BLASPHEMIA 6

Blasphemia CHAPTER SIX

The angel, Galimian, shuddered and strained against the unbreakable links of Filia’s shadow chains. “Continue to do your worst, foul creatures of the abyss!” he said, his divinely sculpted body covered in sweat and nothing else. “Your torture will not break me!”

“Why does he keep acting like this?” Lily asked from her seated position on the floor of the basement, the stone floor cool under her behind. It had been several days since she’d actually bothered to put on clothes.

“Seraphim are trained to withstand the pains that you’d expect Infernals to inflict,” Filia said, shifting her weight to her other foot with a roll of her hips that drew Lily’s eye. “Fire, broken bones, any number of pointy implements that we can create on a whim. Torturing him like that would be fun for all of about five minutes before it would get tedious.” The succubus snapped her fingers.

Another of the students came forward from the wall where she stood, patiently waiting on the word of her Mistress. She paused in front of Filia, and the succubus took the young woman’s head in her hands and kissed her deeply. The student moaned and leaned into the embrace, then broke away to join the others in the center of the room. She became the fifth girl to join the growing tangle of limbs and bodies on the cushy mattress Filia had set up in the center of the room in front of the angel. With a flicker of thought from Filia, the orgy opened like a flower to accept the newcomer, and she folded herself into the pile of hot, sweaty, slick bodies, burying her face between another girls legs, her tongue slithering audibly against her partner’s swollen labia.

“This,” Filia said, grinning, “is way more fun.”

Galimian took several deep breaths as the chains holding his head in place made him bear witness to the erotic spectacle in front of him. At first, the angel had played it off like nothing was getting to him. But as more girls had been added to the pile at Filia’s whim, going from one simply playing with herself to the pile of quivering pleasure in front of him, Galimian had started to breathe a little deeper. Filia had left the angel’s eye cloth on, and the multitude of red eyes in his wings flitted about the room wildly, but always seemed to settle on the orgy for a brief moment before flicking away. Lily craned her head a little, looking between the angel’s legs. Was it just the folds of his tunic, or was there a raging hard-on quivering there beneath the fabric?

“This ends when you want it to, Seraphim,” FIlia purred, crossing her arms underneath her chest and lifting her breasts. “Tell me how to extend our control to your kind and I’ll take care of what ails you.”

“This is… nothing,” the angel replied, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “Mere temptation of the flesh. I am a servant of God, I am beyond all that!”

“Yet he gave you a cock and balls and told you not to use it.” Filia shook her head. “You Angels are such a sad lot.”

“I have no need,” Galimian said. “The Lord gives us these bodies to test us. To determine who is worthy by those who resist!”

Filia’s lip curled. “Then one day I hope I get to meet Him and shove the biggest fucking strap-on in the universe right up his divine, glowing asshole!”

Galimian seethed with anger and strained against his bonds. The force didn’t do anything to the chains, but the wall he was secured to began to crack around where the chains plunged into the stone.

“Oh no you don’t.” Filia snapped her fingers and the chains cinched tighter, another length bursting from the wall to wrap around the angel’s waist. The Angel gasped in pain as his body was wrenched backwards into the wall. The flurry of motion made his tunic shift again, and Lily’s eyes widened. That was an erection tenting the fabric.

And it was big, almost as big as Nico was now after drinking in human sexual energy for the better part of a week of constant debauchery. “Motherfucker…” she breathed.

“You see it too, don’t you?” FIlia asked. “It’s fucking cruel what God does to his Angels. Gives them the bodies of Classical Greek heroes, gives them wings as soft as the finest pillows, gives them cocks that would make a porn star blush. Then tells them they have to hide their bodies, not allow others to use their wings as headrests, and most heinous of all, that they must remain pure and virginal forever.” She shook her head. “It’s nothing short of…” She went quiet for a minute. “I don’t even have a word for it. It’s just wrong.”

Filia looked at the Angel, his wing-eyes now locked on the pile of naked, slick women in front of him. On all five of the rutting students, she could clearly see the Infernal’s mark upon them, glowing like a brand. “Is that why you did all this? Just to get at the Angels in service of Hell?”

“You give Nico and me too much credit,” Filia said. “There was no grand conspiracy between us to come here, lure the forces of Paradise here to learn their weaknesses for the good of Hell.” She reached down and ran her fingers through Lily’s slick, dark hair. “Nico and I were just bored. Everything that’s happened since is just extra.”

“So why are you doing this?”

The succubus’s eyes glittered. “Because I want to find a way to get this Angel under my thumb so I can take him to the bed upstairs and ride him hard enough that the whole Host feels it.”

“Well,” Azagthoth said, cocking an eyebrow at Nico. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

Nico sat on the edge of the bed in the center of the dorm room upstairs. Behind him, snoring gently, were the five human women he had spent the entire past night bedding. He was still naked, and made no motion to cover himself. He felt invincible, with his new wings, stronger body, and bigger dick. “It’s everything the two of us could’ve dreamed of,” he said.

“Aye, you’ve actually managed to get your wings.” Azagthoth leaned back in his throne. He seemed much more lucid than when Nico had first met him a few weeks prior. That meeting felt like a lifetime ago. “Not many imps doing that nowadays.”

As if responding to their mention, Nico’s wings fluttered out, draping over two of the women behind him. “Guess I should consider myself lucky.”

