was that their combined power would be insufficient to keep the barrier strong enough to resist to his assaults, if he just could destroy and absorb the younger, larger power cores that Satan had added. The High King of Hell, while pretending to be working in the interest of peace between the Underworld and Heaven, had worked hard to prepare for war. He had built underground laboratories and factories of clones and he had also reinforced the defences of the Spire, in case things took a turn for the worst. The foundations of the Spire were completely packed with the already existing cores, however, and so he had built the new generator plants in hidden corners of Hell, using dispersion to make them less vulnerable. Those new cores were even more powerful than the ancient ones, as they combined enormous amounts of energy-charged crystal with advanced nuclear technology provided, Killer believed, by the infamous RA.

Lilith had been able to tell him where he could find the newer power cores and he had taken them out one by one... but it still wasn't enough. He needed at least another, and if Lilith couldn't give it to him, then they were all in huge trouble. "Think, Lilith. There must be more of them. Maybe Satan didn't tell you the position of all of the new plants, but maybe you remember news and rumors of great works...? Think about it. Building those cores must have taken time, and a huge amount of work." Killer urged, and the thrall uncomfortably shifted in his grip, looking scared and worried by the coldness in his eyes. "I'm thinking, Master... I'm thinking..."

She swallowed thickly, hugging herself nervously as she thought hard about the old times, struggling to even recognize herself in those confused, unpleasant memories of a self that she had thrown away to follow her lord and master and god, but there was nothing else about cores in there.

"I'm sorry, master... Satan did not show me any other core..." Lilith whimpered, and Killer cursed under his breath, closing his eyes and throwing his head back with a groan of frustration.

"But... but I remember him talking again and again about the Royal Citadel works... they went on and on for ages..." Lilith hesitatingly offered, but Killer shook his head and muttered: "Checked already. I've smashed the place to bits, but found nothing. He must have thought it too obvious a place."

The royal citadel had been a literal fortified city, with an endless succession of temples and royal palaces of unspeakable luxury. Satan had ordered its construction with the aim of making it his and Lilith's residence once he conquered the throne of God. The entire place was meant to celebrate the high king of Hell and his consort, and glorify their strength and their triumph over all other forces in the world. The work to build up that monumental palace had gone on for centuries, but then the actual war had started and it had proven even more demanding than Satan had expected, so that the workforce had become badly needed elsewhere, and the works had abruptly run aground, leaving behind a metropolis-sized construction site, nestled on the edge of the top cliff of Hell, so to give the king a perfect view of his entire kingdom. Killer had visited the place and left no stone unturned as he searched for a power core hidden somewhere in the foundations, but nothing had emerged.

Lilith looked at him apologetically, hugging herself a bit harder and biting her lower lips as she tried hard to remember something else which might be useful. "I... Satan... he talked once of some work to be done at the Observatory, in the hell of Sloth. Maybe..."

Killer and Adrasthea traded a look at that, and she shook her head slightly. They had not done any particular search there: the observatory was a rather unremarkable temple where a sort of portal-lens had been built to spy on the Mortal Plane and even on Heaven. Other than that, it wasn't particularly impressive and there had been no need to fight to secure it. Apparently, nobody cared about its magic telescope. Doesn't mean it couldn't hide something underneath... hiding in plain sight has always been the most effective kind hiding of all, when done well... "I'll check on that place. Any other?" Killer urgently asked, and Lilith, eager to please him and help him, listed several other places which might or might not contain anything useful. "Satan ordered something done in Dashrur and in the area of the river Cocytus, too." Lilith finally mentioned, and Killer frowned in surprise at those names, looking up at Adrasthea in the hope that she'd have details, but she shook her head and shrugged a bit.

Ira, however, had heard the names and stepped up to Killer's side, explaining: "Dashrur is the necropolis of the burning tombs. Heretics are punished by eternal banishment in burning tombs... of various dimensions and varying degrees of... discomfort." Killer gave a little sound of realization at that, realizing that he had seen that endless town made of pyramids, mausoleums and other, less luxurious tombs forever wrapped into roaring, dark flames. He had never thought about searching there, but if Satan had ordered works done inside the necropolis it certainly wasn't for making the heretics more comfortable.

Ira glared down at Lilith for a moment, looking thoughtful, and then made a grimace as she remembered what the other name was: "Cocytus is a frozen river down in the Hell of Lust. Traitorous souls are punished there, trapped head-down into the ice, with their asses up in the air, fully available to anyone who wants to take advantage."

"Satan ordered works in a river?" Adrasthea incredulously asked, making a grimace. "That sounds particularly suspect, if you ask me."

"Dashrur as well." Killer pointed out, before looking at Lilith again. The thrall shivered under his gaze, dropping her head forwards in shame and in apology, finally crying out: "I'm sorry, Master, but this is all I know. I... don't have anything else. I just... I just wish I could help you more..."

Killer unceremoniously dropped Lilith to the ground, and she scampered forwards in a hurry, kissing the toes of his combat boot and whispering words of praise and adoration. He looked down at her idly for a moment, a part of him blushing inwardly in front of such slavish devotion, until he awkwardly mumbled: "Thank you, Lilith. You have been helpful."

The thrall beamed at that, sitting back with a huge smile and hugging herself tightly, letting out a little cry of bliss, and Killer in the meanwhile had already turned in the other direction, nervously biting his lower lip.

"I'll have to check all those places, one by one. I really, really hope to find at least one more core, because otherwise I won't be able to break through the barrier... and those towers will soon be ready." Ha glared at the two titanic antennas of silvery metal, amazed to see that three or four more sections had been added just as he squeezed information out of Lilith. He looked to the side as a portal swirled open, and he smiled in relief and in welcome as Boadicea walked out of it, followed by Anubis, Vesta and the other Disciples. At least they are safe.

Killer climbed on Ruin and traded a look with Alexis, who nodded without the need to add a single word. Their plan was very simple, and they had no alternatives anyway. Ira, Boadicea and Vesta walked up to Ruin's side and waited for instructions, which the huge male rapidly delivered: "We will begin with the Observatory, since it is the closest one... and we'll go through all of the other sites on the list. I want you all to stay safe, first of all: Satan clearly has a plan, and we don't. I don't want all of us to rush into his trap together. See what he does: once we are out, he might attempt to launch an attack on Heaven, or on other positions while we are busy."

"We'll stop it, if he dares." Boadicea assured, a grin spreading on her lips as she flexed her powerful musculature. "We'd love to get a chance to defeat him once more. His troops haven't given us much to do, in the last while."

"Today will probably be different." Ira said, and Vesta nodded in agreement. They all had bad feelings about the ominous towers on the horizon. There was a strange, terrible energy in the air, and they all felt it clearly as it reverberated inside their chests.

"One more core. If I find it, this war ends today." Killer said, gritting his fangs as he glared at the Spire in the distance. "One more core, and I'll stick his antennas up his ass."

"I look forwards to that." Boadicea said, grinning widely before outstretching her hand, her energies crackling loudly around her arm as she opened a new portal, this time one which led outside the protection of the Shadoworld. "Be careful out there. We'll guard over your progress, and we'll be on the battlefield right away if needed."

Killer smiled at his loved ones and spurred Ruin onwards. He caught sight of Katy, standing close to Mriya and Elaine: she was waving at him, and he raised his hand to salute her, smiling with affection. And then the portal swirled closed behind him and Alexis, as the dark corridor in front of them rippled, morphed and elongated, before the solid wall of reality trembled and then seemed to rip down the middle as an exit passage opened for them. Ruin and Wrath immediately charged in that direction, and Killer bent forwards over the stallion's neck, trading a little grin with Alexis.

They emerged in the Hell of Sloth, and the portal closed behind them before the massive hooves of the two fire stallions even touched the ground. The observatory was right ahead: a small circular temple topped by a splendid dome with a slit open down its middle, to allow the magic telescope to work. It was built on top of a sharp promontory of black lodestone which ended in such a sharp ridge to resemble the bow of a ship. A small town of demons was sprawled at the base of the cliff and up the gentler slope of the hill leading up to its top, but now most if not all of the buildings were empty and in ruin. The inhabitants had either died in one of the so many battles fought in that endless war, or had been forced to leave their homes to find a safer shelter somewhere else. The ghost town was the very emblem of misery and despair, with his looted, damaged houses all abandoned with their doors open, ajar, or in pieces, or dangling from their hinges. Roofs had caved in and many homes were charred and carbonized, while other buildings were reduced to piles of rubble that clogged up the narrow and winding streets. Ruin and Wrath ran up those unstable hills of rubble, their great hooves causing small landslides and kicking pieces of wreckage flying in every direction, and the ground trembled under their thundering run, their hoofprints glowing with heat and flame.

Killer and Alexis guided their horses across the ruined town and up the narrow path that climbed up the hill towards the temple, their senses alert to any possible hint of energy coming from underground, or from within otherwise unimpressive buildings, but there was nothing to suggest that a power core might be hidden there. Instinctively, their attention went to the temple itself, and to the rocky cliff on which it was built.

"If there is a power core here, it must be inside the mountain." Alexis said, looking at the temple above, before smirking as she pulled up her arm, idly flexing her muscles as she pointed her palm at it. "Can I...?"

"All yours." Killer confirmed, looking up with a smirk as she licked her lips and easily closed her hand into a fist, as if to crush something... and immediately the temple exploded in a cloud of marble dust, tiny pieces of stone flying in every direction as she idly made a slapping gesture, sending the powder and gravel-like remains falling down the cliff. She snorted in contempt, her eyes glowing with terrifying power as she smirked and said: "Wrong temple, built for the wrong gods..."

She shifted her attention to the mountain, and with a little flex of her enormous bicep she sent a terrible, enormous crack spreading from the top of the cliff to the bottom, tearing the mountain into two halves like it was merely the shell of an egg. With equal, terrifying ease she smirked and shoved the two immense blocks of stone in the opposite directions, forcing them far apart and flattening hills and cliffs under the titanic mass that she was so easily moving around with the laziest of thoughts.

"Nothing." Killer said, making a grimace as she looked at the dark stone. He had hoped to see a huge cave hidden deep inside the mountain, or a network of buildings, but apart from a small laboratory directly under the ruins of the annihilated temple, there was nothing. Alexis dropped her arm with a huff of frustration and boredom, and the two half-mountains violently cracked and then burst apart in two immense clouds of dust and gravel that rained down all over the hills around them. None of the pebbles got anywhere near to the two lovers, however, because Alexis's energies burned around her with such ferocity to dissolve into vapor any incoming fragment.

Killer sighed and opened his mouth to say they'd better move towards the next target in line, but a weird energy rippled across the sky and he caught a flash of weird light in the direction of the Spire. He turned immediately towards the immense tower, and gaped in surprise as the image of the spire and of the two antennas trembled and then was replaced by static...

"The barrier is a screen..." He muttered, and even Alexis looked surprise, her lip cresting in a grimace as she realized what was about to happen... and then the static vanished, revealing the true spire and the true antennas. Finished. Charged with crackling energy. Ready to strike.

Satan, with his long tail still missing but otherwise healed and visibly covered in new growths of yellow crystal containing prisoner gods, was glaring down at them from the top of the spire, his body enormous and his arms resting lazily on the top of the two antennas as he grinned with ferocious glee.

"He got us right where he wanted us." Alexis muttered, before spurring Wrath into a run, leaping past the ruins of a couple of demolished homes. Killer guided Ruin in the same direction, urging him on with his heels, and the massive stallions rapidly built up speed, galloping rapidly towards the cover offered by a narrow valley flanked by tall rocky formations.

Alexis immediately opened a portal ahead of them, knowing that there was no refuge and no cover that would truly help them: from the top of the Spire, Satan could see and hit every dark corner of Hell. The world around the two ligers was suddenly flooded with blinding white light, so intense that Killer closed his eyes with a wince while the contours of the cliffs and hills and mountains all vanished in a milky haze. Terrifying energy crackled in the air, causing his hair and fur to stand up as the antennas charged themselves up with the force of the barrier and with Satan's own might, and the liger could only slam his heels into Ruin's flanks, spurring him to go even faster.

In the same moment, Satan laughed, and his voice boomed over the whole of Hell like an explosion echoing in a narrow room, the ground around them rattling violently as the rocky dome that served as the underworld's sky creaked and dust and boulders rained down in a deadly cloud.

The air was sucked out of Killer's lungs as a terrifying crackle resounded ominously across Hell, and his ears filled with a painful whistle, his eyes shutting tightly as he winced in pain. It felt like the sky, the land and even his body had been torn in half with a violent yank, and Ruin nearly collapsed on his front legs, letting out a neigh of agony and wobbling before somehow finding the strength to jump towards the portal.

Killer turned back and forced one eye open, ignoring the tears rolling down his cheek and the pulsing in his head to watch towards the Spire, and he could only gape in shock at the sight of the barrier denting, bending inwards to touch the two antennas while Satan spread his immense arms, growing even larger as he let his energies crackled around his hands... and then the High King swung his arms forwards and shoved violently into the barrier, causing the explosion of a flesh of violet light that forced Killer to look away with a wince. Even as his eyelids shut tightly, the light was so intense that he could almost literally see through them. He saw the barrier changing shape, exploding forwards in a conical, monstrous spear of energy that rushed down towards him.

Ruin reached the portal in the same instant, but before vanishing through it Killer had the chance to see the ungodly, terrifying spear of energy strike into the mountains and cliffs. The dark stone disintegrated instantaneously, dissolving into not dust but molecules. The landscape they had just crossed simply disappeared in a flash of light while an ominous rumble rattled the whole of hell as an immense explosion followed the impact.

The portal closed, and the exit opened to let Ruin gallop into a forest in the Hell of Envy. The gnarled, dead trees around them had metallic trunks that worked like mirrors, but very special ones: whoever looked into those mirrors would only see images of themselves. Souls damned by the sin of envy were leashed to each tree, with only enough length of chain to be able to run around in circles around the massive trunk. And the tormented did run: each tree was surrounded by deep furrows dug over the centuries by restless feet that uselessly attempted to run away from the visions within the mirrors.

The envious could not see anyone else. If they looked towards the other trees they would only see yet more reflections of themselves. Those who had spent their life spying other people and hating them for their happiness were condemned to see nothing but their own misery and their own loss, for eternity... or at least for all the time it took to turn them into demons that Hell could use effectively on the battlefield.

The images that the tormented would see in the mirrors were always different: each soul had its own secrets, after all, and its story. Not even Vesta knew exactly how the trees of envy worked, but probably the tormented saw happy moments of their past. They had envied others in life: after death, their envy became regret for all the good their lives had offered without them ever appreciating it.

Killer hated that place. He had visited it only once, during a tour of Hell that Vesta and Ira had put him though, just to teach him about the complex world that he was trying to protect. The never ending chorus of cries and laments was terrible. The damned souls could not hear each other, but he could hear all of them: countless desperate voices filled with nothing but impotent regret and sorrow. The moans, groans, sighs and endless cries sent shivers of horror, fear and pity down his spine. And wherever his eyes went, they found nothing but reflections of his past, staring accusingly back at him from every tree. He had always been a lucky, blessed being, yet he had too often sinned of envy, craving even more for himself. Even with all his strength, his handsomeness, his richness, his royal descent, he had desired the few precious possessions of others, most often women. He could easily imagine himself tied to one of those unforgiving trees, weak, ruined and cut off from the world, prisoner of his own pettiness, forced to see every great thing his life had given him with the eyes of misery.

It made him feel hollow and freezing cold inside, and he found himself looking down in shame and horror, already wishing to be out of that terrible place.

The laments were so loud that they got to his mind before the great rumble of the explosion, even though the ominous roar still filled the air. He turned back in the saddle, looking upwards and gaping at the sight of the humongous cloud of debris, dust and incandescent smoke. It was rising towards the sky forming an ominous mushroom, and it was larger and darker and hotter by far than the biggest nuclear weapon of earth could ever hope to be. A large part of Sloth had simply been vaporized, cancelled from existence, leaving behind a smoldering crater that also dug deep into the cliffs above and beneath sloth. The terrifying scar in the structure of Hell glowed a brilliant crimson as the sheer heat melted hard stone into magma, and terrible energy crackled violently into the deep cauldron.

And already Satan was pulling the barrier back once more, loading another shot, a savage grin warping his features as his gaze searched the various levels of Hell to find targets.

"You can't hide, Killer... Nobody can. The Spire is all-seeing!" The High King cackled, his eyes flashing with vicious satisfaction. "You thought you had won, huh...? You arrogant little prick. You thought you were the king of Hell already. Fool! You are a fool, and those who sided with you are even worse fools!"

