《Worldbreaker》 Prologue Ravacus'' massive frame stood stark against the wall of roaring flames. His void black hair alight with a deep, orange glow, and his muscular naked torso basking in the embracing heat. He was contemplating. For a long time now. He knew that by bedding this Angel, he would violate the most sacret of Hell''s rules, and will surely forfit his rights to rule the 11th Gate of Hell, and be executed for this vile transgression but somewhere, within his subconcious, he did not care. Or maybe, he only cared for the outcome of it all. He believed that he found a way to impregnate an Angel, even tho it was vastly believed that Demons cannot and will not ever be able to create offspring with a Angel. Rape cannot grand seed to sprout because rape is considdered a violation against purity. A farmer will not plant a burned seed and hope it will sprout. it does not work that way. But Ravacus believed he did find a way, the only problem being, he did not know if this Angel was true to her word and did indeed love him for who he was. That was the key to create an offspring between Demon and Angel parents. The most purest and rawest form of love. Once Demon and Angel find the true meaning of what love is understood it to its core, they can reproduce, or so the Scriptures say. In the millions of years, no offspring came from the union of Demonic and Angelic parent so it was just a Myth, but a myth he was willing to persue, if it means that the Heavens and the Hells could be reunited once more. He glanced over to his bed, and let his gaze slowly slide over the half naked beauty that lays between his sanguine colored sheets. Zaphira Goldbow, patron mother of Love, Compassion and Mercy. She would be the mother of his child. The child that will ring in a new Era. The thought of such a possibility made him grin, and he noticed that the Angel had opend her azure colored eyes and stared directly towards him. She slowly arose a bit and gave him a warming smile. "I hope you know that once we do this, there will no going back, right" asked Ravacus to confirm if the woman was truely on board with the while idea of creating a Demon / Angel offspring but all she gave him as an answer was a wide smile and a nod. Ravacus thought of what Zuzakai, Andrenos and The Puppetteer would say if they knew what he was about to do, but then realised he didnt truely care. He was the ruler of the 11th Gate of Hell after all. The Gate of Torture, Dispair and Agony. Why should he concern himself with the opinions of the Lesser and Less Fortunate. He gave a soft shrug and walked towards his massive bed, that was completely made from the Bones of the fallen and corrupted and planted his massive hands next to his lover''s head, as he lowered himself on top of her, pressing his ink black lips firmly against her''s. A kiss, a confirmation of the passion he felt for her. The tender flesh of her lips lightly drying up because of his imensely hot breath but, she did not pull back, but eagerly accepted the kiss, by wrapping her left arm around his muscular torso, pulling him firmly against her. A soft, gentle moan escaping her lips in a muffled tone as she let the tip of her tongue slide over his lips, tasting his lips with love. She did truely love this man. Even tho her Elders always told her that Demons where the corrupted, the Fallen and the Twisted, Malicious ones. She did not care, she saw what kind of man this being was. Someone who just like her, wanted to reunite the Heavens and the Hells once more, as it should be. She clawed her nails firmly into his flesh as she wrapped her legs around the man, locking him firmly within her embrace, her large, soft breasts firmly squished against his rock hard chest, and for a moment, she felt something hard, throbbing and riggit slide into her nethers, splitting her appart what caused her to release a stiffled, breathless moan, as her back arches.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. So it was done, now it begins. The rocking motions of love. The acceptance of life, that she would carry. The Life that would sproud from his seed. Life that will grow into something beyond the understanding of the Angels or the Demons. A child, that will reprisent Balance. The strongest force in the universe. All she could do was hope that this child that one day will roam the Dimentions would be ready to face whatever it will be, that the Heavens and the Hells will throw at him, but unbeknownst to her, Ravacus already made preparations. Preparations so that this child will have the means to fight back against any who would dare to stand in its way. As the two made love, for two entire days and three entire nights, something within the Dimentions changed. In Babylon, the sky turned deep sanguine, while on earth a girl by the name of Faye Winston screamed from agony, writhing in imense pain, as the birth mark on her shoulder burned glowing hot, turning from a formless blot into something that