“I would fucking say so,” Azagthoth said. “I’m flabbergasted a demon actually ascended in the human world and the force of Paradise weren’t breaking your door down in moments. FIres, I’m surprised I haven’t had the Dark One breaking my castle door down. Much as I’m doing to keep word from reaching him, he often simply just… knows things. Perhaps his reach isn’t as wide-reaching as he likes to pretend.”

Nico steered the conversation away from such blasphemy. “We did get two visitors, but handled them well enough. FIlia’s downstairs driving him crazy right now.”

Azagthoth narrowed his eyes. “Tread lightly, Nicodemus. The Seraphim have a way about them. If I were you I’d expect more company, and soon.”

“Nothing we can’t handle.” Nico puffed his chest out. “We’ll lay any angels low and add any humans to our thralls.”

Azagthoth looked at him for a time. Then, slowly, he smiled. “As you will. Just wanted to make sure the two of you still drew breath.” With that, the magical communication vortex vanished.

Nico felt like he had whiplash. That had been a curiously ominous ending to the conversation. He got up off the bed and walked to the window, looking out over the quad. Out there, the humans of Saint Bethany’s continued to pleasure one another in the basest of way, following the Infernal’s command to pleasure each other without reservation.

“Master?”

He turned. The young woman that had been closest to him had raised her head, her silver hair cascading down over her arms. Filia had been particularly vicious the last time she’d reapplied the mark to Judith. The Nephilim had actually started to refer to him and Filia as Master and Mistress. Had Filia finally branded her enough to obliterate all her free will?

Judith sat up. She was gorgeous, with supple, heavy breasts and a toned belly, her hips flaring wide. Nico hadn’t actually taken her, but her lips had joined all the other women’s the previous evening sucking his cock, her tongue swirling over his balls like heavy cherry candies. “What ails you, Master?” she asked.

Nico looked back out the window again for a time. “Nothing,” he said. “Come here, Judith. I’d liked to be distracted.”

“Of course.” She slipped off the bed and crawled over to him. Her lips ghosted along his calves as she kissed and licked her way up his body. She inhaled audibly, drinking him in as she stood, her hand slowly stroking his cock to readiness. She leaned in, her other hand resting on the window with her fingers splayed. “And how do you wish to be distracted?”

Nico exhaled through his nose, the breath ruffling Judith’s hair. He placed his hands on her sides and felt her blood pulsing underneath her fragile mortal form. Yet she was more than that, the spawn of demon and angel. “By you,” he murmured. “Tell me – do you know who your parents are?”

Judith blinked. “I don’t. I was found outside an orphanage in Italy when I was but a child. Once my nature was determined, I was sent to the Vatican for judgement.” Her thumb pressed to the tip of his cock, spreading the slick pre-cum around with gentle, circular motions. “But do you really wish to talk about that?”

Nico closed his eyes, rolling his hips into her touch. “No.”

Judith’s voice came close to his ear. “That’s what I thought.”

The window behind them shattered under a salvo of holy daggers. Their points dug deep into Nico’s back, and he made a strangled noise of surprise. At the same time, Judith yanked hard on his cock, twisting hard and sending a white-hot pain through Nico’s body. Her legs grapevined around his and she shoved him down the ground, holding him tight as he slammed into the ground.

At the commotion, the remainder of the thrall girls on the bed woke with a start, then screamed and fled out of the room as two cloaked figures swung through the window. Pain and surprise held Nico’s attention, but he had enough instinct to kick off the floor and flap away across the room. The daggers in his back, however, were sunk right in where his wings joined his spine, and he howled in agony as the motion of flying sliced muscle and tendons to ribbons. He crashed into the wall and fell to the ground with a groan. Hot blood poured from the wounds on his back as he lifted his head.

One of the cloaked figures had Judith on her knees, gripping her head and titling it at an awkward angle. The other held a metal brand, the end glowing bright orange. “My bicep!” Judith strained. “Do it!”

Nico struggled to find the locus of control he had over the Nephilim through the haze of pain. He found it the same moment the cloaked figure seared the brand onto Judith’s arm. She howled in agony as her flesh sizzled and popped, and Nico felt his power over her vanish with a snap in his mind.

Oh, Fires.

Judith clamped a hand over the raw, cooked flesh. She took a deep, shuddering breath, then rose to her feet. Her arm snapped out, and Nico heard wood splinter and plaster atomize as her long dagger flew from the side room where they’d stashed it into her hand. Judith swallowed, then looked down at him. From the angle, he could see the faint demonic luminescence in her eyes, the part of her Nephilim blood lingering below the surface. “Only two of you?” she asked her new allies.

“The Pontiff was hesitant to send more despite your request,” one of the other demon hunters said. “Without knowing the total scope of the threat.”

Judith’s hand clenched on her dagger handle hard enough her knuckles popped. “Fucking asshole.” She glowered at Nico. “This hurts like Hell,” she ground out. The dagger whistled in the air as she reversed her grip on it. “But that’s nothing compared to what I’m about to do to you.”

Nico summoned his power, drawing energy from the quasi-army of thralls through the campus. His body became encased in ebony black armor, and in his hand appeared a flaming longsword. He surged to his feet and dropped into a fighting crouch.

Judith raised an eyebrow. The other demon hunters at her sides shrugged off their cloaks. It took Nico a moment to realize that rather than being festooned with classical demon hunting weapons – crosses, Bibles, silver daggers and implements made of white oak – they were packing bandoliers full of ammo and handguns of a size that, in any other circumstances, Nico would have felt were compensating for something.

One of them passed a gun to Judith. She pointed it at Nico. The demon groaned. “Motherfucker.”