Another terrifying ripple of energy tore through Hell as the antennas glowed violet with pure power, and then Satan cackled viciously as he hurled another godly spear of force. Killer and Alexis looked up with matching snarls, but it became immediately obvious that Satan was not targeting them. The ungodly blade of energy struck one large fortress in the Hell of Sloth, instead, and Killer stared in amazement as the entire castle and the towns clustered in a wide area around it were vaporized, disintegrated in the massive explosion. He knew that fortress well: it was the home of one of the very first Ancient Demons to switch sides and swear allegiance to him. And now that ancient creature, noble in its own way and despite his immeasurable greed, was gone. Destroyed in one instant along with his entire family and all his soldiers.

"You thought the Amon-Ra would win. You thought he would protect you. And you turned your back on me. Fools! I'm Satan! I'm Hell! I cannot be defeated!" The High King roared from the top of his unassailable tower, and the lords that were hurriedly scampering out of their castles in all of the provinces of Hell could only tremble in fear and wonder if there was any safe shelter they could hide into.

"Bastard..." Killer muttered, and Alexis made a grimace of disgust as Satan began to fire smaller but equally deadly rays of focused energy, killing every demon lord he managed to spot. Other ancient demons managed to slip away unseen, but within moments all castles were empty, and large portals opened right next to them, immediately vomiting out legions of clone warriors.

"Hell is mine, hell will always be mine!" Satan howled, while his troops charged into the abandoned castles, manning the bastions and the defensive artillery and immediately preparing to defend them against any counterattack.

"The asshole planned this whole thing well... but we'll flush those losers out in a great hurry once we take down the antennas." Alexis coldly said, before spurring Wrath onwards, racing towards the core of the dark forest. "Come on, let's move. We must find a Power Core, and quickly."

Killer nodded and launched Ruin along the narrow path leading to the center of that inferno, trying to ignore the cackling of the High King and the terrifying explosions that followed every blast of energy. He expected the immense bolts to slam into him at any moment, and instinctively he stiffened his back and gritted his fangs, trying to prepare himself for the agony he knew would follow. It was like when, still very young, he had waited for hours, shirtless in a snow storm, with chains at his wrists and ankles, for the whip. He had broken the army's rules and sneaked out of camp to go meet Diana. It wasn't the first time he had done it, not at all. He sneaked out of camp every night, in fact. But that one night, his mentor and commanding officer, William, had decided he had turned a blind eye to that open secret for more than long enough. Waiting for the whip had been almost as terrible as shivering under the violent slashes, biting his lower lip not to let out a cry of pain. He had taken the punishment in silence, all three dozen hits.

This is going to hurt a hell of a lot more, though...

Alexis's expression betrayed her own tension, and her musculature bulged in full definition as she prepared to be hit, but she continued to fearlessly gallop towards the dark, twisted temple in the middle of the forest. It looked like an ancient church overgrown with dark vines and brambles sporting long, deadly thorns as hard as steel. The modest bell tower was cracked and bent to one side, looking like it would collapse at any moment, and the steep roof was broken in several points.

The place looked ghastly and desperate, but Killer knew that the outside was actually the gracious part. The real horror was inside, where the worst sinners were punished. He had walked inside during his earlier visit and he still remembered very clearly the deep sadness and pity he had felt for the many emaciated, scrawny bodies sitting on cold slabs of stone, mumbling prayers and begging for pardon. They were all weighted down by thick, heavy and dirty rags, soaked with years of excreted matter. The stench inside the temple was horrendous, yet many of those poor souls no longer complained about it. They just unendingly prayed for a pardon that would never arrive, their bodies too weak to even just shift position, their shoulders slumped in defeat... and their eyes sewn crudely shut with rusty iron wire. Tears of blood streaked down their deep-sunken cheeks, drawing new red lines over rivulets that the time had caked onto the pale, unhealthy skin.

They were the sinners who had allowed their envy for others to turn into violent hate, and their punishment was terrible. Their eyes, that had been instruments of hate, were turned into a source of pain and endless darkness. The sinners were abandoned into a silent, never-ending night, unable to move, see, or hear. It had given Killer nightmares that sometime still visited him at night... especially since those cursed souls had no hope of ever seeing their torment ending. When Lord God was in control of Heaven, every punishment had the potential of ending, one day, if the sinner managed to truly understand his mistakes and atone for them. With Satan and Typhon in charge and locked into a war, that hope no longer existed. The only way for any punishment to end was with transformation into a demon: instead of being driven to atonement, the souls were encouraged to become one with their sins, to derive power from them and become weapons to be used against Heaven and the mortals. All the prayers, sincere or not, that those poor souls were wording, day after day after day, were for nothing.

Lilith had mentioned that some kind of major work had been carried out in the area, and there was a possibility that a Power Core might be hidden beneath the temple. Killer and Alexis worked the reins to bring Ruin and Wrath to a stop near the entrance of the temple, and they both grimaced as they heard the constant singsong voices locked in endless praying... before looking back with matching snarls of shock and rage as Satan leaned forwards, squinting his eyes and finally cackling as he spotted them.

"There you are, you arrogant microbes! That's all you are when seen from up here: microbes! Wannabe usurpers of my throne!" The High King shoved violently into the massive force that the antennas focused for him, and an enormous beam of energies exploded forwards, rushing against the two lovers.

Killer and Alexis stumbled backwards as the ground beneath their feet shattered and enormous slabs of dirt and stone shifted and pushed upwards, the landscape around them disintegrating into fragments while the forest of mirrors suddenly blazed up in flames, the ancient trees shrieking in agony as they were rapidly consumed down to the ashes, before the damned, blind souls let out their own cries... but they were short-lived, abruptly ending as their bodies dissolved, long before the beam of force actually struck, with a rumble that was louder than any storm, any explosion.

Killer and Alexis reacted on instinct, slipping down the sides of their horses and unceremoniously slapping their rumps to send them running. Ruin and Wrath vanished in flashes of fire just as the two lovers' bodies began to grow and expand, muscles flexing and bulging with all of their power as they closed their eyes with matching growls... and when they reopened they had both grown thousands of times bigger, the little temple looking like nothing but a tiny toy next to Killer's toe.

"Tear that fucking church apart, see if it hides something!" Alexis roared, spreading her arms at the same time and digging her feet in as she braced to resist the incoming impact. Her eyes glowed an intense sapphire and her energy glowed around her like a fire as she formed a solid shield of pure force ahead of them. Killer turned around just in time to see the temple disintegrating, blown away like a house of cards as winds stronger than hurricanes whipped the land, set into motion by the gigantic spear of energy coming from the Spire.

He wished the few surviving damned souls away from that cursed place, teleporting them out of the way just before smashing his enormous fist into the ground, digging deep into the now smoldering, barren hill. He yanked his hand back, enlarging the crater, digging up millions of cubic meters of dirt and stone with the same ease with which a child would play with sand on a beach, but found nothing. He slammed his fist down once more, snarling in frustration and powerless rage and even in fear, but again found nothing... and then Alexis let out a cry of agony and crashed backwards into him, her arms trembling violently as malignant energy cursed through her system, her hands pushing back against her shield which was denting inwards ominously and cracking under the terrifying pressure of Satan's assault.

She let out a snarl of pain and exertion, her boots digging deep canyons in the Hell of Envy while her biceps bulged explosively as she half-hugged the tremendous beam of energy, wrestling it upwards and backwards, trying to prevent it crushing them both into the ground, and Killer turned around to wrap his arm around her waist, shoving his other hand up to help her resist.

"I... can't... hold it back!" Alexis snarled between gritted fangs, and her shield cracked loudly, several pieces of the barrier dissolving and letting rays of energy through that smashed into her, into him, into the world around them, going off in massive explosions. Blood sprayed out of Alexis's arm as one of the rays shot through her bicep, and another explosion ripped a deep gash in her abs, before other explosions made her legs tremble, a cry of pain coming from her jaws.

Killer was struck in the shoulder, and the violence of the explosion nearly knocked both of them over, his fangs gritting so hard that they creaked while he violently stomped into the crater, kicking up a huge cloud of dirt as he enlarged it, demolishing a vast area, turning it upside down... but nothing emerged. Whatever works had been carried out, they had not been about building a new power core.

Another beam of energy struck him, right in the leg, and he nearly fell to his knees, a growl of pain escaping his lips, which became a snarl as he felt Alexis trembling under his arm, her shield cracking further as they were slammed back across the whole of the Hell of Envy, their feet tearing deep canyons through the width of the entire region. Killer grunted and turned around just before they smashed into the rocky cliff that went up to the hell of Sloth, using his body to protect Alexis from the violent impact.

He attempted to gather enough focus to teleport them both away, but the pain was too intense as he was brutally smashed back into solid stone, the shards of the broken barrier cutting into his hand, tearing through his fingers as he shoved hard forwards, helping his beloved queen against that deluge of malignant energy. He glared down towards the ground, and somehow managed to cast the spell for opening a portal, and he and Alexis fell through it as it opened. She grunted in a mix of agony and relief, recoiling in his arms as she let go of the barrier, and the immense explosion they saw before the portal swirled closed, made them shiver in horror and exhaustion.

It was only a brief moment of darkness, but they savored it, because it brought them a little bit of relief. The pain cursing through their forms was terrible, and when the exit portal opened and their feet slammed into the ground, their legs gave in. Killer crashed heavily on his knees, grunting in pain and panting hard, and Alexis half-curled up in his arms, wincing in agony as she caught herself as best she could with her arms. "Fucking hell..." The goddess breathlessly muttered, slowly and carefully flexing her body and gritting her fangs at how loudly her bones creaked. "That thing is insane."

Killer grunted in agreement, and immediately turned around to identify the area they had collapsed into. He was relieved to see that they were reasonably close to the next target on the list, even though he had barely been able to visualize the place in his memory while opening the portal.

Looking eastwards he could see the red glow of the eternal flames burning in the tombs of Dashrur. As his eyesight cleared a bit more from the flashes caused by the searing pain he also spotted some of the larger mausoleums and pyramids, visible over the dark walls of the necropolis and the corrupted jungle surrounding it. He had missed the target by many miles, but with that worked up at just a few steps at their current size... unfortunately, towering at such godly proportions also made them easy to spot, and Satan immediately found them, grinning cruelly as he mocked them by wiggling his fingers, caressing the antennas like they were the chords of an harp as he concentrated another immense mass of raw energy.

"You resisted to the first shot. That's amazing... but can you take a second...?" Satan cruelly teased, and Killer and Alexis could do nothing other than get up to their feet as best they could and charge towards the necropolis, trying to ignore the way every bit of their bodies seemed to howl for mercy, their minds filled with the pulsing awareness of pain and their backs feeling like they were on fire because of the terrifying heat radiated by the veritable sun of crackling, malignant energy that was swelling larger and larger behind them, preparing to explode.

Killer closed his eyes with a wince when he felt the heat becoming so intense that even his resistance to fire was overwhelmed, his skin and fur burning and his flesh flaking away as the beam rushed down towards them. The ground beneath his feet disintegrated and he was thrown up into the air, all his bones begging for mercy as he awkwardly turned his fall into a lunge towards a shifting island of dirt and stone, landing on it with a grunt. Alexis landed on another just ahead of him, hissing in agony as the heat devastated her own body. "Go ahead, my turn at the shield!" Killer urged, scrambling to his feet and reaching her, turning around to face the blindingly luminous violet sun that seemed to be crashing down on him like a meteor.

Alexis gazed at him with concern and said something that the roar of the incoming energy drowned out, but she nonetheless charged into the necropolis, kicking down its ancient walls and bastions like they were nothing but toys, before she angrily slammed her fist into one of the burning pyramids, disintegrating it in a hailstorm of colossal stone blocks that shot through buildings and tombs all across the vast area, sinking deep into the ground and looking like titanic tombstones.

Killer braced himself for impact, taking position as best he could and summoning all of his power to form a large, translucent shield that he pushed against the terrifying beam of violet light... and he let out a roar of agony and exertion when the ray struck into the barrier, smashing him backwards with terrible force, causing his feet and even his legs to sink deep into the ground even as he struggled hard, pushing back with all his strength, trying to wrestle that massive force away.

The shield audibly cracked, and the edges began to burn and dissolve, causing Killer's eyes to bulge in horror as he realized that no matter how hard he tried he was going to be crushed. He roared in pain as bolts of electricity and raw energy began to tear through the shield, knocking fragments of it loose and shooting them into his chest. They tore through his armor and stuck into his flesh like daggers, but his body instinctively re-absorbed them and used the energy to heal the damage. The violet light coming from the Spire was a whole different thing, malignant and destructive at levels that he had never before experienced. He tried to absorb the blades of energy that tore through the cracks in the shield and slammed into his chest, but his eyes bulged in shock and anguish at the pain that exploded into his form as that negative energy violently reacted against his system. It was like high voltage electricity exploding through his nervous system, but with a ferocious intensity unlike anything else he had ever experienced. His jaws opened in a silent, breathless scream as blood sprayed out of his mouth and nostrils, smoke coming from his insides as he felt his organs twisting and curling up on themselves, burning like hell... and he collapsed forwards, coughing hard and vomiting blood, his muscles spasming out of control.

He caught himself with his hands, slumping down instead of crashing face-first into the ground, but as soon as he lost the grip, physical and mental, on the shield, it crashed backwards into him, making him howl in pain as he was crushed deep into the stone.

"Yes! This is how you die, arrogant fake god!" Satan cackled, leaning forwards with a savage grin full of merciless glee, his arms bulging with power as the many prison-crystals inserted in his body glowed brilliantly, feeding him even more force. The violet beam swelled even larger and grew even heavier, and Killer cried out weakly even as he did his best to push back, to hold the shield aloft, angling it in such a way to protect Alexis, further behind. He crouched up as best he could, ramming his shoulder into his cracked shield and gritting his fangs as he shoved with all of his strength, while tremblingly reaching up for Wyvern's handle, up over his shoulder.

It seemed to take an age of suffering and misery, but finally his fingers brushed the thick handle and he seized into it like his life depended on it... and it probably did. He drew energy from the Imprisonment Crystal, and a warm, soothing flood of force moved up his arm and into his tormented chest, allowing his heart to beat again and prying open the cruel vice that was strangling his lungs. He managed to draw in one big breath, and it tasted like heaven... but it was only a small and temporary relief, and he knew he had to exploit it to the very best of his possibilities. He cocked Wyvern back as far as he could, the blade tearing into the landscape like it was made of butter, and then he tensed up, gathering as much strength as he could as he pushed one hand into the shield and used the other to swing his sword up in a violent swing.

He struck the center of the shield with all the power he could muster, and he let out a snort through his gritted fangs as the barrier recoiled violently, sending a ripple of energy shooting back towards the antennas.

Satan saw it coming and gaped in shock for a brief moment, before snarling in absolute fury and disbelief while he strangled the top of the two antennas in his huge hands, pumping energy into them at a furious rate, so much so that at least three of the prison-crystals sticking out of his flesh lost their luster and then shattered, releasing nothing but puffs of ashes, all what remained of the gods that had been imprisoned inside. "Oh, no, you don't! You are going to die, you hear me? Die!" Satan roared, trembling with rage and, maybe, fear as Killer somehow resisted to that terrifying assault, screaming in pain but managing to move a step forwards, hefting up a foot that seemed heavier than a planet, while the shield bent around Wyvern's blade and allowed some of the violet energy to rush past on either side, vaporizing two vast swaths of land.

The liger seized into Wyvern's handle with both hands, his arms trembling violently, and he bit his lower lip: it felt like ages had passed, but he knew that it been mere moments. How many exactly, he couldn't tell. But he knew he was not going to last long. Despite all his efforts, he was smashed backwards almost all the way to the ruins of the necropolis, and the pain in his arms was such that Wyvern tilted backwards, coming dangerously close to his own face.

"Not here." Alexis muttered, and the sound of her voice gave him even greater pleasure than it usually did. She leaned into his back, gently, and wrapped her arms around his chest before teleporting the both of them away, letting the beam of energy smash with full force into the crater that Alexis had dug without finding anything useful. They reappeared in another area of Hell that Lilith had mentioned, and Alexis unceremoniously tossed a massive sphere of energy into the abandoned fortress, a massive circular bastion built on a tiny rocky island in the middle of a large river delta. It had guarded the entrance to the port of a town a few miles inland, which enjoyed a large harbor thanks to a wide curve in the river's course, but the port itself had been devastated during earlier battles and garrisoning the fort seemed not to be a priority for anyone at that point. The castle exploded, along with the small island, and much of the river's dark and poisonous waters turned into nothing but vapor. Killer, meanwhile, turned around to glare at the Spire, wincing in pain as his neck creaked audibly and wondering why Satan wasn't already firing against them. The High King was there, perched on his tower, but he was fuming at something else which was making him furious... and following his gaze, the liger saw Adrasthea in the distance, assaulting one of the fortresses that Satan's troops had just re-conquered.