reprisented a blooming rose. While in the Hells, the fires roared, and the Souls of the sinners and the lost screamed from agony and dispair. It made the Demons angsty, while in the Heavens the clouds turned deep grey, causing lightning bolts to combust from random spots, sometimes even hitting one of the angels who stood too close. The whole cosmos was about to change. It was reforming, into acceptance that something unnatural was about to be bred. Something dangerous. Something that even the Gods cannot contain, and will fear. Somewhere on earth, a little baby boy, began to cry for the very first time. A small baby boy with pale skin, and raven colored hair, who looked up at the ceiling with brightly glowing eyes of crimson. He felt it within his broken soul that he was about to have some company. Somewhere, far beyond the concepts of reality, a woman, dressed in bordeaux and gold, felt reality shift into something out of her control, and she too knew that some exciting times where afoot. "well my darlings. it would see, that we shall have someone very interesting roaming the realms" she whispered with a giant smirk, as she let her emerald green eyes slide across the room, that was filled with scantly clad women and men. Her large, long, and very flexible whip lightly growling from anticipation to bite into the flesh of this newly bred creature. Yes... After this whole ordeal, reality will be reshaped into accepting this violation against nature. The very fabric of the Dimentions will bend and reform to contain this one''s tremendous, and terrifying powers. A being will be born soon. A being that will make Gods cower in fear. A Valentine without love. A Valentine with a Heart of Rott and Decay. A Valentine with a shattered Soul. Chapter I: After a few days Callisto had arrived in the city, the strange feeling of someone stalking him, watching him became more and more prevelant. Every corner he turned, every street he walked, every store he visited, he felt as if someone or something stalked him, hidden from view, just out of reach. The strangest part was, he could not pick up any sense of a soul either, even tho he was able to pinpoint every single one of the people within these city walls. From King and Queen to peasant and farmer, yet a vast, bottomless nothingness when he tried to reach out towards that thing that followed him daily. It began to bother him a little bit. Why wasnt he able to pick up its soul aura. Why did it stalk him. What was it waiting for. All questions that lead to no answer and it was annoying. What he could sense however is the strange, powerful miasma of that other thing that lurked within these walls. It felt evil and vile, twisted and corrupt. It did not move, it did not dissapear. It kept within the surroundings of a massive ark stoned church where he felt the strange, wicked aura the strongest. It was to sickening and strong to be a Fallen Angel or its Consort. This could be something darker, stronger and far more dangerous. Deamonae and Eangelae where powerful, within reason but this presence was... More. An Elder, it has to be but what kind. Agonae and Dispirae where classed as Minor Deamons and as haunting and vile as they where, they where a minor inconveniance to him but if this was something Stronger he needed preperation, not just run in blind. Even tho he was something that the Deamonae and Eangelae seem to fear, he was not indestructible. As far as he knew, Silver and especially Blessed Silver, something Angels seem to like a lot harmed him quite a lot. He took halt directly in front of the massive, richly engraved wooden door that led into the Church''s bowls and stared up, as if he was trying to find something but all he could think off, was what it could be that stank up this city with its massive odor of body rott and sickness. Then a idea popped up, what if this thing that hid inside this Church was related to his Stalker. Could the two be the same entity. He did know that there where Ancient beings, Demons and Angels alike that could separate their soul from their body and lock it up somewhere safe, so even when the body was destroyed, their soul was not. This would be interesting if true because this would mean that whatever stalked him, knew of his ability to sense the presence of soul energies and soul auras. He shrugged and took a turn, but as soon as he tried to set his feet into motion he bumbed into something that pushed him back inmediately. "Careful where you go, Callisto" it said and Callisto aimed his eyes at the figure. It was a young man, almost boyish, same hight, same stature with raven colored hair and bright glowing red eyes. His skin had the same ghostly pale color but his clothes differed. "Yes, i know you, bonehead. It was me that kept a tab on you. You, are far less interesting as i would have thought. Are you truely the one that makes Demon Lords cower and shit themselves because you seem... Well, lacking" the person said as his