Filia was just about to command the last of the woman to join the sex pile when the sharp clatter of gunfire echoed from the upper floors of the dorm building. She looked up at the ceiling. “What in the Fires?”

FIlia! Nico’s voice thundered in her head. Judith found some backup and broke free of being enthralled! They have guns and aren’t messing around!

What? How did she get loose? Where did they come from?

They jumped through the window! Guess the rune didn’t work on her fully after all!

Filia snarled. I’m gonna turn that little bitch into a fuck doll when I’m done with her. Hang on, I’ll be right there! She turned to Lily and put her hands on her shoulders. “Stay here with them,” she said, gesturing to the orgy, which had gone still at the noise. “If the demon hunters get down here, play dumb, say that we were keeping you rune-free for some unknown purpose.” The succubus smiled. “You’re good at lying.”

Lily returned the grin. “It’s a talent.”

Filia gave Lily a kiss, which made Lily yelp in surprise before she folded into the succubus’s embrace for a moment. Then, FIlia broke away, her wings snapping out and lifting her into the air. She tucked and rolled into the basement hallway, then did another powerful flap. Her body rocketed down the hallway, and she began to fly towards the gunfire up the stairwell. Hang on, Nico, I’m on my-

Something heavy smashed through the wall of the second stairwell and hooked an arm around her throat. Filia made a choked noise before she was yanked backwards and hurled through several walls before crashing into one of the common areas on the first floor. She got her feet under her and skidded to a stop, her head snapping up to see her attackers.

Two Angels dove through the wall as if they’d stolen the move from a Kung Fu movie, their heads snapping up to look at her. They were both female, their faces obscured with golden masks to prevent them from seeing the world with their eyes and to prevent mortal and Seraphim alike from seeing their faces. They were decked in slim, simple breastplates that left their arms uncovered for freedom of movement, and pleated metal skirts that went down to their knees. One had tawny brown feathered wings, the other a mottled gray, the red eyes in the patagium wide and locked on her. Both held glimmering golden double-headed lances; the gray-winged one held two.

“Foul temptress of Hell!” the two of them chorused, as if they had rehearsed the bit. “You face Hyperia and Calliope, greatest hunters among the Host!”

Filia picked herself up and brushed plaster off her shoulders. As she did, she realized that a piece of a wooden support beam was jammed in her side. She made a curious noise, then yanked it out. “Just the two of you?” she asked. “The Host couldn’t bother to send anyone else?”

“We are all that is needed,” Calliope said, brandishing her two lances. “Through fervent prayer, the Order of the Holy Cross cried out to us for aid in ridding this place of your foul taint!”

“That’s Judith’s little group, is it?” Filia asked, still hearing gunfire from upstairs. Idly, she wondered if the runes they’d scorched into the grass around the campus to prevent noise from traveling out beyond the campus’s borders were rated for fifty caliber bullets. “Such a bland name, honestly.”

“We waste no more time,” Hyperia said, her brown wings twitching as she readied herself for action.

Filia glowered at the two angels. She funneled as much power into the hunk of wood as she could without it coming apart in her hand. “For sure,” she said. “I’m not big into idle chit chat.”

She lobbed the wood at the Angels, and it exploded like a grenade between them, pelting them with wood splinters. In the second of time she’d bought, Filia wrapped herself in her shadows, creating a buxom set of armor that pushed up her matronly breasts and hooked tight between her legs. Lengths of shadow trailed off her arms like oily streamers.

The angels recovered quickly and set upon her, jabbing at her with the business ends of their holy lances and roaring as they charged. Filia shaped her shadows into lengths of chain about the width of hide whips and swung them in wide arcs. The Angels quickly shifted, tucking in their wings and rolling under Filia’s swings, then coming at her from both sides. Filia flapped her own wings and crossed the room, then swung her chain whips in a wide arc that shattered the window.

Another flap brought her outside, where she could maneuver better without getting caught between the two Angels. Hyperia and Calliope followed her outside, the sunlight almost blinding as it reflected off their armor and weapons. As they did, the two Angels looked down and gasped. “Such debauchery!” Hyperia said.

“Avert thine eyes, sister!” Calliope said.

“Oh, spare me,” Filia groaned.

The three of them clashed again, the sound of metal clashing ringing out over the quad. Not being cramped in a small space, all three were free to move as they pleased. The two Angels took advantage of this, spiraling up above before diving down at Filia like birds of prey. Filia flapped madly to the side to avoid one, where the other would be waiting, and the cycle repeated and carried them in a vortex of feathers and flesh through the air.

Hyperia spun like a buzz saw, her lance whistling as it split the air. Filia waited for her moment, then struck with her chains, wrapping up the haft of the Angel’s lance. She yanked hand and ripped the weapon from Hyperia’s hands, reaching out to catch it. The moment it made contact with her palm, Filia felt an agonizing pain shoot up her arm. She let the lance drop, then realized it’s falling point was aimed right at the back of one of the thralled humans on the quad. Hastily, she dove down and swung the chains, knocking the lance off course. It landed point-first in a nearby brick wall. Hyperia was on it like lightning, wrapping her hand around it and flipping around it as if it were a parallel bar onto a nearby facade. The Angel looked at Fiila. Even though the succubus couldn’t see her foe’s eyes, confusion was written in the rest of her body plain as day.

“What?” Filia said. “I don’t want to let the mood be ruined down there after all.”