Satan slammed one hand into the barrier, beginning to charge an attack against the goddess of strategy, but Gaia, from the opposite side of Hell, sent massive flaming roots slamming into the barrier. They could not get through, but they caught Satan's attention all the same, and the High King turned around to glare at her... before looking towards another fortress when Vesta tossed a large sphere of energy up at his face, the explosion rattling the entire violet wall surrounding the Spire.

"They have sallied out to distract him and take back the castles..." Alexis said, and her lips curled in a hint of smile as she teleported them towards another location. As soon as they hit solid land, however, she grimaced and pushed her arms upwards to form another shield, muttering: "But Satan is not going to let himself be distracted. He knows what we are trying to do."

The High King of Hell immediately spotted them his main targets and ignored everyone else, in fact, and Killer cursed under his breath while rushing forward, viciously slamming his fists into the target, pulverizing it, digging under it, then around it, upturning entire forests and ripping the ruins of an entire village out of the ground, crushing it angrily between his palms, feeling frustration growing together with despair. What do we do if there is no other core, or if we don't find it...?

Any answer he could come up with was terrifying, and so was the terrible force reverberating through his body as another beam of energy smashed into Alexis's shield, blasting her backwards and causing a loud cry to escape through her gritted fangs even as she did her best not to scream.

"There is nothing here!" Killer urgently snarled, digging up hills like they were mere piles of sand, brushing aside vast swaths of landscape with terrible ease, but finding nothing of what he needed.

"We can't... go on... like this." Alexis growled, her voice broken and warped by the exertion of wrestling back against the deluge of destructive force that threatened to crush them both out of existence.

Killer knew she was right: they were going to be dead long before they could possibly search all of the places on the list. They had to either find a core really quickly, or retreat into the Shadoworld and think of something else, hoping that Satan would not get to them even there. The focused "lasers" of energy he could now shoot from the top of the Spire were powerful enough to tear through the fabric of reality and hit them even in another dimension, if Satan managed to find the right place to strike.

"Where do we go next...?" Killer urgently asked, rapidly reviewing the options they had. Too many.

"The. Fucking. River." Alexis breathlessly muttered, and Killer immediately understood what she meant. And he could only agree with her: their last attempt had to be the Cocytus, because the talk of "works" carried out on an eternally frozen, immobile and immutable river was just too suspect not to be verified.

Killer turned around and hugged Alexis around the waist, and closed his eyes, teleporting them away once more. In one instant, they reappeared close to the bottom of Hell, in the circle of Lust, their legs straddling one stretch of the frozen river. Killer looked down at it briefly, grimacing as he realized just how long it was, even seen from their current colossal height. The river was a solid serpent of ice embedded in narrow valleys and crushed between high rocky coasts. The exposed, abused, scarred asses of the tormented souls, buried head-down into the ice, with their ankles and arms locked in the stone-like coldness, were little more than tiny dark dots when seen from so far above.

Alexis panted hard, stumbling a bit on the spot as her shoulders slumped, sweat rolling down her smoldering form, covered in bleeding wounds and gashes and burnt marks that were attempting to heal but still crackled with that terrible, malignant energy. Killer stood up and hugged her, gently, delicately, trying to avoid touching her wounds, and he drew energy from Wyvern again, sharing it with her. She closed her eyes with a little sigh of relief, and in that moment it felt like the best sound Killer had ever heard in his life. "You dig up the damn river. Shield duty is on me, now." Killer calmly said, his eyes glowing with fury as he glared at the Spire from over her shoulder, his lips curling up in a grimace of hate and distaste as Satan turned around and spotted them, smiling with cruel glee.

"You disappoint me, usurpers... I didn't think you were also cowards. I didn't think you'd jump all over the place like scared chickens." Satan taunted, slowly spreading his arms as he focused an even greater amount of energy in a large, blindingly luminous star in front of him.

Killer was tempted to bark a response, but in the end he only made a grimace of distaste and cracked his neck, taking a deep breath and preparing for the suffering ahead. His body begged him to run away from that assault, but he focused on Ira's lessons, and did his best to prepare.

Pain is a state of mind. I can control my mind. I can shut the pain out.

He formed a large shield in front of himself, and squeezed harder into the handle of Wyvern, taking comfort from the familiar weight and mass of the gigantic sword. It dragged his arms down and made them hurt even worse, but without it he knew he'd feel lost... and the Imprisonment Crystal still whispered and moaned weakly, as if to remind him that there was some more energy he could count on if things truly got desperate.

"You are so wonderfully predictable!" Satan shouted with dark glee over the sinister rumbling of the growing violet sun. "I knew you'd rush out of your hiding places if I gave you enough of an incentive... Did you like the screen trick? For so long a time, you've seen nothing but false images of the Spire. And none of you suspected a thing!" The High King threw his head backwards and cackled, slowly hefting the blindingly luminous violet sun above his head, charging it with all the energy he could muster, causing all prison-crystals in his body to glow and overheat, trembling hard enough to send small rivulets of blood streaking down his body as they moved in his flesh. "I've allowed you to bask in your arrogant confidence... and then lured you out for the killing blow. Goodbye, Amon-Ra! It was fun till' it lasted, but it is time for you to die!"

Satan laughed cruelly and settled his palms carefully onto the surface of the immense artificial sun, and a blade of violet light shot through the sky and smashed down into Killer's shield, bending his spine and forcing him down on one knee, terrifying bolts of energy crackling around the edges of the barrier and even shooting right through it to slam into the liger's chest, making him scream in agony, his eyes filling with violet light that seemed to burn its way right into his brain. It was unbearable, and he choked on his own blood, coughing it up in thick splatters.

He leaned his head against the shield, shoving forwards the flat of Wyvern as hard as he could, and somehow, even over the deafening rumble of energy and destruction, he heard Satan laughing and taunting: "Yeah, usurper, kneel before me! That's your place, groveling in the dirt!"

Alexis heard the taunt too, and she gritted her fangs with a snarl of fury, but she kept digging up huge blocks of ice, smashing the Cocytus into bits, tearing up the river's bed and then slamming her fist into a rocky cliff, gripping into the side of a mountain and tearing it down like it was just a model set, before pointing her palm down at the many twists and turns ahead, making a grimace of distaste and hate as she blasted sphere of energy after sphere of energy into the landscape, disintegrating vast swaths of land in each monstrous explosion. She walked forwards, following the course of the frozen river, and demolished everything on her path, stomping the ice into fragments under her boots, crushing the tormented into tiny splatters of blood that stained her sole crimson, and she slammed her fist onto the tall cliffs, tearing deep into them. The Power Core could be hidden anywhere, and she cursed every second of fruitless chase, trying in every way to detect a hint of energy, a signature of some sort, any kind of sensation which might guide her to the target... but she continued to find nothing, and she trembled in a mix of horror and fury as she heard Killer roar in pain and misery.

The huge male opened his eyes and stared at his wildly-spasming arms, feeling his strength rapidly leaving him as the shield cracked, even more energy breaking through and washing over him, worse than any fire, louder than any deluge, consuming his armor, his flesh, his muscles with the same terrifying ease, but still he roared and pushed upwards, trying to regain a bit of breathing space while he was slowly but inexorably crushed into the ground... and suddenly he felt movement to his right side, and he recognized a friendly, warm presence. Ira crouched at his side and gently seized into his burnt, ruined arm, helping him in shoving the shield forwards, and he felt tears rolling down his cheeks as her energies flowed into him, soothing his pain, as she invited the agony on herself. She did her best not to shriek, but he could hear her suffocated, breathless cries and feel how hard her body trembled, and he did his best to push some words out of his blood-filled mouth: "Don't... run away..."

Ira only ground harder into his side instead, and leaned forwards to kiss his cheek, even as the violet energy burned both of their faces away. Her energy was pure, warm, soothing, delightful, and Killer used it to push forwards with renewed strength, gritting his fangs as some of the cracks in the barrier healed and sealed shut.

Other loving arms wrapped around him from behind, and he shivered in a mix of horror and bliss as he realized that Mriya and Elaine were there, pushing from behind, kissing the sides of his neck. He couldn't bear the thought of them suffering, he couldn't dare to open his eyes to see the violet energy flaking the skin off their faces, and he cried, begging them to leave him... but they did not. Vesta hugged his other arm, and with all the new forces flooding into his system he managed to stand up, tremblingly straightening, and then he slowly, painfully extended his arms, shoving the shield hard forwards and breaking into a small charge, advancing by three small, unsteady steps.

It was enough, however: there was a ripple of crackling force and the violet beam lost cohesion, breaking apart into motes of energy that fluctuated in the air for a few instants before being sucked back towards the Spire. Satan recoiled violently, grunting in shock as he nearly fell of the immense tower, his eyes bulging wide as the light of several more yellow crystals on his form flickered out of existence.

For a moment, Satan looked horrified, turning from side to side to look at the gigantic antennas as they crackled with the overload of energy backfiring into them... but they rapidly went back to normal, and a sly grin returned on his face as saw Killer panting hard, stumbling on the spot and surrounded by goddesses who slowly slumped down to their knees, breathless and spent.

Satan immediately began to charge up another shot, licking his lips... but then his eyes followed the course of the river, which had been turned into a ugly canyon of destruction, and he spotted Alexis as she continued to follow the Cocytus, tearing up both shores along the way, digging deep to find any hidden bunker.

Satan's eyes twitched and he gaped in horror for a moment, and Killer, noticing it from down below, found the strength to smile slightly, suddenly knowing that they were in the right place. "It's here!" He shouted, even though his voice came out broken and far weaker than he had intended. Alexis, however, heard him and grinned savagely, redoubling her efforts and blasting a shockwave of psychic force down the valley ahead of her, pulverizing the rocky cliffs on either side and blasting the river itself into a hailstorm of dust, tiny slivers of ice and fragments of stone.

"You'll never find what you seek!" Satan roared from above, and he turned around slightly, aiming against Alexis this time, blasting a huge beam of force against her and snarling: "You'll be vapor long before getting close to it!"

Killer charged towards Alexis, ignoring the terrible pain in every inch of his body, dragging Wyvern with the tip tearing a deep canyon in the devastated land and his eyes fixed on the incoming sword of energy. Alexis, demonstrating absolute trust and confidence in him, didn't even bother turning around, continuing instead to search for their target.

Killer once more formed a shield and smashed it into the flow of malignant force, gritting his fangs as he was pushed hard backwards even as he did his best to brace, to dig his feet in. Immediately, Adrasthea appeared at his side, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and seizing his wrist in the other hand, pushing forwards with him, passing her energies into him... and Gaia appeared at the opposite side, doing the same. Pamela was next, leaning into his broad back and supporting him, while the other Praetorians helped Alexis, growing to titanic sizes and stabbing their spears into hills and mountains and cliffs, slashing open wide wounds in the landscape. Manticora and Kimera followed, and their massive hooves rattled Hell as they rasped and kicked and smashed, already covered in blood as they were after having squished Satan's troops around some of the fortresses.

"This... is not... what I told you to... to do." Killer reprimanded, but the goddesses only smiled at him with love, ignoring the malignant energy that blasted through their bodies with terrible, devastating force.

"Thank you." The huge male finally said, and Sekhmeth grinned widely, leaning her head over his shoulder and gripping teasingly into his firm ass, pushing him forwards and sharing her immense strength with him.

"No need for thanks, stud." The lioness breathed, and together they pushed hard back against Satan, once more breaking the beam into motes of energy.

Immediately, the High King fired another, again aiming against Alexis, but again Killer and the others rushed in the way, blocking the worst of it. Ira crawled up at his side once more, even though she was out of energy from the first time, and she hugged his leg as best she could, passing on her energies... and Killer had a flashback of their morning together, and a trembling grin spread on his features as he playfully said: "Remember when you said we could take it easy...? I knew something huge would immediately pop up to punish us all for it!"

The cobra coughed out a thick gout of blood, but still found the energies needed to tilt her head back and gaze up at him with a little smile: "I guess the world doesn't want me to ever stop poking you onwards."

"Fuckin' world will better change its fuckin' mind." Killer grumbled, before turning to the other side as Vicky portaled in and hugged his bicep, smiling at him with affection.

"I'm not as strong as the others... but I'll give you all I have." The doe said, and Killer swallowed thickly, unable to find words to thank her, and all the others, for their courage and self-sacrifice. Instead, he took a deep breath and prepared to shove forwards once more, pulling back the hand that held Wyvern just so he could slam it back into the shield, producing a rhythmical, intimidating beat of cold, deadly steel. Kesteven's warriors had marched into battle to the sound of swords against shields for uncountable centuries, and he wanted Satan to hear and panic, like all enemies of the North before him.

"Ready... push!" Killer roared, and he slammed his shoulder into the shield, charging forwards and pushing until his legs threatened to give in and let him fall down to his knees. The beam of violet force surrendered first, however, dissolving in a flash of angry energy that sent massive bolts crackling in every direction, striking the ground with the destructive power of meteors.

Satan gaped in shock and immediately began to charge up another attack, his eyes glued on Alexis and on the two massive zebra as they rapidly followed the course of the Cocytus, drawing nearer and nearer to the power core that he knew they were searching. "You won't find it! You won't find it, you hear me?" The High King howled, angrily slamming his hand into the growing sphere of energy ahead of him, each impact sending a blade of violet light shooting towards Alexis. The femme fatale reacted rapidly, however, forming a shield and leaning into the assault, snarling as she pushed sideways with all of her strength, muscles bulging explosively as she deflected the beams and sent them crashing into the Cocytus, turning an entire, long valley into nothing but a succession of smoldering craters. "Thanks for the help, you idiot." Alexis taunted, and Satan trembled with frustration and fury, his hands vibrating with the urge of striking out again against her. He restrained himself, however, because it was clear that if he didn't wait for a proper concentration of energy he only wasted his shots.

Killer and the others exploited the moment to catch their breath and tend to each other's worst wounds, but their eyes remained fixed on the sinister violet sun looming over them all, knowing that at any moment it would rush down against them once more.

Killer slowly flexed his arm, wincing at the pain it gave him and trying to tell himself that the horrendous wounds and burns were going to heal: most of the flesh had flaked off his bones, and what remained was blackened and carbonized. Every movement caused him indescribable pain as more of his nerves and muscle fibers snapped and broke, and even wanting to he could not have abandoned Wyvern because his burnt-out flesh had pretty much welded together with the handle. The idea of prying it loose made him grimace as he realized how painful it was going to be. He trembled violently, even though he tried to hide it, and his heart beat only slowly and erratically. He didn't dare looking around too much, and the others did the same: their bodies were horribly damaged and their faces were bony, scary masks. None of them was eager to show his misery to the others, and they were even less willing to see the mutilations on the faces of their loved ones. They only looked up to the Spire, shivering as they breathed air that smelled of blood, decay, ashes and, above all, of burnt flesh.

"I thank all of you, but you can't take another hit like that. Go and help Alexis... if we find that fuckin' power core, we can put an end to all of this." Killer calmly but firmly said as soon as he regained enough control to keep his voice steady and clear. And then, before any of the goddesses had a chance to protest, he quietly added: "It is an order."

Around him, the exhausted goddesses hesitated for a moment, but finally began to move away from him. Only Sekhmeth was still standing: the others were spent and could barely move, even though they all did their best to push up to their feet, not wanting to appear weak, especially not with the goddess of Destruction nearby. Manticora, Kimera and the Praetorians who had been helping Alexis traded places without the need for any orders: they rushed up to Killer's side, along with Boadicea, just as a new ray of apocalyptic force exploded towards them.

Boadicea wrapped one arm around Killer's own, pulling him against her side, one of her legs pushing into his as they braced together, and the sharkess hefted up Satan's Bane, aiming the mace-spear against the incoming deluge of violet energy. Killer felt her trembling, but he could never have blamed her in any way for it: the roaring apocalypse ahead was terrifying.

"Mere weeks ago, I would have never thought it possible that one day I'd be so eager to face death arm in arm with you." The goddess playfully said, even as her smile trembled a little, and her voice betrayed some of her anxiety.