piercing gaze burned though Callisto''s. "I have no idea who you are, what you want from me and where you came from that made those weird rumors about me but, i assure you im just a normal person in dire need of money, so if you excuse me i have a job to find" muttered Callisto as he tried to walk past this stranger who, seemingly knew far more then he did. "Dont give me that, idiot. Silvery white hair. Bright yellow eyes. Ghostly pale of skin and about the same hight as a baby giant. You must be my idiotic, brick brained half-brother Callisto Darkfyre. Son of the infamous Rebel Lord of the Eleventh Gate of Hell. And before you ask, yes. Same daddy, different mommy im afraid. He ate mine after raping her for a few weeks. Im a Cambion. A mere half-breed. So, i was thinking, could it be that my moronic little bro isnt even aware of what he is truely capable off and here we are. Eye to eye so i can tell you that, yes i know of your ability to sense soul auras and soul energies but, that is not all. You, my friend are what i began to call, a Soul Hunter. You are capable of using... wait, no. Abusing soul magic" said the boy with a smirk on his face, almost as if he was enjoying the fact that he was far more knowledgable of Callisto then he was of himself. "I have litterally no idea what you are talking about. If you truely think i am so stupid as to use or abuse Soul Magic you must be truely a single braincelled organism. Every idiot knows that Soul Magic is deadly for the user because it consumes their soul instead of mana" said Callisto as he threw a mocking glare towards the unfamiliar sibling. "True, if you are a weak and puny little mortal... Or demon Lord, or well anything basicly besides you. Ever thought why it was you where able to see into other people''s souls. why you could sense their guilt and sorrow. Their rage and failures, their Regrets. Their entire lives basicly? no, well it is because it is your task to root out the most vile, and twisted of the Sinners. You, are able to rip out their souls and bannish them to another dimension we call, Exodus. Basicly put, your soul, as shattered and splintered as it may be is a never ending prison for the twisted, forsaken and most vile. This is where your Soul Magic comes into play. Rather then consuming your own, you have the ability to feed off the souls you devour. A fair warning tho. As amazing as this sound it has a really bad drawback too. The more you feast on the souls of the Sinners, the more unstable you will become. Thoughts and emotions not your own will become a plague to your exsistance and, it can have extremely catastrophic results for anyone involved. Madness is power, everyone knows this but how far the madness goes is up to you. You want to know what hides behind these church walls? i can tell you but, in doing so, you accept the task you where ment to do. Break the wicked. Punish them for their vile deeds and start your true life, right now" snarled the boy as he smirked widely. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings."Hmm, you are funny. You want me to throw myself into the unknown, yet i never got your name. You know mine, so why dont you tell me yours and we shall see what i will do" bitst Calisto as he crossed his arms. "Ahh, well sure... Why the fuck not, eh. You may call me Jarou Lawson, i am your elder" he said as he made a mocking bow and whispered "well, what do you think. Wanna give it a go and see how strong you truely are". Callisto did not answer. He just stood there, staring at the stranger, his arms still crossed. Minute after minute passed without a single word spoken but then after what seemed to be a eternity he finally opend his mouth and whispered with his bleak, emotionless and hoarse voice "Yes" "Good, finally. Thought you would never answer me but, glad you did. Well, all you have to do is summon your Soul Snatcher and, you''re good to go" chuckled Jarou, seemingly finding all this very comical and amusing. "I have no soul snatcher, you moron. Before you came along and dumped all this useless idiocracy into my lap, i didnt even know i had siblings" "Ohh, yeah you do, quite a lot actually, lets see... There''s me obviously, and Jace. Yishma, Elavira. Reshvin and Bee, Thristian and Jackob... Oh, and Betty, and Fiona. Giasmo and..." "Ok, i get it, daddy couldnt hold his dick inside his pants for more then five minutes, just... Tell me what you mean with, Soul Snatcher" yelled Callisto who became more and more annoyed by the minute. "Well, i have no idea what its true name is but, its your ability to pull the souls of others from their body, basicly seperating spirit from vessle, so to speak. It usually involves some intense screaming, flopping of the limbs before dropping to the floor in a useless heap of mortal meat, while you are holding a round orb of a weird, glowy substance and bright color. Your right hand should be covered in ink black and ice white flames but, your hand is still