“Rah!” Calliope flew forth to spear Filia on her own lance. FIlia folded her wings and dropped to the ground below her, the Angel streaking through the space she’d just occupied like a comet.

Filia landed in the middle of her thralls, and a young woman who looked like a freshman immediately broke away from the others to come to her side. “Have you need of me, Mistress?” she cooed.

“No, dear,” Filia murmured, tousling the girl’s hair as she looked up at the Angels, who had regrouped above them and were looking down on them. “Just trying to figure out how to deal with the interlopers that are interrupting our fun is all.”

The human nuzzled her palm. “Why would they wish to interrupt this? Why not join us?”

FIlia blinked and looked down at her thrall. Could… no. Could I really?

…maybe.

Filia began to draw power from the thralls around her, feeling it filling her body with a base, primal heat. She grinned. No sense in not giving it a try, at least.

Nico was having more difficulty than he’d initially expected with the trio of demon hunters.

He swung his long sword with both hands, the blade whistling through the air at the neck of one of the hunters. The man simply moved, as if the act of motion was an afterthought, and avoided the blade.

Nico had the physical strength of a hundred, perhaps a thousand men. With every missed blow he was becoming more and more aware of the axiom that strength means absolutely nothing unless you could actually hit your foe. Along with that awareness came retaliation, as knives flashed inches from his skin and blessed silver bullets scored stinging furrows across his body and dented his armor where they hit.

The hunters moved as a single organism, all of them acting as if they were linked by some higher consciousness. When two moved forward, the other one hung back and fired their gun. As soon as Nico would parry one, the one hanging back would surge forward into the gap, and the one who had been parried would take up the ranged position. It was elegant, it was efficient, and it was pissing Nico off.

Judith continued to surprise him. The Nephilim had made no move to cover herself, and was fighting him completely naked, blade in one hand and gun in the other. Her expression was a mask of tightly controlled rage as she hacked and slashed at him.

The observation cost him as the hunter at the ranged position threaded the needle between his two allies with a bullet and shot Nico in the thigh. Nico grunted as he felt the mass of the bullet lodged in his leg, burning like a briquette. Blood ran down his thigh as he pumped his legs and threw himself down the upper hallway of the dorm to get himself together.

Judith followed ahead of her companions, that unique kind of holy smugness radiating from her expression and her loping gait. “Not so invincible now, are you?” she taunted.

Nico considered his options. He could go outside, which would give him more options in facing his assailants but also give them almost unlimited freedom of movement, which would just make his efforts to subdue them more of a challenge. They were cutting him to pieces inside, however. He couldn’t just level the whole building in a blast of hellfire, either – Lily and some of the thralls were in the basement.

Then they were on him, bullets pinging off his obsidian armor but leaving more dents that forced him to pay attention. This time he went on the offensive, charging down the hallway like a bull and throwing a ball of hellfire ahead of him. The demon hunters contorted themselves to avoid it, and Nico lunged at the nearest one, leading with his sword as the man scrambled to pick himself up off the floor.

Judith was suddenly there, her heels kicking the flat of his sword and altering it’s momentum. Rather than spearing the hunter to the ground, the sword struck the wall an inch from his side. Just as Nico realized what had happened and tensed to jerk the sword through the wall and, by extension, the man, the hunter had scrambled away. Nico yelled in pain as a bullet found its way into his lower back. At the same time, Judith jumped on his shoulders and plunged her dagger into the gorget of his armor, the blade slicing into the meat of his neck.

“Out of bullets,” she panted, her naked sweat heady in his nose. “But you’re out of time, demon. Much as I’d like to fucking castrate you, I’ll just make it quick.”

“You know,” Nico said, “in some circles of Hell, what we’re doing here counts as foreplay.”

Judith made a disgusted noise. She leaned on her dagger, trying to find an angle to force it further down into Nico’s body, but the gorget prevented it from moving much. Nico ran a few steps forward, then simply fell backwards with all his weight. Judith’s body hit the carpeted hallway floor with a heavy thud, and she grunted in pain, but held on tenaciously.

Nico growled in frustration as her legs hooked around his neck. Her hand, now slick with his blood, slapped against the side of his head as she continued to try to jam the dagger into him further. “You’re insatiable.”

“Shut up,” Judith growled.

“It was a compliment,” Nico grunted, eyeing her companions as they stalked him with daggers at the ready. “Resisting the mark repeatedly, somehow managing to call for help through that and all the other runes we’ve got around here, and still having the physical strength to fight me? I’m impressed.”

“Silence. Your. Tongue!” Judith leaned on the dagger hard, and Nico shuddered as he felt it slice him a little bit deeper. Blood welled around the wound and flooded his gorget, spilling onto the floor beneath them.

“What’s the matter with me talking?” Nico said, taking a page out of Filia’s book. “Does your body like the sound of my voice?”

Judith made an incoherent noise of rage and yanked the dagger out, intending to plunge it into the same spot with all her force behind it. But it was exactly what Nico had been waiting for. He folded his body at the waist, then kicked his legs with all his strength, pushing up off the floor with his wings. The movement whipped him to his feet, and as he did he grabbed hold of Judith and threw her down the hallway. Judith flew through the air and crashed into her allies. Nico made to follow, but pain forestalled him and he sank to one knee, taking deep breaths as the agony of his neck wound threatened to overcome him. That silver dagger hurt.

The hunters recovered. Judith bashed her shoulder into a nearby wall, popping it back into place with an audible noise. Her eyes glittered with pain and determination. “Good trick,” she thought. “Won’t happen again.”