"He grows on you, huh...?" Sekhmeth teased from his other side, as she hugged his other arm and prepared to resist. "I hear you there. Before meeting this dumb brute right here, I never thought I'd care this much about anyone. Don't know what it is: he just grows on you. Maybe because he protects you. Or because he is all romantic and shit when he wants. Or because he is handsome as fuck. Maybe it's because of the mile-long cock and the never-ending stamina... I dunno."

Nikita snorted in amusement at that, hugging the huge male from behind and shielding half of his front using the vast twin-blades of her weapon. Crystal did much the same from the other side, and Valery and Kate crouched near his legs, shielding them and pumping their energies into him, eyes wide with horror as the biggest beam of energy yet drew nearer and nearer, shattering the landscape all around them and sending an incandescent wind washing over them with terrible ferocity.

Killer shut his eyes and gritted his fangs, leaning forwards against the shield and pushing as much energy as he could into it... and then he was back in the center of the violet inferno of heat, electricity and sheer, overwhelming force as the beam collided into the shield and crushed them down into the ground, turning that entire region of the Hell of Lust into nothing but a scorched, smoldering, blackened crater.

"This is the end, for all of you insolent vermin!" Satan roared, leaning forwards and pushing as hard as he could, grinning savagely with every inch of progress, even as crystal after crystal inserted in his body cracked and shattered, while the others became incandescent as they drained the prisoner gods of all of their forces.

Killer felt that he would die. Even Sekhmeth was rapidly exhausting her energies, her fangs gritting so tightly that they creaked audibly as she did her best to resist, but the shield was bending at the edges, letting that roaring, violet inferno surround them on all sides, literally vaporizing the ground under their feet and turning their entire world in a small space walled in by the deadliest of all flames. Lightning bolts of violet energy crackled back and forth in that narrow, hostile space, shooting through them like spears and setting their nervous system on fire.

The pressure within the ever smaller bubble was unbearable, and it made their bones creak sinisterly, sending jolts of pain up their spines. They resisted, but they lost ground slowly but inexorably, and with every moment that passed they became weaker. Killer opened his eyes, and turned to stare at Sekhmeth, at her chest bleeding from a large wound left by a lightning bolt that had shot right through. Her muzzle was so badly burnt out that he could see the skull and the jawbone exposed, covered in tatters of blackened meat. Her eyes still glowed with energy and determination, however, and when she caught his gaze she gave him a smile and a wink... making him immediately feel guilty for having thought, even for a brief moment, that she might elect to teleport away, to safety, leaving them behind to perish.

Maybe we should all teleport away, in fact...

"I can feel your lives vanishing away..." Satan cruelly taunted, and somehow they heard his voice loud and clear in their minds. "How does it feel, huh...? How does defeat feel? Painful? I bet it is. I'm about to steal your everything away." He paused for a moment, savoring his victory with such merciless glee that they could picture him licking his muzzle. It made them all furious, but there was nothing they could do about it... and right in that moment, Satan added: "And to make sure I don't have to follow you around to another corner of Hell, the Scholars and Scribes are making sure you cannot teleport away. Goodbye, losers!"

Killer's eyes opened wide at that, and within a moment he managed to feel it clearly: the weight of the ancient magic of the ministers of Hell, blocking them in place. It was a force that they'd normally be able to easily overcome, but now that their energies were so depleted, it was impossible for them to break out.

I waited too long... He looked to the side, searching the eyes of Boadicea, and the queen of Amazons only closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, squeezing his arm under hers with even greater determination. Still, he whispered words of apology. He had never wanted to bring them into a trap, and he felt horribly guilty for the fate that they were now forced to share. "I think I have enough juice for... a last push. I can move out to the side, and hopefully open a breach. You can get out through it, and get away."

"Don't you go all dumb on us." Sekhmeth firmly scolded him, leaning into his side with greater force. "We are here because we have made our choices. Everyone comes out of this alive, or no one does." The lioness looked up at him with a trembling grin, the exertion making her mighty musculature spasm out of control, causing her features to twitch strangely, but her eyes burned with determination... and the Praetorians all squeezed into his form with affection and loyalty, giving him even more of their energy as they shouted: "Where you go, the Guard follows!"

Killer closed his eyes, shivering with the emotion that it gave him to hear their voices, full of energy still, with no hint of hesitation. There was no way to thank them enough for all they were ready to do for him. No way for him to feel truly worthy of such devotion. He tried, hard, putting all of his strength in one last hard shove, but after just two small steps he began to be shoved back by the deluge of violet energy pressing against the damaged shield. He roared in frustration, rage and fear, ramming his shoulder into the barrier, but he failed to gain any more ground.

Even Black Killer was silent, apparently having no suggestions and no sharp comments to offer, unlike all other times, and that worried the liger the most. He had been hoping, for once, to receive a bit of help, a hint, even an annoyingly arrogant taunt... anything that could give him a clue about how to break out of that nightmare.

Instead, he felt the Praetorians shifting behind him. They did not let go of his legs and waist, but he felt their bodies moving away from his back as they turned around... and then he felt the unbearable, destructive head on his shoulders becoming less intense, less tormenting. The rumbling noise of cascading energy changed as well, and it was like a part of that deluge was now deflected and pushed away from his rear... and he turned around, ignoring the painful creak in his neck as he gazed over his shoulder, his eyes bulging in shock and horror as he spotted Alcana and Savannah crouching and forming a tunnel behind them by holding up their own shields, over which roared a massive river of furious, crackling violet energy.

His eyes fixed on their gritted teeth, on the fatigue evident on their faces and in their spasming bodies, and his gaze went down with concern to their swollen bellies, full of new life. Their children were inside them, and yet there they were, fighting for him, risking their lives. Further back he spotted even Katy, half-crushed under her own shield, which she was desperately holding up using her spine and the back of her neck. Somehow, she found the strength to smile to him, even as sweat rolled down her cheeks and her entire body was rattled by shudders.

"Why are you here?" Killer shouted, in a mix of gratitude and horror. "You should be in Eaglenest, safe and protected!"

"While you try so hard to have your ass kicked...? No way!" Savannah countered, and Alcana snorted in amusement at that, nodding in agreement, before urgently explaining: "Retreat in contact, right now. Alexis found the damn thing! We are here to help you get there."

Killer's eyes flashed with hope, anticipation and hunger for revenge all at once, a grin spreading on his lips as he registered the news, in all of their gravity. The Praetorians and Boadicea, immediately, grunted for the effort but nonetheless pushed forwards to hold up a defensive front while Killer, slowly and carefully, began to walk backwards, guided by Kate who directed him around the devastated wasteland that Alexis had left behind in her furious search for the hidden power core. Shattered cliffs, leveled mountains, deep canyons and vast, smoldering craters were an insidious ground to walk in reverse and while exhausted, but with the help of the goddesses forming a testudo formation of shields overlapping each other, he made rapid progress.

Satan, after a brief moment of savage delight at the sight of his enemies losing ground, suddenly realized what had happened as he spotted Alexis giving him the finger while holding up her own transparent barrier, while crouching near a mountain of black stone that she had cracked in half like a mere egg. And there, glowing with energy, exposed to the world, was one of the power cores.

"No! This does not change anything! The victory will be mine! The victory is mine!" The High King angrily howled, leaning forwards so much that he almost fell from the top of the Spire, his musculature flexing and bulging so much that his own scales ripped off and fell away as the great muscles tore through his own skin. He grinned maniacally, pushing into the violet sun even with his chest as he struggled to redirect the massive beam of energy towards Alexis... but the femme fatale resisted, having exploited those precious minutes of relative peace for regenerating her worst wounds and to recover some of her forces. The increased pressure against Alexis meant a huge relief for Killer, and the huge male was able to straighten up and turn around to run towards his beloved queen, who grinned at him and jerked her head sideways to point at the power core.

Satan howled in denial and horror and fury, seeing Killer sprinting forwards, rapidly covering the distance, and he began to panic, shifting the beam back against him, striking the shield that he now carried upon his back. It crushed Killer down to his knees, but the liger fell with a growl of anticipation rather than one of fear, his grin spreading wider as he rapidly crawled towards the shattered mountain, his eyes fixed on the Core as it crackled with energy, glowing with the power of uncountable nuclear furnaces. In that moment, to the liger's eyes it looked like a spring generously squirting out clear, fresh water after a long, torturing march across the desert.

"I won't let you do that...!" Satan howled from above, but it now sounded querulous as the goddesses held up their shields, forming a formidable roof that allowed Killer to reach Alexis's side... and the femme fatale grinned in delight as she growled: "And now is show time!"

Killer smirked back at her, his eyes glowing with hunger and eagerness as he felt the enormous energy radiating from the power core. Tiny demons and clones and guardians moved on the various floors of the underground bunker that Alexis had open in the middle like a simple book, and countless weapons fired against the two titanic ligers, but there was nothing they could do. Even the largest railgun emplacements were abandoned when the demons saw the hypersonic bullets just bounce pathetically off Killer's masculine chest, and dozens of demons dropped their weapons and ran for the edge of the abyss, throwing themselves out and falling to the ground miles below. Only the drones, unthinking and guided by computers, kept their positions, but they were less than gnats compared to the great god, and even their rocket launchers couldn't even get Killer to blink. The liger ignored the minuscule defenders and reached directly for the massive tower of energy-charged crystal. It was a tower of solid crystal stretching dozens of floors down the depths of the mountain, and it was hooked to a number of nuclear fusion reactors built all around its vast circumference. It thrummed with enormous power, ripe for the taking, and it crackled loudly as Killer's hand pushed through stone and concrete, tearing through the thick floors and smashing effortlessly through walls as the god wrapped his fingers around the massive piece of crystal.

It stung at first, and it angrily zapped him with a discharge of electricity that could have scorched an entire planet dead, but Killer had expected it and only hissed through his fangs, grinning savagely as even that intense pain only added to his pleasure at the idea of growing stronger... strong enough to exact revenge.

The idea of failing never crossed his mind. He was certain that this last core would be more than enough for his power to surpass the residual energy of the Spire's barrier... and Satan himself clearly was convinced of the same, because he roared and spluttered and screamed and cursed and threatened, his voice shrill and petulant and dripping with fear.

Killer squeezed on the giant crystal, hard, his bicep bulging with immense strength, and the hard stone cracked and shattered, bleeding energy that crackled in an endless succession of violent lightning bolts. The liger licked his lips as he began to absorb all of that power into his body, feeling it flooding his veins, racing up his arm and spreading across his entire form. It hurt, but at the same time made him feel better. It was a pleasure second only to that he could get from sex. If filled him with flames of lust and hunger. It made him ferocious and merciless as he flexed immense muscles that only swelled even greater and stronger, while his height increased rapidly. "You are pathetic, Satan..." Killer taunted, grinning viciously as his growing hand tore through floor after floor. At first he had only been able to squeeze the top of the crystal in his grip, but now the entire tower was a rapidly shrinking handle in his hand, and within a moment his knuckles smashed through the side of the mountain, effortlessly tearing through as his hand outgrew the confines of the huge bunker. At the same time, the beam of violet energy crashing into his back from the top of the Spire shrunk smaller, lighter, and weaker. Satan trembled in horror and terror as he saw the violet beam shrinking, and his eyes widened as the artificial sun in front of him deflated like a holed balloon as a huge amount of energy went missing. Killer, instead, only grew greater and stronger, his body processing the raw energy and turning it into an even greater power. Killer laughed darkly and effortlessly ripped the cracked rod of crystal out of the mountain, hefting it up in his hand and slowly flexing his arm, showing off the godlike mass and power of his bicep as he slowly crushed the power core into powder that leaked out between his fingers. He allowed his shield to dissolve, and the beam of violet energy struck him right in the center of the back, but the liger only threw his head back with a little growl of pleasure, leisurely rolling his immense, muscular shoulders as he shifted this way and that, causing the whole of Hell to rattle violently. "Right there, yeah... that's the spot. Got an itch right there." Killer taunted, arching his back to grind teasingly into the beam, as if it was nothing but Alexis's hand giving him gentle, loving scratches. "Right there... oh, yeah. Good. So good, that I'm almost tempted to keep you around as masseur." Killer mocked, and Satan trembled hard in terror, watching in disbelief as Killer began to absorb the violet energy directly from the beam, turning it all in yet more mass, more muscle, more strength, more raw, impossible power.

Satan felt tears rolling down his cheeks. He whimpered in fear and denial. He cried in despair. He shook his head and told himself that it couldn't possibly be true. He attempted to dispel the artificial sun and shut down the laser beam, but he discovered with utter anguish that he couldn't even do that anymore. That mass of energy already belonged to Killer and already bowed to his law alone.

"Scared, Satan...?" Killer teased, flexing his massive, muscular back to show off the full glory of his spectacular form, his damaged armor cracking and falling apart, vanishing in a cloud of darkness that was immediately reabsorbed inside him. His immense black shaft swung free and dangled, glorious in its impossible proportions, between his legs, so long and massive that it struck into the ground beneath, crushing mountains like anthills and tearing through the vertical cliff that from Lust fell towards the sad remains of Wrath. Towns, villages, temples, forests, hills, plains and mountains were slapped out of existence, turned into nothing but a huge rolling cloud of dust as the great cock heavily settled, and the god's ponderous balls cast an intimidating darkness upon no less than three Circles, leaving damned souls, ancient demons and warlords alike stunned into powerless adoration. They gazed at him with disbelief, with fear, with adoration, with envy. His power was immense, terrifying, unlike anything else Hell or Heaven had ever witnessed. And what was even more astonishing was that it clearly was nowhere near the liger's maximum potential. He kept growing even greater and stronger, his body thrumming with fearsome might as he drained the Spire of all its ancient and modern power. Eons upon eons of magic energy were sucked out of the ancient crystals and added to his strength, along with a multitude of nuclear furnaces. The most powerful sources of energy ever conceived by mortals, not just from their galaxy but from far away ones, even more advanced. Killer devoured it all, and the more he absorbed the easier it became to take away even more. At first he had experienced pain, but now he got only pleasure as energy flowed in his veins. "Just try and enjoy the show... a worthless bug like you doesn't even deserve to bear witness to my strength. But I'm generous. I'll grant you this chance to admire what real power is like."

Killer smirked, and he slowly rolled his mighty shoulders again, amused by how the mountains crumbled like bread in his grip, his body flexing and shuddering with power as his gargantuan, godlike member throbbed slowly, growing even thicker and even greater, making him lick his lips hungrily again as he slowly looked down at himself, at how his goliath cock alone loomed in front of the step-like circles of Hell, which looked so frail and vulnerable... The god grinned widely as he felt the power thrumming through his veins, muscles bulging larger, eyes glowing as his own skin threatened to rip from the raw energy pulsing through him, growling eagerly as he gazed down over the masses assembled out of villages and fortresses and encampments down below. They were less than ants to him, and he could have dragged his flaccid shaft slowly over them all, cancelling them like mistakes on the sheet of creation. No sign of their existence would have remained. None of them could do anything to stop him. They were completely powerless... non-entities whose number was completely meaningless. Zeroes. He was so much stronger than them that the sum of their efforts would always be zero compared to his might, no matter their number, their determination, their fear, their hopes, their wishes.

Killer looked up over his shoulder, grinning as he sized up Satan, and his eyes gleamed in amusement at how pathetic the High King now looked: even with all the crystals still glowing in his body, he was just a toy waiting to be squeezed and crushed and abused. Within moments, Killer had utterly turned the table: his body didn't just devour the Spire's energies, it used them in such a way to feed an exponential growth.

The god grew so much that his feet sunk through the Hell of Lust, shattering the damaged cliff and sending the debris and boulders and huge clouds of dust falling into the dark void that was all what remained of the Hell of Wrath, destroyed by Satan. Half of the circle of lust ended up disintegrated under his body weight, and still Killer continued to grow. He idly reached up with his hands and gripped into the edge of Hell's crater, his fingers tearing into the Styx river, flattening hills and crushing wastelands. While still crouching, Killer was now taller than Hell was deep. His muzzle loomed over the Styx while his toes wiggled tauntingly in the emptiness of Wrath. All seven Circles stared at his immense muscular form, at his body without paragon, at his power grown simply terrifying, and Satan suddenly looked just like a fragile ornament perched on top of a tower that no longer looked imposing and unassailable.

The violet sun flickered in and out of sight like images on a television with a faulty receiver, and then it simply dissolved, breaking down into small motes of energy that were swiftly assimilated into the liger's vast, immense back.

The strained, damaged, cracked chain of his last Seal glowed brightly across his chest, trembling as if in fear of his growing strength that was getting closer and closer to the point when it would simply burst through, but amazingly it did not snap. Killer looked down at it with a curious tilt of his head to the side, before a wide grin spread on his lips as he realized what that meant: that he had room for more. That his full potential, incredible as it sounded, was even greater than the stunning force he now possessed.