made of meat and bone, so come on, conjure it already" "I cant you, inbred piece of..." began Callisto but Jarou broke his words. "Fine. Why didnt you say so, well lets see. To summon your grabby arm all you have to do is open up to your inner self. Allow you, to become you. The real you. Well, go on. do it" said Jarou as he poked Callisto''s arm trying to se eif that worked but still, nothing. "I am being pranked, arent i. Who set this up, was it you Natalia" yelled Callisto as he looked around. "No, none of your bed friends did not set this up, Callisto, focus please" said Jarou but Callisto was done. "Yeah how about no. Just fuck off and let me do my thing. I need money, so i can buy some new weaponry. My weapons keep breaking an shattering" he said as he began to walk back towards the Inn he stayed at. "Why are you using lumpy human weapons. They are not build for your strength, as pathetic as it is right now. Just wait till you finally opend yourself up to the true you, and accepted your role as the Soul Hunter. Not only does this Power come with its own set of unique abilities, every soul you devour makes you stronger, more durable, faster, more agile. You''ll see" snarled Jarou as Callisto kept walking. "I''ll doubt it but... Ill keep that in mind. Moron. Now go pester someone else, you freak" mocked Callisto as he widend the distance between him and his so called sibling. Whomever this guy was he was odd. Even if he was a Cambion like he claimed he was a strange one. He acted as if everything was a joke to him. But then again, a lot of Demonic shitlings think high and mighty of themselves until i stroll along and smack their stupid ass back to the Hells. What Jarou did not mention however was, the more he would use his soul powers, the weaker the veil would become. And that if he would use this Soul Power of his too often, Very bad, and Wicked Demons would become able to shred this veil to walk this world, looking for whomever this Callisto was. All they had to go off, was what Ravacus told them the day he was sentanced to an eternity of torture. And that, was not much. Andrenos, Zuzakai and the Puppetteer where still trying to find a single shred of evidence he was truely real, not just a rumor made up by a dying Lord. Even tho Zuzakai tried to ignore and denie these rumors, Andrenos however took them very seriously. If what Ravacus said was true and a hybrid did exsist, it could become more then a shitty little pest in the future. If allowed to grow and mature, this so called hybrid child will become the Doom of the Hells, and most certainly also the Heavens. He did know of a Myth about such a Hybrid who is said to reunite the Heavens and the Hells as one, once more and bring balance to what is considdered morally good and wickedly bad. This cannot be done. If the Heavens and the Hells ever became a whole, where would the souls go. This would not only be damaging to the dimensions but balance as they knew it right now would be whiped away without a trace. Souls where fuel. The Fires of Hell would be but candle flames if not for the Sinners and the Eternal Sun of the Heavens would be a light bulb if not for the Virtueous. All that was certain as of right now, is that things will turn way more interesting. Now that Jarou introduced himself to Callisto, exciting things would start to exsist. Callisto has no idea that Time and Fate just changed and shifted into a whole new direction, now that he, unknowingly became aware of what he was. He wrote it off as a weird joke but, very soon he will see that what Jarou claimed he was, was the truth and more. Chapter II: There it was again. The strange sensation, so foreign yet oh so familiar. It made his stomach boil like a tar pit. Tense waves of fiery heat slithering through his stomach, towards his chest and into his arms and legs. The same cacophony of voices, an endless choir of vicious snarls, intense hisses and screeching moans. Whispering their vile insults in the same strange but familiar language. It felt as if his bloodvessels where set aflame and his mind was clouded by the same strange purple mist. Within the mist the sillouette of a female figure danced and twirled around in a skilled manner and the chuckles of a deep, sensual female voice could be heard. Then the empty stone ceiling of his bedroom came as a greeting and the dream became a fleeting memory once more. The same dream, over and over for as long as he can remember. It always left him with a very vague and quickly escaping feeling of longing but everytime he woke up, his stone cold heart made quick work of any emotions the dream left, as if it was but a mere illusion. He really wished who the woman was he kept seeing, dancing behind the curtain of purple mist, who the voices where that sang their hate at him or why he even had this dream in the first place but for as long as he could remember nothing ever gave him the smallest of hints. It felt vile tho, as if made by sorcery but