As Judith and her allies began to stalk him again, Nico began to think outside the box. Trying to break the hunters in half wasn’t working, so he’d have to resort to natural demon craftiness. The hunters advanced as one, their footsteps in perfect sync on the carpet. Nico’s eyes narrowed. Judith had contacted the others somehow, which meant that she had a way to do it non verbally, and even with her consciousness mostly bound by the thrall rune. Some kind of telepathic connection? His mind wandered further as his body sat back on his haunches, ready to spring away from whatever attack they came at him with next. The runes he’d pulled from Judith’s mind flickered past his mind’s eye rapidly. Mark of Power, Seal of Binding, Seal of Chaos, Sigil of Healing, Mark of Purity…

His eyes wandered over Judith’s naked body, at the red, raw flesh on her shoulder where one of her allies had seared a physical brand into her flesh. It had made him lose his control over her. In that moment, an idea coalesced in his mind. It was a long shot, but so many good ideas through history had been, both human and Infernal.

All he had to do was touch Judith once. Just once.

Nico dismissed his conjured weapons. The demon hunters stopped, eyeing him warily. Nico rose to his full height, keeping his posture relaxed but ready. Blood began to flow from his neck wound down his torso “Alright,” he said. “Shall we keep going?”

Judith raised an eyebrow. Then, quick as a flash, she threw her long dagger at his face. Her two allies did the same with theirs. Nico ducked under the flashes of silver and charged them. He heard the snicker snack of air behind as the blades heeded their masters’ calls, scything back through the air towards him. He planted his foot and pushed off the floor hard, flapping his wings once to add momentum to his lunge.

The hunters scattered away from him, as he’d expected. Judith bent backwards as if she were a stunt double for the Matrix, and she actually locked eyes with Nico as he flew over her. Nico rotated his body as he streaked past her, gathering Infernal power in the tip of his wing. The smooth, leathery membrane brushed along her bicep like the kiss of a bat’s wing.

Nico flipped over and landed, looking back over his shoulder to see if his plan was working. Judith caught her dagger and spun to rush him again. On her arm, orange light traced the pattern of the brand on her arm. The skin scabbed over and healed rapidly, going from an angry red to a soft pink then to Judith’s normal skin tone. Nico felt that connection between them click back into place in his mind as the counter-rune’s power was disrupted by him healing it.

Comprehension flickered in Judith’s eyes. A look of panic crossed her face as she looked down at her arm, now unblemished. Her gaze turned back to Nico. “No. No!”

“Yes,” Nico said, drawing power from all the thralls he could. “Oh, yes.”

Filia’s plan hinged on a similar strategy. If she could get her hand on one the Angels, she could find out if she was strong enough to brand them with the thrall rune. Such a thing had never been attempted by an Infernal before, but the alternative was getting skewered like a kebab on the end of Calliope and Hyperia’s lances.

And the Angels were really trying to make that happen.

“Hold… still… dammit!” Filia grunted as she and the Angels fought on the ground. The thralls had cleared a space for them at her whim, most of them content to keep fucking each other’s brains out as mortal combat happened not ten feet from where they lay. But they were happy, and Filia didn’t want to put any of her toys at risk by placing them in the path of the Angels’ lances.

She willed her shadows into the ground, and they burst free a moment later like weeds. They wrapped around Hyperia’s ankles, and Filia felt triumph for a brief moment, until Calliope cleaved the shadows in twain with a sweep of her lance. The shadows came back to Filia, and she pirouetted like a ballerina and thrust out her arm. The shadows struck, weaving through the air and wrapping around Calliope’s arm. Filia pulled, actually yanking the Angel off her feet for a moment, until Hyperia sliced the shadows apart with her twin lances. “By the Fires, would the two of you just let up for one fucking second?” Filia yelled.

“Never!” Calliope cried. “By His grace and majesty, we shall not rest until you are consigned back to the Fires by which you swear. We are ceaseless. We are indefatigable. We are you doom, creature of Hell!”

Filia gazed up at the Angel, her jaw slack. “Amazing. I’ve never heard such tripe in my entire unlife. You’re just embarrassing yourself, you know!”

“Your words are as hollow as your body!” Hyperia retorted.

“This is hollow?” FIlia yelled. “Take a look in the mirror, Seraphim. You are divine perfection, yet He makes you cover yourselves.” She dismissed her armor, letting her natural Infernal beauty be fully on display. Her tail coiled around her leg and she hooked a finger coquettishly into her lower lip. “I bet the both of you are stunning under those masks and armor. If you saw things my way, you’d be free to take them off and bare those bodies to Creation. I’ve got mortal men down here who are more than capable of satiating your desires.” She held up her hand, two fingers ready to snap. “Just say the word. I can be reasonable.”

The Angels hesitated for a moment before responding. “As the Serpent whispered to Eve,” Calliope murmured, spinning her lance and holding it at the ready. “You shall not tempt us.”

Filia smiled her sweetest smile. “Then if you won’t come willingly, I guess I’ll have to just show you that I’m right.”

The source of her confidence and bravado made itself known as Nico dove out of the space of sky occupied by the sun, where even the Angels couldn’t see clearly. His wings were folded as he dropped like a bomb. They heard him a few moments before he struck, turned, then flitted out of his way.

Filia was on Calliope before the Angel could even blink, crimson fingers closing around a bronzed ankle. The contact felt akin to slapping a cactus. Then FIlia felt her palm grow white hot and she yanked Calliope down to the ground. The Angel went limp and tumbled; Filia caught the Angel in her arms like a blushing bride. The succubus braced herself – she might have just earned herself a javelin to the face.