Satan slumped forwards, slamming his fists in the marble floor of the throne room at the top of the Spire, and trembled violently as he gaped at the sight of Killer's back filling the horizon, from one end to the other. The antennas no longer crackled with energy. The barrier was gone. The walls of the Spire were worth nothing. They were less that toilet paper for the titan ahead. The clones on top of the countless bastions, built in concentric rings, one on top of the other, immediately began to fire the gigantic railguns and siege guns that had, for Eons, dominated the whole of Hell and kept it constantly under threat from up high. The biggest artillery pieces ever created, they had taken centuries to be ready... and now they could only cover themselves in ridicule as they fired uselessly against the dark god, failing to even gain his attention. Satan stared in awe at the huge explosions tapering up all over the liger's back, but in comparison to the liger's titanic sizes even the largest ball of fire was a mere flash of light lost in his white and black-striped fur.

For the first time in his life, Satan felt truly pathetic. He felt doomed. He felt ridiculous and humiliated. He felt that his end had come. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he hugged himself, trembling violently, and his guts clenched and twisted so hard that he vomited, eyes wide as he collapsed on the floor. He smelled excrements in the air, and that was when he realized that his bladder and guts had ignominiously given up on him. He gibbered weakly, in a state of shock, and collapsed in a puddle of his own waste, curling up tightly in the fetal position, listening to the sounds of defeat coming from downstairs.

In the great hall below, the ancient lords who had stuck with him to the end were now going insane with the awareness that their end had come, and that nobody could do anything about him. They attempted to open portals to run away, but magic refused to work: Killer's mere presence crushed their puny spells into complete uselessness. Little did they know, but the Scholars and Scribes, the great skeletons in robes who from the Night of Times had administered Hell and governed the flow of magic and the fate of all souls, had all crumbled into useless piles of dust, down in their dungeon at the base of the Spire. They had dared using their magic and their ownership of the very fabric of Hell to imprison Killer and his loved ones in the violet inferno that nearly burned them to ashes. As soon as Killer had broken out of that inferno, his first vengeful thought had been reserved to them, and it had been enough to crush them all out of existence, leaving their robes to sag down on top of small mountains of bone dust.

One of the demon lords leaned out of a window and mustered enough voice to give his terror a name, howling: "Killer! Amon-Ra! Lord and God of us all!" Satan shuddered as that scream echoed in his ears, ringing painfully in his mind and sounding louder and clearer than all the din of panic coming from the hall.

Satan sobbed violently and curled up on himself ever tighter, shaking his head in powerless denial, while the voice became even shriller as it begged: "Spare our lives! Have mercy on us!"

Other demons, the lords and their generals, the ministers and the servants, all scrambled madly around the hall and down the stairs. Some sobbed loudly. Others groaned in breathless despair, petrified in place. Others completely lost their minds and frantically clawed at the stone walls in a pitiful attempt to find a way out of the Spire as they launched themselves into imaginary portals. Those who knew how to fly ran for the windows. Many of those who could not fly did the same, falling for countless minutes before crashing into the ground, so many miles beneath. Those who remained stared as countless massive tentacles ending in fat, huge cockheads stretched out of Killer's back and arched up in the sky, chasing after the flying demons. One by one they were plucked out of the sky and strangled in an invincible embrace of strong, muscular meat as the tentacles coiled around their bodies, ripped their wings off, forced their limbs spread wide and made them easy prey for other tentacles which pushed against mouths, asses, vaginas, smashing their way brutally inside bodies way too small and way too weak to survive such invasions. The fugitives were savagely raped, pounded until their bodies simply fell apart in explosions of gore and blood.

Some other Lord frantically ordered all the remaining legions of clones to be rushed into battle to defend the Spire, but Satan almost laughed, chocking on his involuntary snicker as his mind filled with images of what was going to happen. His army was completely useless at that point: Killer was just going to walk over the clones like they weren't even there.

Still, the gates were opened and the legions rushed out, and Satan couldn't help but stare at Killer's back, wondering about how the titan would punish them all. He was so immense. So powerful. So glorious. Satan hated him, and yet... he was almost eager to admire his full, astonishing glory.

The world rattled violently, and the Spire rocked so hard to send Satan bouncing on the cold marble floor as plaster, dust and debris rained down from the columns and arches that formed a circle around the throne.

Killer began to stand up, straightening and rising above them all, immense and infinite. He completely dwarfed the Spire, looming over them all as he soon bumped his shoulders in the dome of stone and roots that was Hell's sky. The liger grinned down at them with lordly contempt, letting them stare at how he was forced to bend forwards, too tall and immense to fit in the enclosed Underworld... before he idly flexed, and reality rippled around him before stretching, expanding, the roof of Hell retreating away from him until he could stand upright in all his glory.

"Time to redecorate this place..." Killer idly said, smiling softly as he gazed at the rocky roof, and with just that one look reality trembled and rippled like water, until the stone vanished from sight, replaced by an actual sky, even though the massive roots of the Divine tree continued to spit it into segments, making it look very much like an artificial dome. Hell was suddenly given a stunning window upon deep space: Heaven and the Mortal World could be seen orbiting nearby, while other stars and planets glinted in the distance. Everything had a faint crimson color, due to the dimensional wall that Killer deliberately kept in place, but Hell, for the first time ever, could look up to the stars.

The great god gently reached up to touch one of the immense roots, smiling softly as he realized just how perfect Elelyon's creation had been: those were the roots of the same Divine Tree that for Eons had cast a cool shadow over the Fourth Sky with its green, rich, spectacular crown. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, focusing his sharp senses on the root, and on nothing else... and his smile widened as he realized that, even with its top half destroyed, the tree still lived and breathed. The roots were still full of energy, and deep within them, in the center, he could sense the presence of an Anchor. Probably an obelisk-shaped one, exactly like the one he had destroyed up in Heaven.

Shatter it! Devour all that power, and nobody will ever be able to stand up to you again! Black Killer's voice immediately emerged from the dark corners of his mind, urging him to absorb even that force, but Killer was able to firmly push back against that cruel suggestion. His mind remained clear, even though his veins burned with the sheer power that thrummed within him. A power that was unprecedented and unrivalled. A power that filled him with lust, arousal, hunger. Nobody could possibly stop him. What he willed became reality, no matter what billions of others thought and desired. He could do what he pleased, and there, just above his head, there was another immense reserve of energy in easy reach. What could he possibly become if he devoured that immense, cosmic power...? The mere thought was delightful enough to send a shiver of bliss down his spine. The temptation was indescribable, especially when he gazed down at Satan and sized him up: now he looked so pathetically weak, a mere gnat waiting for its end, so terrified and in awe that he drooled in adoration, admiring Killer's prodigious body and fearsome strength. Satan, the lord of darkness. Satan, the undefeated rival of God. The owner of Hell. A beast empowered by a whole armada of captured gods as well as by mortal technology and ancient magic. For all his power, Satan was just a gnat before him, and Killer knew that he could grow even stronger. He could grow so strong that Lord God himself would look like an impotent, moribund old wreck. And the idea attracted him. He was attracted by the thought of hunting down every last god in the universe, to crush them all under his toes and demonstrate his supremacy. Gods, he wanted to give in and give up all control to his old inner beast, he did. For years he had rampaged, enjoying full power over mortals that were way too weak to stop him from taking away whatever and whoever he wanted. He wanted to feel it again. The complete supremacy. To be better than everyone. Everything. Anyone. To be limitless and revel in it. For seven years he had terrified entire nations with his muscles and his virility. And now, with the same ease, he could subjugate worlds and enslave gods and conquer the beyond. He wanted to hear, to feel them all worship, to hear their screams. He wanted to be the only thing they would know and see; the beginning and the end. He wanted to feel their envy, savor their adoration, feast on their terror. He could rise beyond any pitiful word like 'god' or anything else. He wanted to be the monster. Pitiless. Merciless. Devouring everyone and everything around him. Making everyone his prey and sport. Showing the universe that no one, nothing, could ever dream to match him. No other godling, no other monster, nothing. He wanted to claim everything as his; to make clear that everything existed just to amuse him. He wanted to show the cowering masses that their entire universes, their homes and sources of life, were nothing but lubricant to be dissolved in the sweat of his cock. He wanted to be greater than everything. To be greater than everyone.

He had never experienced that hunger with such intensity and clarity before. He felt like growling, he felt like flexing. He felt like the world around him was just a layer of plastic wrapped over his muscles, and he felt like the slightest flex would tear reality apart. His immense cock, dwarfing the Spire as it dangled ponderously between his legs, still mostly flaccid but throbbing with such power and hunger that he felt it would soon start to grind Hell into dust. He felt on the verge of losing all control and restraint, letting go of it both voluntarily and not. He was enamored of that absolute power. Of that feeling of growth and strength. It called to him like a chorus of sirens as the nightmares of his tormented nights filled his mind and suddenly looked not just feasible, but trivial. He could so much more, and so much worse. He was insatiable and he did not want to resist.

And yet he did. Even though the hunger was tremendous, his control was absolute. He pulled his hand back from the root, and his face betrayed nothing of what he had discovered and what he had imagined and craved. His mind, even with all that lust, was at peace, because he remembered the pain and the fear he had just endured, while the violet beam of force was burning him out of existence. He remembered the smiles his girls had given him. He remembered how they had refused to abandon him. He remembered Katy looking at him with adoration and pride and approval. He remembered Alcana and Savannah rushing to assist him even though their pregnant bellies weighted them down and gave them so many more reasons to stay out of the fight, in a safe place. He could see their eyes gleaming in the dark inside his mind. They looked at him for leadership, for example and for protection, and he was not going to disappoint them.

He completely ignored the demons firing against him from the bastions and didn't even bother looking down at the legions of clones that were swarming out of the fortresses and bunkers and factories hidden in every dark corner of Hell. None of their pathetic assaults could harm him in any way, and they just weren't worth his attention... yet.

He floated forwards, his toes brushing the ruins of the Circle of Wrath, and the entire province rapidly rebuilt itself, every boulder floating back to its place to rebuild the great cliff and. The stone sealed back together, the mountains pushed upwards once more, the towns emerged from the dust, the villages snapped back together brick by brick. At the same time, the whole of Hell expanded, the circles growing larger as if attempting to become worthy of its new owner and master. The damage to the other circles was rapidly repaired, and even the Cocytus snaked once more across narrow valleys in the Hell of Lust.

Killer moved up until he was right in front of the Central Spire, and gazed down with a smirk at the immense tower, putting his hands lazily on his hips and tilting his head patronizingly to the side. The fortress no longer looked so impressive, dwarfed as it was by his glorious body, cast into cold, unforgiving darkness by the colossal mass of the liger's flaccid but behemotic shaft, the huge, veiny black flesh pulsing with such heat and reeking of such masculinity and virility that the demons and clones and creatures hiding behind the thick walls and tall embattlements were rapidly changed, morphed, robbed of their own masculine attributes. Their muscles deflated like balloons, their skin became loose on their bodies, their voices became shrill and girlish as their balls were drained down to the size of tiny raisins, while their members shrunk down in size and shriveled up inside their bodies, vanishing almost entirely, almost as if attempting to run away from the cruel, unfair comparison with the god's glorious cock.

Satan whimpered pathetically as he felt his body rapidly shrinking, losing mass and shape: his arms became thin and covered in floppy masses of excess scales, while the crystal-prisons inserted in his form suddenly bumped into each other as space became insufficient for them all. Each impact had the High King howling in pain as the sharp, hard crystal tore deep into his now scrawny body, and he trembled in horror as he desperately grabbed at his crotch, unable to find anything other than a sad and useless nub of meat whose sole purpose was to humiliate him. His balls were sterile, minuscule and as light as fresh air. He was nothing: Killer stopped short of turning him into a female, because he did not deserve such a merciful and honorable fate, but he shrunk him down so much that he couldn't consider himself a male, either. He was just a wreck, the definition of loser, and he was left staring in awe and envy at the liger's colossal member, so girthy and heavy to put the great tower to shame, making it look like a breadstick.

A lazy buck of Killer's hips; a swing of that godly cock, was all it would take to smash the Spire into a cloud of dust and fragments, and the great liger made them all cringe in terror as he idly reached down to stroke the base of his massive cock, before he slowly hefted it up a bit, making them all shriek in fear of him slapping the tower into bits. Killer only dragged his hand back, however, grinning as the whole of his monstrous shaft flexed while his thick foreskin drew back like a great tide from that humongous cockhead. The heat and humidity and the sheer intensity of his scent were a brutal assault that knocked the air out of the demons' lungs and left them gasping and chocking on air suddenly as thick as meat, while the great antennas and the proud artillery pieces and all armors and rifles and metallic parts rapidly rusted to destruction. The two immense antennas, that had requested so much work, crumbled and fell apart without Killer even having to touch them with a finger.

The legions of clones uselessly hit his naked toes, unable to hurt him in any way, and Killer sneered down at them, the scorn in his hellish gaze an almost palpable force. He watched from high above and rumbled in entertainment at the swarming mass of tiny ants around his toes. Then, a mighty foot rose and swept forwards, slowly and calmly, but it was enough to rake hundreds of clones through the plain, sending many more sprawling like pins as uncountable bodies were smashed into the sky and at least as many simply disintegrated into crimson mist. Killer wiggled his toes, taunting the microbes down below and hurling onto them specks of "dust" the size of trucks, squishing a multitude of clones with nothing but the dirt on the pads of his foot. The demon lords on the higher levels of the Spire stared in horrified silence, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, as they admired that vast foot cast an entire army in its shadow, with room to spare, and just stood there. Time seemed to halt, and they felt like entire lifetimes were passing them by as the toes hung motionless in the air, leaving them all cowering, unable to do anything but wait for them to fall down and stomp entire legions into oblivion.

The clones, however, unthinking beasts that they were, continued to fire their weapons at the immense black pads, while their electronic brains went through thousands upon thousands of tactics, combat strategies, dirty tricks, deceptions, mass maneuvers... until even the computers had to admit that there was nothing that could be done against such a titan. When all options had been tried, or at least considered, and found ineffective, the computers crashed, and the legions, all at once, fell silent, dropping their weapons. Killer laughed, and lazily allowed his foot to fall down upon the defeated army: the rush of air caused by the mass of his toes swept the entire armada off the ground, tossing the clones around like toys and breaking their bodies into bloody meteors that left behind them streaks of crimson... until his foot settled down, crushing them all under its glorious mass as the whole of Hell rattled violently, the Spire wobbling pathetically as its great walls cracked and clouds of dust invaded the corridors and the vast halls.

Killer smirked in contempt, snorting steam out of his nostrils as he slowly, mockingly twisted his foot on the spot as if he was shutting down a cigarette, crushing the ground down into a deep, massive crater. "Got more of those...?" Killer teasingly asked, grinning widely down at Satan as the miserable demon scampered backwards on the marble floor, trying to get away and shaking his head in denial. Killer smiled patronizingly at that, and gazed idly to one side, and then to the other, spotting the remaining armies assembled around the various fortresses that they had been trying to occupy. The titan rolled his massive shoulders, then spread his arms with a cold smile: more of his terrible, powerful tentacles pushed out of his back and shot skywards, whip-lashing from side to side, displaying their thick, muscular bodies and the lines of dangerous barbs leading towards the fat, monstrous cockheads. There were thousands and thousands of the powerful black appendages, and Satan trembled as he looked up at them, before they all dived down upon the various circles of Hell, seeking out the clones in every dark corner. Countless demons were crushed in their coils and hefted high up into the air while the massive heads smashed through holes too small, too tight, too weak to survive such invasions. They ripped through bodies, speared them from one end to the other, bulldozing through orifices, making their victims scream and cry out. Nobody could escape as the titanic members lashed outwards, slapping down trees and buildings, moving violently fast, doubling, trebling, down on a victim and pulling it apart as they fought to be the first to invade the fragile toys. Dozens upon dozens of tentacles swarmed over demons and plowed through their bodies across the whole of Hell, while a chorus of obscene squelching and ripping noises, mixed with shrieks and howls and cries, echoed in the vast crater of the Underworld while the liger contemptibly commented: "Not really worth my time at all. Useless, frail vermin."