even if that was the case then there had to be someone who was invested in him. The only person so far recently made himself known and for some reason he did not see this Jarou person as the type that would plague him with shitty dreams. His best guess was the dancing girl that always kept out of his reach. She could be the one that injected herself into his subconcious but for what end he did not know. Did he even want to know? "Good morning to you too, Bedhead" yawned Natalia from the other end of the room as she sat up, and stroke some of her hair from her face and Callisto gave her a light nod in acknowledgement. "Where where you last night Cal. I''ve been looking for you for over an hour. We got a new job to do today" muttered Natalia as she crawled out of bed. "Yeah well i..." he started but didnt finish. Last night felt weird now he thought of it. This whole Jarou character felt weird. "Stop stalling, get dressed and wake Arlaw. We have to leave within the hour" said Natalia before she walked towards the dark and tiny washroom so she could freshen up. Callisto shook his head as his gaze followed the atlethicly build girl and reached over, smacking the third and last member of their little group in the face and yelled "Wake up you lame-tard, work" and stood up from his bed too, ignoring the annoyed groans and grunts. Arlaw rolled over and flopped out of bed, hitting the wooden floor with a soft thud, before jumping to his feet, a little wobbly. "No hitting" he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes and looked over at Callisto. "then hury the fuck up, you sack of lazy bones. Appearently we need to do some shopping for a new job Natalia found for us" said Callisto as he began to look around the room for his clothes and eventually found them stashed on a small, poorly build desk in the far corner of the room. "No need. I know what he have to do, just kill a few nests of bone spiders. We dealth with those a billion times before. All we gotta do is sprinkle some sulphur on them and light their sorry asses on fire" but when Arlaw continued to mumble on about how lame their job would be Callisto felt something stir. Something wicked and corrupt. Something dark and hidiously sinful. It reeked of guilt and regret but it also radiated with Pride and Glee. He could feel it pulsate within his very core and it made him shiver.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "Yeah, Arlaw, you go do that. Tell Natalia you two will handle this job. I think i have to... " and without finishing his sentance he simply dissapeared with a soft plop and a trace of his signiture sanguine colored smoke only to reappear right in front of the massive church. The very same spot where he met Jarou the night before. Now that he stood here, the feeling he felt within the bedroom of the Tavern he stayed was overwhelming. It embraced his core with all its might, and Callisto felt a little sick. Whatever was looming behind this door had a presence that could break the will of many and it felt wrong. So very wrong it would make lesser men shake and crumble. Callisto kept his eyes aimed at the door and waited. Trying to see if the presence would notice him the same way he noticed it but minutes crawled by and nothing. He placed the palm of his hand against the wood and noticed it was warm to the touch, not remotely unpleasant and pushed it open with a loud eardrum tearing screech and peeked inside but was greeted with nothing but darkness. The overpowering, stomach churning aura pressed heavely against his shattered soul, and felt the soul shards that radiated within him shake and viborate in sync wih the omnipotent, overpowering and nausiating radiance from within. The stink of body rott and decay washed throuh his nostrils and made him sneeze and it was then that the voice of a woman chucklede. The very same voice as the one from his dreams and the words that followed made him reel. "And there he is. I was beginning to wonder when my Callisto would walk in". "I... Am sure you jest. I do not even know who you are... Lady" hissed Callisto as he pressed a hand to his nose while walking in further and heard the door behind him slam shut. Now that he was surrounded and embraced by the ink black darkness he also noticed that whatever this person was that stalked around in here did not have a soul aura. He was blind as blind can be. "Oh darling, how you wound me so" giggled the voice from his right and turned to face it but saw nothing. ''''Just wait till i have my hands wrapped around your puny ne-'''' and thats when he came face to face with his stalker and what he saw was something straight from a fairytale. Pink and Violet colored flames ignited all around him, above him and bathed the massive room within a ghostly light. Up on top of a tall, dark stone throne sat one of the most beautiful, deep grey skinned women he ever saw. Massive leathery back wings folded on her sides, and a long flexible tail lightly