But such a blow never came. The Angel’s masked face turned towards her. “My body…” the angel said. “It feels so hot…you actually caught me…”

“Of course,” Filia said. “We’re not trying to hurt anyone here, just… show them a different path.”

“Calliope! No!” Hyperia tucked her wings and dive-bombed Filia, leading with both her lances.

Filia slowly reached up and took off Calliope’s golden mask, exposing her face. The Angel was nothing short of gorgeous, with a pretty, youthful face. Her hair was the same light brown as her feathers, spilling down over her face and shoulders in soft, bouncy curls. Eyes of a beautiful gold blinked up at her as if seeing the sun for the first time, and two soft, cherry red lips parted slightly. Filia felt her heart actually skip a beat. “Oh, my. Excuse me for one moment, dear.”

Hyperia’s war cry reached a fever pitch as she narrowed the gap between her and Filia in seconds. But in her haste, she charged blindly, right into FIlia’s trap. The succubus let Calliope down on the ground gently, then snapped upright and jumped. Quick as a flash her arms wrapped around Hyperia’s neck, and the Angel’s momentum slammed them both into the ground. The blow would’ve reduced the spine of any mortal being to the consistency of gravel, but Filia was made of stronger stuff.

And with that one touch, the fight was over.

Nico flapped over to Filia anxiously. “You okay?” he asked her.

The succubus rolled Hyperia off her, who was spasming and twitching as the thrall rune took over. Filia picking herself up out of a buxom succubus-sized indentation in the ground. “Aye, I’m fine. Did you deal with Judith and her hunter friends?”

Nico nodded across the quad. Filia looked to see Judith sandwiched between two well-built, well-hung men, both of them thrusting frantically into her pussy and ass. She looked like she was in heaven. “They’re dealt with. Did it actually work on the Angels?”

Filia looked down at Hyperia. The Angel was squirming on the grass now, her hands sliding up and down her bronze thighs. “Such heat…” she panted, drawing her kilt up to expose her delicious legs all the way up to the curve of her rear. On the back of her neck, the thrall rune burned bright.

A grin spread across Filia’s face. “By the Fires of Hell, Nico. Do you know what this means?”

“An orgy the likes of which the realm of Creation has never seen before?” the demon ventured, his voice tinged with a horny growl.

“Well, I was thinking we finally have a way to bring the flying pillows to heel, an undeniable edge in the Great War,” Filia said, feeling her sex ache as Hyperia struggled out of her skirt while murmuring over and over about heat, delighting in the realization that Angels, it seemed, didn’t wear underthings. “But honestly? That can wait.”

Night fell upon Saint Bethany’s later, and with it, the students and faculty gathered firewood at the behest of their Master and Mistress and built six massive bonfires on the quad outside the cathedral. When lit, the fires burned tall and bright, casting a glow that could be seen for miles around, if one had the ability to peek through runic veils of concealment.

There, by firelight, they daubed themselves one at a time with red paint that the Infernals had mixed some of their blood into, marking their skin with crude, but rudimentary versions of the runes the demons used. Using undiluted runes would reduce their bodies to ash, but the crude versions still had potent effects on the mortals. Females were marked with two sigils to increase their pleasure by an order of magnitude and another to constantly stimulate them so their pussies would always be slick, ready, and wanting. Males painted on runes that would render their cum impotent so as to avoid conception, and another mark that kicked their sex drive past their body’s normal peak, so that even the oldest male had the drive of a twenty-something.

As they were marked, the human thralls joined hands and circled the bonfire, dancing with unbridled passion, moving their bodies freely in the ways they had never been permitted to before. They sang the praises of the Lightbringer, Lucifer, Satan, the Dark Lord and Great Liberator. Then, with such ritual necessities completed, they made their way from the fires to join all who were already inside the cathedral at the top of the quad.

The inside had been scoured of all holy iconography, every last whiff of the Divine purged by the Infernals. The pews had been reduced to kindling for the fires outside, along with the large crucifix that had formerly dominated the space. Arcane script covered the walls – if one had gazed upon the symbols without the Infernal’s brand upon them, they would’ve been afflicted with splitting headaches. But to the thralls, they were beautiful messages of truth and guidance, imploring them to heed the urges of their bodies.

On the wall behind the altar where the crucifix had been, a massive pentagram had been painted in the same mixture of paint and Infernal blood used for the runes. It loomed over the space, spellbinding and powerful. Nico and Filia had punched holes in the stained glass ceiling, right through the faces of the saints and the Archangels, to let moonlight into the space unimpeded. It cascaded over the floor, reflecting off the bare, sweaty bodies of the impassioned.

Here, the Infernals bore witness to the fruit of their labors over the past few weeks. WIth their bodies enhanced by the runes, their human thralls fell upon each other in a manner even more frenzied than the previous orgy. Everyone was there, and no pleasure was being denied by anyone.

“H-how is this possible?” Calliope breathed, leaning back against the male student behind her with his cock buried between her legs. “How can it feel this good?” The Angel’s body was alight with a pleasure greater than catching a glimpse of His radiance, emanating from the thick shaft thrusting between her legs. A young woman knelt in front of the Angel, lashing her clit with her tongue.

Behind them, Hyperia moaned around the cock in her mouth as she stroked the other two in her hands, bucking her hips against the fingers of another young woman as they spread and teased her cunny. Fully naked, the Angels were beings of striking beauty that every human wished to worship in the same way they did their Infernal masters.