The tentacles became even more brutal, whip-lashing through the air around him in a storm of flesh and blood and wreckage, tossing pieces of bodies and unrecognizable gore through the air while blasting enormous loads of masculine essence all over Hell, the comets of precum tearing deep craters in the Circles and forming new lakes and seas, filled with titanic sperms of such size and power to rank as divinities in their own right. Killer lazily leaned forwards, just enough to push his goliath flaccid cock against the front of the Spire, smirking as the invincible shaft effortlessly pushed the tower back, leaving it dangerously tilting, while the black, virile meat crushed entire bastions and towers and artillery platforms, leaving an eloquent shape brutally printed in the stone.

"You... you can't do this..." Satan sniveled, but Killer only smirked and leaned forwards a bit more, allowing his gigantic cock to swing forwards, tearing through the Spire like it wasn't even there, turning the tower-of-castles into nothing but a hailstorm of rubble.

"I can't...?" Killer teasingly wondered, as Satan and the other lords fell ruinously through the air, shrieking and hugging themselves as enormous boulders and pieces of rubble of all kinds shot by them like meteors, while the dust filled their lungs and their flesh and muscle was torn off their bones almost entirely, just by the sheer strength of the shockwave caused by the god's cock swinging majestically nearby. Satan watched in horror as some of his generals were caught in the path of the barely-moving and yet oh-so-omnipotent black cock, and he shivered as he heard their shrieks when they crashed into the hard, powerful meat. The masculine, virile slime of sweat, precum and lubricant that was leaking down the immense shaft cushioned their impact just enough to keep them alive... but it was a curse, not a blessing. They became glued into that thick, potent, virile batter that was so hot to burn their flesh and slowly dissolve them into nothing but more lubricant for the god's cock. "At this point there is very little, if anything, that I can't do... and do with ease." Killer taunted, and Satan shivered in terror as he saw the titan's eye burning sapphire and felt the devastatingly powerful ripple of force that tore through reality. Immediately, the fallen angel and fallen king of Hell grunted in agony as he crashed into... nothing. His ruinous fall simply halted, leaving him suspended absurdly in midair. He rolled over, babbling in terror and disbelief, and saw the other lords floating absurdly in the sky, so many miles above the ground. The ruins of the Spire also stopped in midair, and Satan's eyes widened as he realized the terrible truth. "You... you... control time..."

"Effortlessly." Killer easily confirmed, before gazing down at the legions of clone-demons and factory-produced monstrosities, smirking contemptuously as his tentacles continued to make mincemeat of that great army, while he leisurely stroked his titanic black cock, careless of the lives he took, uninterested in the countless beings destroyed under him, while his tentacles still searched and tore through buildings and fortresses all around him, ripping apart bodies, devastating entire regiments in great, powerful thrusts: countless corpses were hefted high into the air like long strings of candy on his black, endless members, and yet the great god-beast barely acknowledged them. Killer smirked down at Satan with contempt, giving the defeated king the chance to stare while he so easily raped the whole of Hell, turning the Underworld into nothing but his toy, his bitch, his fucksleeve. Killer's own demonic legions, made of Insatiables, marched to the edges of each circle and fell on their knees worshipping him and begging him to take them all, and every last thinking soul in Hell crawled forwards on all fours, begging for mercy and for abuse, because the new High King was going to exact a tribute out of every last demon and damned. More tentacles pushed out of his powerful back as he let his head tilt backwards with a little growl of pure pleasure, as he felt clearly all of their emotions; heard their prayers; shared their pleasure and savored their agony and despair.

Within moments, more tentacles swarmed all over the Circles, until Hell could barely be guessed, hidden as it was under a shifting, thrusting, rippling, snaking mass of countless thick, massive, powerful tentacles that dripped with potent masculine slime. Precum, sweat, lubricant, and blood from all the clones destroyed and ripped apart. Enormous sperms, bigger than sharks and even more aggressive, swam in the thick fluids that rapidly began to flood entire provinces. The cliffs between a Circle and another soon saw immense cascades of thick, sticky, dense batter forming, unleashing floods on the lower levels as Killer grinned and let his eyes close with a grin of bliss. The bottom of Hell, the "garden of the devil", the vast area of dark forests and plains and seas of magma surrounding the base of the Spire, soon began to vanish under an ever growing layer of his almighty precum, giving birth to a new ocean. And screams and cries and moans and obscene squelching sounds became a deafening cacophony that filled the whole Underworld, echoing between its great steps, while the great god lazily rested his hands on his hips and savored every penetration, every thrust, every clone being ripped apart, every orgasm, every mind break, and every scream. He felt the pleasure coming from every one of those millions of brutal penetrations, and he clearly felt their prayers, their emotions, their terror, their envy, their insane delight.

The demon lords and Satan himself struggled against their invisible cages of frozen time, but every effort was for naught and they could only gape and stare in shock at the endless mass of tentacle-meat that seemed to be swallowing Hell whole. Killer grinned down at them with dark amusement, reserving special attention to their larger, more resistant bodies: a massive tentacle swept down and wrapped around one of the generals, turning him around so that another beastly member could brutally pound into his ass, before twisting savagely within the small, frail body, bulging it obscenely and sinisterly, while bones loudly snapped and broken ribs poked through flesh and muscle, ripping out of the demon's chest. Within moments, the tentacle smashed its way through the demon and tore out of his stomach, emerging like a massive snake, dripping with blood as it arched up and punched roughly into the screaming general's mouth, drool and gore flying in all directions as the enormous member ripped down all the way to the stomach and out of it again, finally lashing hard to the side and ripping the demon into bloody halves.

Another warlord, floating closer to Satan, howled in anguish as a new tentacle, massive and potent, slid down between his legs, grinding teasingly into his minuscule, shriveled dick and his ridiculously small testicles until both tiny orbs burst apart because of the sheer weight of the obsidian beast, which twisted onwards around one thigh, then all around the demon's waist, before moving over to Satan to coil around his throat, choking him slightly and forcibly yanking him through time and space to bring him closer to his servant. The two demons had a chance to exchange a last few words, but none of them said anything as they licked and lapped and kissed and worshipped the immense tentacle, tasting blood and gore and masculine omnipotence, reaching up weakly to stroke and caress the titanic, thick member. Their worshipful submission did not gain them any mercy, however, as Killer had far more and far better toys to amuse himself with. The huge tentacle slammed forwards against the warlord's mouth, knocking his fangs loose and ripping her maws open: the lower jaw snapped off completely with the force and mass of that invasion, and the demon gargled while his neck bulged and then tore apart, blood spraying out as the immense black member thrust hard back and forth. Satan saw and heard the ribs shattering and tearing though the chest as it bulged obscenely out of shape, completely crammed full with the monstrous cock. The warlord's body shook violently as the tentacle ripped and savaged through him, and soon his hips bucked wildly, his legs kicking uselessly at the air as he screamed and howled and trashed around, until his groin burst apart with a thick splatter of gore and blood, his useless dick completely obliterated as the immense tentacle tore majestically out of his loins. The warlord's whole body trembled violently as that goliath monster cock throbbed with power and bliss, pushing out and arching up to grind mockingly into Satan's face, covering his features in blood, gore and thick, potent precum. The fallen angel whimpered weakly and pathetically, but nonetheless hurriedly licked the steel-hard meat, scooping up blood and gore and sheer, impossible virile power, his eyes fixed on the fat head of the monstrous appendage as it reached for another floating demon and brutally smashed its way through him. Satan let out a cry of fear as blood rained down on him from above when the monstrous tentacle writhed through the sky, holding him trapped between both dying warlords impaled on it, and within a moment the titanic appendage twisted downwards again and shoved itself into his jaws, bulldozing its way down his throat, throbbing powerfully and thrusting savagely down his gullet as it fed him the broken remains of his generals and followers.

"Enjoying yourself...?" Killer growled in amusement, half-lidding his eyes and tilting his head lazily forwards as he rested his hands on his hips, watching while his massive tentacles flexed powerfully and raced towards other helpless warlords, once powerful commanders of Hell's forces and now nothing but tender morsels for the dark god. One massive tentacle smashed through another general, not aiming for his mouth, but instead hammering right through the top of his skull in a gory burst of brain matter and bone, before it tore its way out of his mouth with such force it shattered his muzzle, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in his face. Still unsatisfied, the massive tentacle wrapped its coils several times around his body and then hooked upwards, spearing into his tiny, tight ass and ripping through guts and organs all the way up into his chest cavity, and even with that savage devastation, his body all the same bucked his hips helplessly against him, spasming in a violent, painful orgasm that sent a tiny dribble of sterile, watery liquid exploding out of the shrunken, helpless little dick, before he pissed himself as his body died and his bodily functions let go. The monstrous tentacle whip-lashed violently in midair, and the two corpses split in half down the middle, sending shreds of bloody flesh flying in every direction, before the enormous appendage twisted hard in the opposite directions, dismissively flicking away the pathetic remains, sending them streaking through Hell's sky like red meteors. Satan coughed and spluttered as he was flung back and forth across the sky, his hands uselessly clawing into the great tentacle that continued to squeeze on his neck, until his eyes bulged as he was hefted up to face a demoness, a Passion that had been his de-facto queen in the last period; she had never been on the same level as Lilith, not even close, but Satan had wanted to surround himself with another lover to ease the humiliation that came from his queen having turned into a mindless thrall controlled by his enemy. Satan felt his eyes swelling with tears as he screamed as best he could around the monstrous girth buried down his throat. His protest came out as an obscene, wet gargle of thick precum, ropes of it bursting out of his nostrils, even out of his ears as he nearly drowned in the potent batter, bubbles swelling in the rich lubricant as Killer laughed and teased: "Don't worry, you are not losing her... you never owned her in the first place. She always was mine... just like everything else." Killer taunted, licking his lips in front of Satan's chocking laments, and he idly touched the demoness with the tip of one claw, spinning her round like a toy figure as he looked over her delicious body, sculpted in firm, toned musculature and blessed by feminine curves built for sin. Killer's presence was already shattering her will, and the contact with his claw was enough to make her squirt in delight and desperate, insane need, drool leaking from her gaping maws even as she weakly tried to free herself, her naked body betraying her desire as it flexed eagerly, her hips bucking, her body writhing as Killer's mighty tentacles wrapped around her. She clutched into the hot, solid flesh of the tentacles, and her struggling became a sensual, enticing dance as she ground her body against the hard flesh, as she licked the massive and cruel barbs, as she slurped up the vile, bloody smegma under the fat, monstrous cockhead, made up of the remains of earlier victims. Killer's tentacles arched down and slammed both Satan and the demoness into the liger's titanic black shaft, pinning them cruelly against his enormous medial ring. Satan panicked as he realized just how terrifyingly massive the liger's cock truly was: they were lost in a black valley, surrounded by the medial ring, a mountain range of masculine might, on one side and thick, immense veins on the others. He was trapped, and the heat was unbearable, as was the devastatingly powerful reek of virility and maleness. It was crushing, and Satan knew that he wasn't going to survive long, lost on that godly cock which extended for miles in every direction, making him feel completely worthless and hopeless. The Passion felt it just as clearly, overwhelmed as she was by Killer's incredible heat and virility, the raw, absolute power pulsing through that tower of flesh with every rumble, the way it seemed to weigh down on the world itself, crushing reality and physics with its glorious proportions. She kissed and slurped over his mighty obsidian flesh, taking breaks only to look up at his tentacles twined and flexed ominously in the air all around.

Killer growled in entertainment at that, his gigantic cock flexing under the two puny demons, tossing both of them high in the air as it jumped up, full of vigor and hunger, swelling even larger and beginning to grow greater and hard. The tentacle buried down Satan's throat jerked his head hard back, then pushed forwards to send him falling down on all fours, with his face squished against one of the firm buttocks of the Passion. Right at the same time, another tentacle twisted down and wrapped almost tenderly around the demoness, pinning her down against the massive cock, and grinding between her breasts, the fat head pumping thick precum all over her form, before yet another thick appendage wrapped around one of her legs, yanking it open and then snaking over her sumptuous buttocks, grinding sensually down into it and blasting precum all over Satan's face before pushing against her ass, smashing inside with a mighty thrust that made her bones creak and her gorgeous ass almost collapse, blood immediately spraying out from her ruptured passage. Another tentacle wrapped around her other thigh and arched up to grind into her soaked, dripping pussy before invading it, bulldozing its way deep inside her, making her shriek only so another massive member could fill her jaws with hard meat, too thick to be bitten.

And Satan watched it all from close, too close by. Blood and juices sprayed all over his face as he panted roughly and cried and whimpered, before his eyes went wide as another tentacle moved behind him, the fat cockhead grinding against his tailhole before it rammed powerfully up into his body, stretching his entire form obscenely out of shape.

"This is what you were born to be, Satan: a little bitch. Your tight little ass was made to be plowed." Killer taunted, grinning as he leisurely plucked another demon lord out of the air, gazing down at it for a moment before simply tossing him in his mouth, where it crashed onto his big, strong tongue, shrieking uselessly as the god's saliva began to melt him out of existence, before the great tongue effortlessly pushed up and slammed him roughly into the back of the liger's fangs, then made him roll painfully down the mountain-like teeth and right under them. There was one last scream, lost among billions of other cries coming from every corner of Hell as the tentacles continued to mercilessly pound every last hole into oblivion, and then just a splatter of blood on the god's fangs. Killer growled in entertainment, flexing his enormous muscles and savoring the sweet feeling of being in complete control as his tentacles swarmed all over Hell, sparing no one, raping and fucking every last Insatiable, every last close, every last soul, every last damned soul, while his mastodon cock lazily, arrogantly throbbed, swelling larger and larger, growing longer and longer and yet still weighting itself down with his great mass, refusing to harden up for so little. The whole of Hell now was almost insultingly inadequate for him: that was how obscene his power, his virility and his hungers now were. And still, there was a delightful feeling of casualness about it all: he was almost bored. Not a single muscle in his body was exerting itself. It all was, in one word, easy. Almost too easy. He was using only a tiny fraction of his strength... and furthermore he was still sealed. The chain still glowed around his chest, containing him, even though the chain by now looked pathetic, battered and torn and on the verge of destruction. Elelyon himself had forged that Seal... and every time his chest heaved with his breathing, the chain forged by god creaked and its links deformed some more.

A hard flex is all it would take... Killer pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the pleasure that came from pounding Satan and his queen hard, crushing both of their bodies against the hot flesh of his arrogant, powerful cock as the tentacles ravaged their bodies with furious force. The massive member buried into the Passion's ass rammed back and forth with terrifying speed, and then it twist upwards and ground hard against her belly from the inside: it devastated her guts, turning them into a crimson slurry that squelched hard and loud out over Satan's face, while her back nearly tore in half as she was hefted higher into the air and bent in a painful, unsafe fashion by the hungry tentacles ravaged her from either end. The tentacle thrusting up her ass tore through her insides and all but wrapped several times around its fat sibling ramming down her throat, and together they thrust back and forth, twisting and grinding, deforming the poor female's body, causing her ribs to crack loudly, breaking one after the other and spearing through her own flesh, sticking out of her sides and even out of her breasts.

Mercilessly, the same massive cock-tentacle continued to ram upwards, until the head tore out of her face, devastating her muzzle completely, shattering her jaws and making her vomit cum and blood and pieces of bone and teeth and cartilage, sending a deluge of thick male batter and enormous sperms rolling down into her cleavage and all over her huge breasts. The other tentacle, which was constricting her waist and smashing up through her pussy, obliterating her womb, forcefully helped slam her body up and down in time with the thrusts of his siblings. Satan's body was pinned like a toy, his bulging cheek pressed up into his lover's ass even while a fat, massive tentacle-cock smashed his face into a bloody mess, his muzzle obliterated, his cheeks swelling outwards with the monstrous girth of the great black appendage that made short, rapid, vicious thrusts. Another tentacle pounded his ass, smashing his guts into pulp and keeping him high off the ground while bending and breaking his body, his pelvis loudly shattering, his abdomen bursting apart in a splatter of crimson pulp as the monstrous, massive cock ripped and smashed through not just tender organs but through bones, muscles, flesh and scales. Ropes of his guts and pieces of his organs were dragged out of his ass with every hard backstroke of the enormous tentacle, and more of his viscera spew out of his devastated abdomen and chest, all of it panting red the muscular, potent bodies of tentacles already stained and caked with blood and gore and juices and ichors and shit and death. He tried to howl, to pray for mercy, but all he could do was blow bubbles in the thick precum and slobber, gargling and choking loudly. He tried to cry, but his tears were washed away, burned into vapor by the sheer heat of that virile, impossibly strong precum. He tried to struggle, seizing into the tentacles, clawing into the hard meat, squeezing, yanking... but the titan barely felt those helpless pushes, and they only added to his pleasure anyway. He felt clearly, instead, how Satan's traitorous body instinctively bucked helplessly, brokenly and needingly against the thrusting tentacle. "That's it, you little bitch! Buck those hips, show what a good little fucktoy you were born to be! Give in to it, you faggot! Scream out loud, choke on my pre... I'm your God and your Master and your Conqueror. Scream for me!"