swaying from left to right. Her four long, ribbled and curling horns dimly pulsating with an amber colored light and her glowing, deep purple eyes wide opend. Ever so often a long, black snakelike tongue slithered over her voluptuous, black stifted lips and her large, round breasts where exposed, so he could see her coin sized nipples that where decorated with silver colored rings. Out from her naked heel, a thin, black horn grew so it would seem as if she was walking on high heels and her black colored nails where filed into sharp tips. Even if she was tall she walked, danced and moved as graceful as a balet dancer, and her very being radiated Nobility. "Then allow me to introduce myself, my love. You may call me Demonica Silverblood. Ashling Omnibus of House Silverblood and i am here to claim you as my mate" she smirked as her sensual voice rolled over her lips and followed her sentance with a playful wink. It was the moment she trailed towards him that he noticed what she ment with omnibus. Between her lightly toned thighs hung a massive, girthy cock, crowned with two tangerine sized balls that lightly swayed from left to right and all he could bring out as he tried to dash towards the door where the quick words "Hell no you skank". Chapter III: Callisto pressed his hand against the door but noticed something was different. Instead of touching the wood from before he felt cold stone underneath the palm of his hand, and where the door originally had been was now just another wall. A cold, granite wall. He tried to push himself through the stone, like he did countless of times before but it did not help at all. He did not phase through it like he was supposed too. He tried teleporting but again, nothing. Must be those large pink crystals floating above them near the ceiling. " You cant escape my love" giggled Demonica as she stepped closer, slowly swaying her hips from left to right, her cock and tits lightly bouning from her steps and licked her lips. "What do you want from me you.... ergh, no" asked Callisto as he looked from over his shoulder, glaring at the Demoness. "Babies, what else. Lust Demons, especially Royalty like me are matriachal by nature. We choose who we mate with, to secure the most powerful and purest of bloodlines. I chose you, obviously because of your dual nature" she explained as she let her long, flexible tail snake around his waist, locking him tightly and lifted him up from the floor, so they where on eye level. Callisto could smell the sweet and lightly sour scent of what he assumed was purfume but what it actually was, was something worse. Her pheromones. "Im sterile you moron. Cant conceive a child for obvious reasons. Im ment to reprisent balance, there would be no balance if i could spawn offspring exactly like me and build myself an army made from Daemon and Aengel hybrids" he snarled as he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the slitted pupils of his attacker. "Yesss... I know" she whispered and suddenly pushed her large, swollen nipple into his mouth, firmly holding his head with both her hands, as her tail tightend around his waist. The sweet, milky taste of her breast milk flooded his mouth and as soon as he accidently took the first gulp, out of utter surprise, he felt a soothing, almost calming daze wash over him. His muscles slowly weakend and felt warmly, and his eyes slowly closed as he began to drink the sweet, sweet nectar. He felt a mixture of lust and arousel wash over him, and even tho a tiny, little voice within his head tried to ratonalise with him, telling him he should escape, he did not want too. All he wanted is to nestle between those massive, bouncy pillows and cradle this devine creature while drinking her offering. "There, there my sweet, sweet boy. Indulge yourself on what mommy has to offer" she whispered softly into his ear with a velvety voice and so he did. Big, greedy gulps, slowly sinking deeper and deeper into his trance until... She let go of him, her tail coiling away from his waist, causing him to drop onto the stone floor and as she planted her feet firmly on both sides of his head, her black, horned heels firmly pinning against his flesh just above his collar bones she would glare down at him with a malevolent grin. He gazed up, eying her now fully erect cock and noticed that underneath her massive balls, a drooling wet slit was hidden. "Are you seeing what you are ment to see, my love" asked Demonica sweetly, as she used her left hand to pull up her balls, so her moist cunt became fully visable and he gave her a soft nod, still dazed and very intoxicated by her aphrodesiac and she coo''d as she slowly lowered herself. Squating down and planting her moist slit firmly against his lips. The overpowering taste of her juices almost awoke a torrent of violent lust within him but with the help of her sharp heels she managed to stop hom from overpowering her, and grinned, as she felt his greedt, flexible and skilled tongue imidiately slide deeply up her cunt, his upper lip firmly pressed against her pearl sized clit, and yelped from a powerful wave of pleasure, as he began to drink her juices while swirling his tongue around within her nethers, causing her thicc, muscled legs to tense.