After considering a more painful form of torture for Judith, Nico had persuaded Filia to simply put the demon hunter at the center of a gang bang, with one caveat – the Angel Galimian got her ass. The Angel’s thick member, easily comparable to Nico’s, spread the tight bud wide as another male thrall claimed her snatch. Judith howled her ecstasy to the remnants of the rafters above them, her eyes glassy and glazed, her whole consciousness under the sway of the Infernals. There was nothing left for her but the will of her Master and Mistress, who’s command was simple – fuck until you cannot anymore, then keep going even further.

Nico and Filia sat on the remains of the altar, taking a brief respite to survey their handiwork. Lily sat between the two of them, her body still damp with sweat from taking her turn with the enthralled Angels earlier. “Is this what the two of you were looking for?” she asked.

Filia petted the head of the female thrall sitting on her opposite side – the young woman dipped her head and sucked gently on one of the succubus’s tits. “Mmm, I think so,” she mused. “Nico?”

The demon wrapped a wing around Lily’s back. “Yeah. Though I never expected to see a sight like that.” He pointed to Hyperia, who had moved her head between the legs of a male buried deep in Calliope and was eagerly sucking on his balls like they were hard candies. Her whole body was trembling with ecstasy.

“Angels spend so much of their eternities on their knees,” Filia purred, patting the thrall next to her on the ass so that she got up and moved to join the sexual frenzy on the floor of the church. “Why should they not have a cock or three in them while they do?”

Lily watched for a time, letting the sights and sounds wash over her. She could feel the energy of the runes painted on the bodies of the orgy participants. Could it have been because she’d been spending so much time around the Infernals? Had she picked up the ability by some kind of osmosis? Or did it really matter? Did anything really matter when she could have the most forbidden of carnal delights at the drop of a hat courtesy of her Hellish allies?

Her mind began to race, her heart beating faster. She’d taken three men the previous day, and they had been good, fantastic even. But there was a part of her that yearned for something else, something more. Fucking the Angels earlier had actually made her scream in pleasure. But as she watched, and her body came alive, she realized there was two that she hadn’t lain with yet that every fiber of her being demanded. Because they were the ones who had made all this happen – it was only fair of her to show her appreciation.

So she reached out with both hands, rubbing along Nico’s thigh with her right and FIlia’s with her left. The Infernals looked between them at the human who had been their willing ally and companion through the debauchery. “Something on your mind?” Filia asked.

“Yeah…” Lily leaned over and pressed her lips to FIlia’s shoulder, trailing them up her hot skin to the hollow of her throat, then up to her plump, ruby mouth. The succubus made a surprised noise at the kiss, then leaned into it. Lily lingered there for only a moment before breaking away and leaning across the other way. Nico was ready, and sighed out through his nose as Lily kissed him next. When she broke away, her hands slid further towards the Infernal’s groins. “Both of you. At once.”

Nico and Filia shared a look. “Well, she did make this all possible,” Filia said. “Plus, come on, Nico. You’ve been wanting a piece of her for oop!”

Lily tackled Filia, her eagerness getting the better of her. She pinned the succubus down on the marble slab, straddling Filia’s hips and hooking her legs into the crook of Filia’s knees. Lily’s body fit neatly against Filia’s, their breasts mashing together and making both women tremble. Filia purred like a cat and kissed Lily deeply, wrapping her arms around Lily’s shoulders, digging her nails in just so. Lily ground against Filia, as if she wanted to become one with the succubus.

Nico watched his two favorite women grind against one another, his cock surging to life as Lily’s shapely rear swayed back and forth in front of him like a metronome. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Lily looked back over her shoulder at him, eyes glinting with carnal ferocity. “What’s wrong? A demon, getting cold feet? Don’t tell me you don’t find me attractive, Nico, because I know that’s a fucking lie.”

“Yeah, Nico,” Filia said. Her thin tail slipped up between Lily’s thighs, the width of it threading between Lily’s soaked labia and rubbing up and down. “What’s the holdup? She wants it bad, and we didn’t even have to brand her.” She kissed Lily warmly, her hands sliding up the lighter girl’s sides. “Don’t be a bitch.”

Nico bristled. “Mind yourselves.” He was fully erect now, and resisted the urge to stroke himself. Some instinct was cautioning him, a soft whisper at the back of his mind, saying be careful.

Lily threw back her head, exposing her neck. FIlia was on it like a vampire, teeth sinking in and making Lily gasp. Heat grew between them as the two buxom females ground themselves against one another. Lily clenched her thighs around Filia’s ropy tail. “What are you gonna do about it?” she teased Nico. “I’m willing, begging for you to ravish me like a cheap whore, and you’re just sitting there. If you don’t hurry up – ah! – Filia’s gonna get me off first.”

Nico grabbed hold of that cautionary instinct and punted it like a football to the back of his mind. He pounced upon the two, spreading Lily’s legs wide open and letting his thick demon cock slip between her perky cheeks. “Feel that?” he growled in Lily’s ear, pressing his weight down upon her. “That’s how far in you my cock is going.”

“Finally,” Lily breathed, laughing a little as she leaned back into him.

“Filia, let her go,” Nico commanded, his voice no-nonsense. “And I’ll get to you later.”