And Satan screamed. Pathetically, because his lungs were crushed between two grinding tentacles. It came out as a loud, obscene gargle that covered his face in bubbling slobber, and Killer grinned darkly, throwing his head back with a growl of pleasure. The tentacle buried in the loser's devastated ass suddenly arched up and then jerked hard out to one side, ripping the bloody hole wider just as a second mighty cock thrust forwards, bulldozing its way inside. Satan arched his back so violently that his spine snapped audibly as one of the tentacles slammed straight into it, and his body went limp while his eyes bulged out of his skulls, a gargling lament squelching out of his mouth. Killer snorted in amusement and contempt at that, drinking of his enemy's torment, and he smirked as the massive tentacles ravaging the demoness ahead wrapped their massive, sweaty, powerful bodies around Satan, crushing him in the middle of a flexing, invincible mass of virile meat. The fallen king couldn't even cry his misery. The crystals inserted in his muscular form were rapidly losing their luster and shattering, as the gods imprisoned within them were drained down to ashes: Satan's body used that energy to try and regenerate, to desperately cling to life... but that was just a painful interlude, because all that energy was rapidly absorbed by the tentacles and poured into Killer's cosmos of terrifying power. Dozens of gods were sucked dry, robbed of all of their strength, and Killer barely noticed it. All of their energy was soon lost into his own far greater one. They were just about as effective as an energy drink or a chocolate bar. They were a drop into a vast, infinite ocean.

"Oh, yes... with some help, you can at least serve as a fuckrag. Not a very good one still, but at least you have a use..." Killer taunted as the remains of Satan's body were crushed hard into the massive members buried up through his form, while the other tentacles coiled around him and squeezed him onto them like a true fucksleeve. Blood and gore leaked out between the thrusting and shifting tentacles, and Killer grinned darkly as the demoness on top began to split down the middle as her body bulged completely out of shape, tentacles filling her, swelling her form obscenely with each flex, ripping the living sleeve apart. The cruel barbs tore through and ripped trenches across her body, and when the tentacles flexed again, the veins on their bodies bulged so great and prominent that they punched through the fucksleeve's body in places. She did not last: within moments she burst apart in a cloud of crimson mist, and the monstrous tentacles whip-lashed in opposite directions, hurling pieces of her down to heart, dismissing her with unforgiving arrogance. Satan became tighter and tighter around his thrusting tentacles, as a result of the other appendages clamping down on him but also because the High King was shrinking rapidly, losing size and strength at an alarming rate. The tentacles easily pushed him higher up in the sky, until he was level with Killer's eyes, and he tremblingly stared into them, losing himself into them while his scales were seared by the incandescent energy that radiated from those sapphire suns.

"What should I do with you, huh...?" Killer teasingly wondered, looking down at Satan with an exaggerated thinking frown, and Satan whimpered pathetically around the tentacles buried into him, his slumped, deflated, broken, ruined body held up only by the mighty cocks since all his bones were reduced to crumbles and dust. Killer tilted his head to the side, and a massive tentacle wrapped around another of the floating, crying demon lords, who trembled and begged for mercy as the tentacle arched up high above Killer's own head, before simply constricting, crushing the general of Hell in a single powerful crunch, juice and ruined flesh cascading down into the liger's jaws as they opened and the immense forked tongue stretched out to catch the drops. Killer smiled in entertainment, savoring that crimson slush and letting it mix with his saliva, and then he spat a massive gout of the stuff right onto Satan, soaking him in the gore and in the incandescent, acid drool. Satan attempted to scream out his agony, but could only gargle around the massive tentacle, and Killer snapped his fingers at that, as if only then realizing what the problem was.

"Oh, silly me... you can't talk with that much meat in your mouth..." Killer mocked, and the tentacle pounding the demon's throat ripped unceremoniously back out, blasting a huge load of precum right on Satan's face even as he coughed up a deluge of the same thick batter, chocking and drowning on it.

"K-kill me... kill me... please..." Satan somehow managed to splutter out his prayer, but the titan shook his head with dark amusement.

"No, Satan... you'll live. You'll be my trophy and my toy. You will be a living reminder of what happens to bugs who dare dreaming of challenging my power. You'll be my condom and my slave, a cumdump and a pastime, a little cuckold for eternity." Killer sentenced, his voice almost soft and far more terrifying exactly because of it. The terrifying ease with which he dominated his fate crushed Satan more than anything else. Satan realized the harsh truth: he was now just another zero cowering in front of Killer. Another of an endless multitude of beings who could only spend every day of their lives begging for Killer to ignore them and leave them be. Miserable losers, but alive.

Killer smirked and held the palm of his hand up, watching as his tentacles pounded the defeated god's ass hard for a few more moments before tearing roughly out of his crumpled, devastated rear, leaving behind nothing but a scary, bloody chasm. Satan whimpered weakly, barely able to look up at the immense dark god and wondering why he was still alive at all, unable to feel anything but pain in his destroyed, miserable, scrawny body, by now given shape only by the ungodly amounts of thick precum sloshing audibly inside him. The immense tentacles coiled around him squeezed hard, and precum exploded out of his annihilated mouth as well as out of his cratered ass, and he let out a breathless cry of anguish, expecting to be torn in half at any moment... before his eyes bulged in terror and awe as all of Killer's tentacles pulled out of their stretched-out and inflated playthings and rose majestically in the air behind the liger. There were billions of tentacles, all of them dripping with blood and juices, all of them leaking mighty, thick precum, blasting white meteors across the whole of Hell. The tentacles wrapped around him unceremoniously pulled back as well, and Satan let out a whimper of powerless despair as he fell down limply through the air, crashing hard into the palm of Killer's hand. He curled up on himself, terrified by the vastness of that palm and by the darkness that the great fingers cast upon him. The liger's thumb was apocalypse itself, a titan in its own right, and Satan shrieked and cried in despair, his mind shattering in front of the immense digit and the obscene power it possessed. A god. His thumb was a god in its own right.

Killer tilted his hand slightly, and Satan braced as best he could, groveling against his palm as his eyes widened even further as he stared at the abyss below, which ended in a literal ocean of precum; one that continued to grow larger and deeper as rivers of the same virile batter crashed down into it in immense cascades from the various Circles of Hell. The whole Underworld was flooded with the virile fluids of its new god, king and master, and a whole new stench permeated the air, strong enough to last unchanged for all of eternity. Satan's Hell had smelled of sulfur and ashes, but Killer's hell reeked of sex, death, and above all crushing, unfair, debilitating masculine power. It made the air heavy, thick and rich. It was a powerful reek, and yet a perfume. An almighty smell, but not unclean: it was pure virility, and it was going to keep the demonesses forever in a state of arousal and need... and the males in a state of weakness, of submission, of miserable awareness of their inferiority. It was so strong, so unforgiving, that Satan suspected that it alone would keep Hell tamed and loyal to the new god for all eternity. He certainly couldn't imagine anything or anyone being able to challenge that sweaty balls stench... nevermind the titan from which it came.

Every demon in Hell came to much the same conclusion, looking up weakly from the ground where they were sprawled in thick, deep lakes of precum, their bodies weak and sore because of the pounding they had just received. Even the few remaining Lords of Wrath, usually barely more measured than mindless beasts due to their ceaseless want of fighting and blood, were now cowed and pacified, their bodies broken, their energies sapped, their eyes wide with awe as they looked up at the titanic liger. The scent in the air was a brutal message of dominance: it smelled like they were all crushed right under Killer's massive balls, and as those immense testicles loomed high above, casting them all in darkness, every idea of trying to oppose the new king was immediately discarded. That was a force that they could never hope to grapple with. Killer could feel their submission, hear their prayers and savor their despair, and he welcomed it all with a snort of contempt and boredom, gazing down at Hell almost with distaste. He had barely gotten started, and yet it was all over. His colossal obsidian cock hadn't even hardened up yet, its godly mass still angled downwards under its own terrifying weight as it throbbed and grew even larger. His tentacles dripped with blood, and they were terribly massive compared to all of their victims, yet they were tiny compared to the great god himself. Numerous, but small. Within moments, millions of tentacles formed large groups and began grinding together, and they glowed briefly with energy before merging to form 8 colossal appendages which almost matched the girth of the liger's cock. A collective gasp of awe and fear rose from Hell as those 8 titans, of truly prodigious proportions, arched up in the air around Killer, grinding into the now transparent sky and making it bend and ripple like it was nothing but cheap kitchen film, nearly smashing true just with the burning heat of the precum soaking the appendages.

Hell was clearly way too small for Killer, and Satan, admiring those beastly tentacles, smiled a trembling, insane smile as he thought of how Heaven was going to capitulate and grovel in the dirt in front of such power. He imagined the Mortal World crying and begging and offering tributes to the titan... and for a crazy moment, Satan felt almost happy, because such a dark, invincible force was rising. Not even in his wildest dreams he had dared imagining himself quite so powerful... and now he was almost eager to stare and to cheer Killer on as he ascended to be king of all. Killer was more demon than angel, after all... or at least that was what Satan's mind tried to think in a desperate attempt to make the defeat somewhat less crushing.

Killer destroyed that attempt right away when he lowered his hand towards the base of his colossal black shaft, and easily crushed Satan against the thick flesh and the bulging veins. The titan squeezed lightly into his formidable member, grinning as it throbbed powerfully and grew even further, dangling down with all of its ponderous mass. Killer began to leisurely stroke his immense shaft, flaunting his supremacy over the whole of Hell, and every demon watched on in awe as Satan howled in misery then shrieked in agony as he was dragged up and down for countless miles of invincible cock, smashing into thick veins and grinding painfully into flesh that felt harder than diamond. His body, already weak and ruined, began to burn and melt off his bones from the extreme heat, from the raw power radiating off that above-godlike tower of flesh, and Killer ground him savagely up and down his length like a toy, every now and then crushing him harder down against the cock as he squeezed his goliath girth. Satan was crushed, crunched, squished, dragged, ground down and mulched into a hot, bloody pulp that streaked and bubbled across Killer's hardening cock, and the liger growled in amusement as whatever energy remained within the once great king of Hell dribbled down his member, now only so much lubricant, worth less than a drop of his cock sweat. And even in that state, Satan continued to experience the agony and the indignity of it all.

"Well, we played enough." Killer finally said, and his deep-balled voice rattled Hell like it was nothing but a toy. The immense male idly rolled his shoulders, looking thoughtful, and then he absently flicked his wrist, letting the demons stare as the ruins of the old Spire floated up into the sky, morphed, changed shape and composition, before slotting perfectly into place in a new, far larger, far stronger, far more majestic tower of castles. Fortress upon fortress upon fortress, a new Spire took shape, ten times the size and the glory of the old one, towering majestically over the new and enlarged Hell. On top, a magnificent circular terrace with a floor of precious marbles. Columns as large as towers held up graceful arches, but there was no roof to that glorious room. Only the sky covered it. That crimson sky that Killer had earlier turned into a transparent dome open upon deep space. A massive statue took shape on top of each column, and each one represented one of Killer's Disciples and lovers. Sekhmeth was included, because she too had rushed to his side in the hour of need, and had been fundamental to his victory.

A massive throne took shape next, shaped like a chaise longue and large enough to be comfortable for him and Alexis.

Without Killer even looking around, the worst of the damage to the Circles of Hell repaired itself, and the rivers of precum, filled with aggressive sperms larger than whales, dried away. A wonderful, even if corrupted, garden appeared at the base of the new Spire, replacing the ocean of precum, which shrunk down into a circular river, almost a moat surrounding the castle of the High King. And with that, Killer smirked and gave a little nod of approval at his own handiwork.

He smirked down at the remaining demon lords of Satan's inner circle, still frozen in time and floating miserably in midair, swollen into boneless balloons filled with his precum, and they fell through the sky like meteors, crashing into a golden bowl that Killer summoned with ease in his hand, and filling it up rapidly with a pile of bulging, ruined shapes.

And with that, Killer felt that the war in Hell was truly over. He closed his eyes, and with a little smirk he shrank himself down to more manageable sizes, teleporting on top of the Spire that he had just created.

He looked towards the throne - his throne -, and savored the taste, admittedly special, of being the conqueror, the master and owner of Hell itself. He was easily one mile tall still, but the throne and the room were thought exactly for that kind of proportions, and he walked easily towards the monumental chaise, idly dropping the bowl on a golden table that appeared out of thin air, ready to receive it.

He was still naked, his glorious body on full display, the battered Seal still glowing weakly across his chest, his goliath cock still semi-hard and bloodied and drooling out a thick rope of potent precum. His tentacles had retreated inside his back, but his golden horns extended proudly over his skull, adding even more to his imposing figure. That was the image that Hell would carry on for eternity, burned with fire into its collective memory. Nobody was ever going to forget that display of omnipotence.

Within a moment, portals opened at the far end of the room and his Disciples walked in, cheering him loudly, and offering him smiles full of affection and hunger. They were all standing over half a mile tall, and as they formed two lines, delimiting a corridor that led to the throne, they glowed with energies that had been fully restored. Killer's new power had filled them all with new force, cancelling every scar of the battle and leaving them more beautiful and more glorious than ever. Alexis was nearly as tall as he was, and she rested one hand on her hip with a grin as she sauntered towards him with all of her otherworldly grace, her hips swaying sensually, her long and muscular legs an image of power and beauty without paragon, her glowing eyes two sapphire stars, her muscular form the imagine of perfection and omnipotence. Her open-toe boots, with the straps barely able to contain her spectacular calves, were soon joined by the light veils of solidified darkness that made up her black imperial dress.

In her hand she easily held the heavy chain leash that kept Lilith captive: the Thrall, drooling with need and hunger and adoration at the sight of Killer's glory, crawled humbly forwards on all fours, wearing nothing but her degrading tattoos and marks of slavery and scars, plus the heavy, cruel collar and her boots, whose high heel of steel connected to a full length sole. Thick bars of metal down the sides formed a cage, and Alexis's eyes glinted suggestively when Killer's eyes sought hers after noticing that detail.

At the far end of the room, other portals opened, tiny but very numerous. The demon lords, the ancient families of Hell, the heirs to glorious bloodlines, the surviving generals and all of the population of Hell hurried to the throne room. Killer had not ordered it, but he didn't need to. Everyone made sure to rush to the top of the Spire for his crowning.

And Alexis deliberately made her stroll slow and majestic, her muscular legs flexing spectacularly with every step, so that every last demon was left gaping at her beauty and strength. The demons looked up at her with a mix of terror and adoration, craving and dread. She was spectacular, truly divine, and she owned all of their fates. Each time her thighs flexed and bulged, they were reminded of how insignificant they were. Some of the largest demons were hundreds of feet tall, but they still felt like nothing but ants as they crawled forwards, not even on all fours, but on their bellies, kissing the ground that Killer and Alexis had walked upon. They had to move past the goddesses lined up on either side, and they all loomed over them, immense and almighty. Their toe-talons were like Death itself, and their high-heeled boots were apocalypses ready to stop them all out of existence... and the hooves of Kimera, Manticora, Savannah and Nikita were, if possible, even more terrifying. They were beautiful, they were mighty, they were terrifying... and they were unmistakably his to command. The demons could clearly see the rivers of thick cum that were leaking out of their well-used holes and that streaked down their legs, all the way down to the floor. Rivers of the same almighty batter were streaking down Alexis's legs as well, and colossal puddles of the potent stuff formed on the floor with every one of her steps, forcing the demons to swerve this way or that, crawling around those insurmountable seas populated by titanic sperms, worse than any sea monster of myth.

It took the demons a long time to crawl towards the throne, and the closer they got the more they realized that Killer and Alexis were even bigger than the other goddesses. Twice as much, in fact... and for every step of the way they were treated with the sight of the captive planets that powerlessly orbited around Alexis's high-heels. Their whole world as they had known it was gone, changed forever by this new and evolved breed of ultra-gods. The power they had enjoyed for Eons was gone, crushed under those heels, and there was nothing they could do about it. Every step that the goddess moved sent a tremendous ripple through the floor and slammed them into the air, knocking them around like toys and making their already slow crawl an endless, humiliating torment. They couldn't help but stare up at her glorious legs, admiring the way her thighs bulged with muscle, stretching the fishnet stockings she wore, and they helplessly tried to imagine just how much strength was packed in those glorious muscles. They couldn't even begin to imagine her strength... but their weakness became stamped into their brains as they trembled every time one of her feet moved up. She could have easily turned around, at any moment, and crushed them all out of existence, like bugs.