“Oho, please,” the succubus countered, but released her grip on Lily. She made to roll over, but Nico grabbed her and pinned her to the marble beneath them. Filia scooted back so Lily’s head was between her crimson thighs, her fingers tangling in Lily’s raven hair.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl,” Nico rumbled, teasing her tight, slick entrance with the flared head of his cock. “Helping us Infernals corrupt your classmates, your teachers, even a couple of the Lord’s servants. What’s the state of your soul, I wonder?”

“Probably irredeemable at this point,” Filia hissed, tugging Lily’s head up a little higher.

“I don’t care,” Lily whined, wriggling between the two Infernals. “If Hell feels this good, Heaven can eat me.” Her words sounded the faintest bit pained, in the hurt me more type way.

“You’re going to be demon kind’s little slut forever,” Nico said, pressing himself slowly into Lily. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Just being passed around from demon to demon forever?”

“Yes,” Lily mewled.

Filia pushed Lily’s head down between her legs, and the human’s lips pursed to kiss her labia out of reflex. “And when they get bored of you, my sisters and I will take you from there,” the succubus said. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little slut?”

Even through the mouthful of succubus muff, both Infernals could make out LIly’s plaintive “Yes!”

The two Infernals locked eyes. “Well, Nico dear,” Filia said. “Might as well destroy her like she wants to be.”

Nico thrust with his hips, bottoming out inside Lily’s hot, tight cunny with one motion. Lily made a mewling noise of pleasure that Nico had never heard anything like before, but he immediately wanted to hear her make it again. So he pulled back, and slammed himself back in again. She was hotter than he ever could’ve imagined, and slick enough that he met no resistance as he sheathed himself inside her over and over again. Her slick walls squeezing him just right, as if she’d been tailor-made for him.

Each heavy thrust pushed Lily’s head between Filia’s spread legs. The succubus crossed her ankles on Lily’s shoulders, pulling her face deeper into her muff. Lily’s tongue delved inside her folds, lapping the succubus’s passion as if it were the sweetest honey. The wet length traced random patterns along the sensitive flesh, sparking off tiny flashes of pleasure that raced through Filia’s body like firecrackers. Filia’s toes curled and she threw back her head. “Fuck, yes, good, good, don’t stop…”

As the three rutted, ebbing and flowing like a river as they were joined in pleasure, a curious feeling began to settle over them. The air chilled, the smells of sex and brimstone from the runes becoming sharper, more pungent. Power began to flow back away from the thrall runes back to the Infernals, coalescing around them and making the air crackle with power.

But the pleasure was so good and the heat too addictive. Nico leaned down over Lily, his torso pressed to her back as his hips slapped and slapped against her ass. Their sweat mingled as he fastened his teeth in the scruff of her neck, bottoming out in her with every thrust. “Fuck, Lily, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Lily lifted her head from between Filia’s legs, her hands linking with Nico’s and hanging on for dear life. “Fuck me with that demon dick, Nico,” she pleaded, the words running together. “And don’t you dare stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the demon panted, redoubling his efforts. His whole body felt hot, hotter than the Fires of Hell, and he wanted to capture this feeling and hang onto it forever. He felt like the Gates of Heaven would be nothing before him if he hung on and could weaponize this abject delight.

Then his balls clenched and his pleasure crested, and he let out a bestial howl of pleasure as he buried himself in Lily and let go. Demon seed spurted deep inside her human womb, filling it to the bursting point. The sensation drove Lily into a frenzy as she ravished Filia, and the succubus bit down on a knuckle as her own pleasure crested and broke.

As his cum flowed into Lily, Nico finally felt the chill settle upon him, like having a wet blanket tossed over his head. Filia’s eyes widened as she felt the same sensation. Before either Infernal could figure out what was going on, a feeling of nausea overcame them both and the world turned on its axis. Nico felt more than just his cum flowing into Lily – all his power as well, every ounce of strength he’d gained since coming to Saint Bethany’s. He tried to grab hold of it, but it flowed through his hands like water, and the effort only made him feel more sick.

Filia writhed, moaning not in pleasure but in discomfort. “What’s…. Happening….”

Just as quickly as it started, it was over. Nico blinked as his cock slipped free from Lily, then reached behind him as he realized his wings were gone. Filia grabbed her chest, letting out a panicked squeak as she realized her body was back to it’s pre-thrall rune proportions. The worst part of it all was that they could no longer feel their thrall connections. They were alone in their own minds again.

Then a blinding light flared between them like a newborn sun, and Lily floated up into the air. Her head lolled, her eyes closed and her mouth forming words in a language more ancient than any Nico and FIlia knew. “What’s going on?” Filia asked, scrambling off the altar onto the steps.

“I don’t know!” Nico said over Lily’s babbling.

Lily stopped speaking for a moment, then let out a howl of pain, sounding as though she were speaking with a hundred voices instead of one. A series of ugly cracks sounded out as wingbones erupted from her back, trailing blood and ichor. The light around her bent around them, covering one with feathers, the other with leathery membrane. Her body shifted, her breasts growing more heavy and her hips more round, a ropy tail sprouting from her tailbone.

Slowly, the Infernals watched her float down to the altar. The light vanished, and LIly flopped onto her face, her wings lying limp atop her. Nico and Filia stared at her for a long time, then turned to each other. “What the fuck…” Nico began.

From behind them, someone started clapping.

Both Infernals’ heads whipped around. Every one of their thralls was passed out on the floor. Standing between the open doors of the cathedral, slowly clapping, was a tall, gaunt figure with featherless wings.

“Well done, the both of you,” Azagthoth said, smiling innocently at them. “Well done indeed.”

THE END OF PART SIX