Far ahead, Killer sat down in the chaise-throne, resting back against the comfortable cushions, arms spread and propped easily up on the edge of the backrest, legs spread slightly to let his massive testicles hang loose over the lip of the throne, his gargantuan shaft throbbing with unfathomable power over it; the huge, veiny black cock pulsing with terrifying heat, making the demons sweat and pant even while they were still miles away, their nostrils flaring to inhale air that was heavy and thick with the liger's glorious reek of masculinity and virility. Killer leisurely gripped into his colossal cock and stroked his great length slowly, still holding Satan in his hand and grinding his devastated body up and down along his member, staining the obsidian tower of flesh with the red of blood and gore. The demons watched in angry, envious, desperate awe as that already mammoth cock swelled greater and greater, rising towards mind-shattering erection in front of them, casting them all into darkness as they crawled meekly towards their god. For a few long moments they thought that Killer was flaunting his masculine power and supremacy over them all... but soon they realized that the truth was harsher still. They were insignificant, and unworthy of attention, or of a show. Killer did not need to do anything to crush them into obedience. His mere presence was enough to ensure that their brains would be scarred and full of fear and worship for all of eternity. No, Killer was leisurely pumping himself to full, glorious erection for his queen, for the empress... and the demons could only stare as the titan summoned a large golden chalice with an easy, idle flick of his wrist. Alexis licked her lips with a little growl of hunger and approval, and the massive male held the goblet up near his cumslit as his thick, potent pre flooded put in a massive rope. The chalice rapidly filled up until it spilled over, and Alexis grinned at the display, licking her lips hungrily as she took the goblet with one hand and reached for the golden bowl with the other. The demons watched on in awe and fear as she easily scooped up a handful of precum-filled enemy lords, and dropped them all in her mouth before climbing onto the throne, leaning down to kiss her king. He met her with a growl that was as hungry as hers, and his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands squeezing into her perfect buttocks as their mighty bodies ground together. They kissed with rough passion, their hunger for each other getting almost ferocious as they lightly bit at each other's muzzle and their tongues pushed into each other's mouths. Countless of the squirming, terrified, helpless demon lords were passed back and forth between their jaws, crushed between their wrestling tongues, slammed into their unforgiving fangs, ground down between teeth that teasingly love-bit, a few of the fallen lords almost escaping that incandescent inferno before being pulled back in, as the two lovers easily swallowed some of them whole, before crunching the rest between their teeth, just like they were cream-filled candy. When the kiss finally broke, Alexis pulled slowly back and brought the chalice to her lips, tilting her head back as she washed down the remains of those demons with plentiful gulps of thick, hot precum.

The demons on the floor watched on in awe and terror, continuing to crawl towards the throne, their hands and knees already sore with how much ground they had covered, and their hearts sinking as they saw how much more they had to go. But clearly the two lovers were not worried by how long they were going to take to bring their cowering masses up to the throne: they were going to enjoy every moment of the wait. Alexis smirked as her eyes glowed faintly, and the demon lords that still cried weakly from the bottom of the bowl were suddenly hefted skywards by a sapphire haze of energy forming around them. They orbited slowly around the two lovers, dragged through the air by the female's immense powers with terrible ease that crushed whatever free will the few of them had left. It made no difference if their bodies were limp or they struggled: they were zeroes, and nothing could change that.

"This is the fate that awaits those who dare challenging us..." Alexis calmly stated, before leaning forwards as Killer pulled up his hand and showed the ruined, ugly, unrecognizable remains of Satan still glued to his palm by a mixture of precum and blood and gore. She nuzzled his hand teasingly, grinning widely down at the demon who, amazingly, was still alive and prisoner of his completely destroyed body, before she dragged her forked, demonic tongue over the miserable creature, making him shriek in agony while she murred in pleasure at the strong taste of Killer's precum, mixed with blood. "Hello, Satan, you little bitch-boy loser..." The queen softly taunted, before using one claw to scrape the miserable, barely-alive wreck of a demon from Killer's palm, causing him to fall down into hers instead. "Let me show you where you will spend the rest of your life."

Alexis turned around and grinned as she petted Lilith's head, ruffling her black hair, and the Thrall looked up with a cheerful smile, even as her arms continued to hug Killer's leg, her body grinding into it.

Satan gazed down at Lilith, enormous and powerful like never before, yet covered in degrading marks, tattoos announcing her slavery to Killer and her adoration for him, and chained up like a pet. He howled in anguish and denial at that, but the Thrall only snarled angrily at him at that, her eyes glowing crimson and her fangs gritting audibly. Satan continued to scream, using all the voice he could muster, howling: "Lilith! Lilith, snap out of it! Help me!"

Alexis laughed at that, shaking her head slowly and in so doing sending the powerless, floating prisoners on a violent spin around her prodigious body. "You idiot, you believe this bitch has any interest in you, while Killer is around...?" Alexis taunted, tilting her head to the side with a snort of disbelief. "You are even dumber than you look."

"You are a weak, pointless, worthless loser." Lilith growled, snapping her jaws at Satan, before groveling before Killer, kissing his toes, licking between them, and nuzzling his leg with adoration. "Nothing but dirt beneath Master's foot... and it is my task to lick the dirt away from his perfect toes..." The Thrall grinned toothily and licked her lips before opening her jaws wide, and Alexis teasingly dangled Satan over the abyss, smirking as the puny male cried loudly and howled and begged.

"No... No...! Please... no... don't... don't make me suffer any more. Give me an end... a quick one..."

"Where would the fun be in that...?" Alexis softly teased, and Lilith slowly closed her jaws, smirking cruelly up at Satan before pushing one foot forward, inclining it sideways to let him stare at the metallic, bare, cold cage in the heel.

"No, please, I'll... I'll do anything... please!" Satan howled, but Alexis snorted in contempt and threw him hard down towards the boot. Satan let out a shriek of terror as he saw the thick steel bars rushing against him, but he gasped in surprise as they became ethereal, letting him pass through... before he smashed into the bars on the opposite side, which were very solid instead. He groaned in agony, collapsing on the floor of his cell, and turned his eyes up to look at the bars he had just crossed: they had already turned back to solid state, and he whimpered pathetically, while the demon lords crawling on the floor in the distance looked at him, mocking him. He had attempted to kill them all for siding with Killer, or at least for neutrality, and he had moved war against them right to his very last day on the throne of Hell, so now he could not expect any mercy from them. And Alexis, from high above, softly sentenced: "Don't you worry, you'll do any and everything we wish, that's for sure. And for a very, very long time. Ours is a reign that will never end."

"You'll see, we'll have fun..." Killer added, his voice soft and amused... and it was the most terrifying sound that Satan had ever heard.

Alexis laughed, then she gazed down at the demons that were crawling through the immense room, and on seeing how far they still were she leaned forwards to kiss Killer's cheek, licking it teasingly before whispering: "There is time for some... victory celebrations."

He grinned back and gave a little nod, and her eyes glowed with hunger and power as she reached a hand slowly forwards, reaching for his immense black shaft... and as she did so, more of the prisoners caught helplessly in her psychic grip were dragged down, many of them howling and writhing before they crashed against the flesh of the male's mammoth cock. Killer growled in pleasure and approval as he felt them writhing and trembling against him: they were tiny, true, but the sheer power he held over them, the feeling of them, so small and helpless against his immense girth, filled him with exhilaration, before he felt Alexis grasp over the areas on his shaft where their prey had settled, her large hands stroking easily up and down, working them harder against the flesh of his shaft and smearing the unfortunate, softer victims into nothing but paste against the rock-solid flesh causing the victims' howls and moans to up to his sharp ears.

She stroked a bit harder, and then Killer reached his own hand forwards to grip her black and gold loincloth, dragging it to the side so he could tease Alexis's sex, and she moaned softly in pleasure as the last of the victims caught in her telekinetic hold were drawn down to her vagina, where the male crushed them slowly and almost gently under his fingers into the blossomed, swollen lips of her aroused sex, the energy and heat radiating off her so great that the prisoners were almost burned by it. He took it slow, moving very slowly and gently, not using enough force to kill them yet, yet more enough to break bones and smear them against her lips and vagina as one or two squirming, writhing victims were forced into her vagina itself, through the tightness of her labia as they were completely engulfed in her folds, making the liger growl hungrily as he murmured lustfully: "They should be thanking us for this, but I bet they don't even understand how lucky they are to die in such a wonderful way..."

Alexis grinned hungrily at this... and as she did, she flexed her body, her stomach tensing before the contraction drew lower, and her lips clenched... and the victims caught in the folds of her sex were crushed almost instantly, their blood bursting from their bodies and forming a slick warm lubrication along the black of her labia. She licked her lips and squeezed roughly against the male's cock as her hand travelled over several victims, and they were crushed to paste against the solidity of the godlike pillar of dark flesh, and Alexis smeared that crimson mush slowly downwards, using their bodies and gore as lubricant before she leaned forwards and licked slowly upwards, her tongue dragging along the bodies of several prisoners almost teasingly before she pushed with sudden firmness, and they almost exploded from the sudden burst of force from her tongue alone, the female growling in pleasure at the taste of blood and the liger's enormous cock as she drew back and said hungrily: "Oh, they're all luckier than they know... to be fucked to death by you isn't a punishment, it's a blessing none of them deserve... it's the most wonderful thing they'll ever experience, even if it's also their last."

She pulled back and stood up tall, and then easily climbed up onto the throne, straddling him as she reached back to seize the top of his enormous shaft, guiding it against her needy, incandescent, bloodied sex... and she seized into his powerful shoulders, grinning widely as she began to hungrily impale herself on his colossal girth.

They had time for a good, hard, delicious ride, and they made sure to enjoy every second. The fact that the most powerful lords of Hell were there to watch while crawling forwards on the floor like ants, singing words of praise and worship all the way, only made their sex even more delicious... and when the crowd was finally gathered right before the throne, Alexis slowly turned around while still deeply impaled upon his immense shaft, so that both she and Killer let out loud growl of pure bliss at the grinding inside her hot, soaked depths. She rested back against his chest, her feet propped up on his knees, and he leaned his head over her shoulder, grinning widely. He was pretty sure that no other king had ever received his servants in such a fashion, but he was also aware that there could be nothing more majestic than his and Alexis's bodies, sweaty and tense with sexual energy, locked together like that. It was an image of true power.

"Today, a new era begins." Killer announced, and his Disciples looked at him with wide grins of their own, while the lords of Hell bowed their heads deeply, their foreheads touching the floor as they groveled before the Masters. "You have seen what happened to Satan and to those who sided with him to the end. That is what happens to my enemies, and so you are warned. We are always glad to add fresh meat to our selection of little toys... so, give us a reason, and you will be punished in the same fashion."

Killer paused briefly, letting his words sink in the minds of all the assembled demons. "Behave with honor and honesty, and there is no reason why you can't prosper. We are not tyrants. We intend to restore Hell to its original purpose and concept: Souls will come here to be punished and re-educated. If they manage to truly understand the fault of their ways, and atone for their sins, they will be given a way out of their torment."

There were cheers and words of approval at that, and Killer smiled a little, while thinking about how next to announce the true news of the day. He continued: "A new generation of Inquisitors will be needed. New Scribes and new Scholars, to replace the old and corrupted ones. Old and new lords will govern the daily affairs of the Provinces and ensure that everything works according to our orders."

"We will know if some of you gets... creative... in following our instructions. So, you'll better behave." Alexis calmly added, and her eyes glowed with power, crushing the demons hard into the floor and making them groan as they all felt her fingers paging through their minds, surveying their thoughts like they were just pages of a book. They shivered, and they all promised to always follow the will of their master and god.

"We intend to restore old traditions, adjusted where necessary. Elelyon created this world on the basis of solid principles, and there is no reason to abandon those guidelines. Every trace of Satan's corruption, on the other hand, will be extinguished, washed away until no hint of its existence remains."

The huge male paused again, and then, with a little smile of amusement, he prepared for the big announcement: "The war in Hell is over, but it continues elsewhere. I cannot, and I do not want either, to spend all my time on this throne, as comfortable as it might be. Much remains to be done to end the war completely, and once that happens my responsibility will expand to other thrones. Consequently, I will not be the High King of Hell."

The Disciples looked more surprised than the demons, and Killer had expected it. He took a moment to amusingly observe the confusion on their faces, before flicking his wrist to create three more thrones, sized for his Disciples. The one in the middle was taller, more elaborated and with a majestic backrest, and stood on a couple of marble steps to set it apart from the other two, one on either side. Ira, intuitive and smart as always, was the first to understand what was about to happen and gave him a look that was half-grateful and half "don't you dare!" He knew her feelings well, and could understand them: leading Hell was a great honor, but also an immense responsibility. It could prove to be an immensely tedious and frustrating job on most days, when politics ruled the schedule and the delicate balances existing between the powerful and ancient clans required fine-tuning to keep peace and ensure the smooth working of the Underworld in all its complexity. He knew that his gift to Ira came with a very heavy wrapping that would put quite a burden on her shoulders, but he also knew for sure that she was the right person. She is a demoness, a daughter of one of the most ancient and powerful clans of Hell. Sure, she had extinguished it with her own hands and then had escaped to Heaven when Hell had ordered her decapitation, but she was a demoness, a goddess, and a victorious conqueror. She now had the power to crush all lords under her big toe if she so wished, and that meant that even her past history was now seen under a different light: she had defeated Satan's Hell twice. The lords saw her as conqueror, and at the same time as one of them. That was an important factor.

"Ira of the Bloodmoon, lady of Darkness, mistress of Passion, goddess of Discipline, will be the High Queen of Hell. Her word will be law for all of you, and for Hell itself, from the Styx to the Spire." Killer announced, and the cobra closed her eyes and bowed her head, accepting his choice. He pointed at the tall throne, and the goddess moved a step forward, out of the line of Disciples, to walk up to her new seat. The demons in the corridor groveled before her, trembling violently as her boots came down nearer and nearer to them... but she stepped right past them, and they were left to stare in terror at her soles as they filled the sky above.

"Killer Huxley of Kesteven, god of gods, emperor of mortals, owner of darkness, bringer of light, god of war, master of Hell... I will rule in your name. I will be your eyes, your mouth, and your fist in Hell. Because yours is the glory. Yours the Power." Ira said, bowing deeply before the titanic male, and she bowed again to Alexis, before finally sitting in the throne, resting back in it and closing her eyes for a moment while she was cheered by Disciples and Demons alike.

"Ruling Hell is complex, and often tedious a task. Satan had a council of 7 Princes to help him, but the Princes are no more. There will be two princesses, who have the necessary experience of Hell's ways and customs: Kimera and Boadicea. I trust you to deliver advice and support to the High Queen."

The two goddesses looked at him in surprise, the sharkess in particular, but they bowed deeply and walked up to take position on their thrones, after pronouncing their own vow of servitude and loyalty to Killer and Alexis, and another to their High Queen.

Ira leaned to the side to look up past the backrest of her throne, and Killer gazed down at her with affection, with a look that was almost apologetic. She smiled, shaking her head almost imperceptibly to reassure him, and then arched an eyebrow in a silent question. He understood what she had in mind, and he gave a nod of approval, before relaxing back in his throne. He had chosen the right person. He had never had a doubt about it, but she was already confirming it.

"As High Queen, I will not tolerate any dishonest scheme, any tiptoeing on the thin edge between lawful and traitorous. I remember how duplicitous the political game in Hell can get, and I assure you all, I'm not having half of it. My job won't be quite so tedious, because you will behave and spare me all that childish nonsense... or you'll end up crushed under my boot." She put a special, cold emphasis on the last part, and a collective, visible shiver of terror ran through the crowd of tiny demons, signaling that they all had understood the warning. "On my part, I will work according to tradition and with justice as my goal. I will never be a tyrant... unless our God and Master decides to lead us all on a path of Darkness. It is not my word that matters, but that of our Lord and God." The cobra paused, then looked down at the crowd of groveling demons until she identified the one she wanted, and she smiled a little as she announced: "I will need people I can trust, in addition to my sisters and friends the princesses Kimera and Boadicea... so I will probably form, in good time, a council of advisors. For now, I will pick a single one: Lucifer. He has helped our Lord and God in the key moment of the war, and his loyalty will be rewarded. Be loyal, and you'll be rewarded too. Try to violate the Law of our Lord and God in any way, and you'll be ugly red stains on the floor of this room."