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. "T-There... you, go my baby. Make mommy PROUWWWWW~ANGH" she failed to finish her sentance as an overpowering sensation flamed through her naked body and flooded his mouth with a torrent of juice, whih he quickly swallowed and pulled back, taking a few deep breaths. They managed to do it, again, and again, and again, first his tongue, then his needy shaft, sliding deeply and powerfully into her warm, most slit and broke violently into her womb, furiously thrusting away and he came, and did so once more. Then a third time, and before long Demonica was overflowing with seed. Little did she know that her usually potent aphrodesiac failed to awaken his fertility. It was not ment to be that way. He was no mere mortal so the influences of her Succubae powers where wasted on him. And while they kept going, thrusting, pounding, railing, moaning, biting, clawing and wrestling, Arlaw and Natalia fell into a trap. They perished because they where a vital member short. Their flesh was now mere meat for the massive nest of Chimera''s they where asked to exterminate and while Callisto and Demonica rocked the foundations and the walls of the large church, their souls began to connect. Callisto''s soul shards viborated in sync with her giant soul orb and somewhere, something dark and twisted felt the spark. Callisto accidently soul chained her soul to his, and this was the spark that rippled through the fabric of the Dimentions. The Hellfires that kept basking the obsidean Keep in an eternal fiery glow flamed up, brightening and pulsating fiercely, and even somewhere else, far, far away in another reality another creature of an etirely different nature felt the union of Souls. Callisto accidently started an invasion. An invasion that was long in the planning and Jarou, who was as usual, stalking the dark, misty streets in search for some juicy rumors noticed what just had happend. "Callisto, you insufferable fool. What have you done" he hissed before vannishing within a cloud of sanguine colored smoke, and a soft plopping nose. Chapter IV: Callisto did not exactly know what was happening at the moment, only that light waves of clarity occasionally began to break through his deep haze of lust induced high and noticed the Demonette bouncing around on top of him. He felt surges of energy invigorating his muscles, pumping new life through his limbs and slowly but surely he began to regain control over his thoughs and strength and eventually had enough power to push the lust crazed Demonette off of him, sending her flying backwards with a tense, surprised hiss. "How... Why" she shreeked as she glared at the hybrid as he shook his head, trying to shake off the mind numbing haze. "I dont know. Just felt... Like a really good idea to, you know, push away the CRAZY, HORNED DICK RIDING SLUT" snarled Callisto, as he tried to stand back up but his legs where still a little too wobbly for that so he kept seated on the cold, stone floor. Demonica straightend back up, and shook her hair from her face, whiped a drop of cum that leaked from her flooded cunt and sucked it from her thumb as she narrowed her eyes into an angry glare and let her forked tongue slither over her lips like an angry snake. "Well, it does not matter anyways because i have what i came for. All i have to..." but before she could even finish this sentance an enraged Jarou came crashing through the ceiling with a enraged roar, causing big chucks of ruble to come down crashing, smashing into the wooden benches and against the stone throne and clouded the massive room with a thick cloud of dust and dirt. "DEMONICAAAH" he screamed as he spread his big, flexible leathery wings and shook his black hair from his face, a single horn protruding from the left side of his forehead. "And there is the Mutt. What do you want, Jarou, stalking again" she bitst at the angry Cambion as she rolled her eyes at his theatrics but he shook his head, trying to retain his last bits of composure. Any ide what just has happend, hmm" he whispered angerly, with a lightly shaking voice, his bright red eyes now fiercely alight as he looked from the tall Demonette to the sweaty and shakey Nephalym. "Yes. We fucked. Duh" huffed Demonica as she crossed her arms, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "You do know that he is sterile, right. You cannot become pregnant, you imbicile" hissed Jarou as his massive wings lightly flapped back and forth, tiny but noticable red sparkls slithering through and over his fingers and under arms as he felt the rage slowly but surely spark up within him. "I gave him my aphrodesiac, so i have what i want" she said, as she was trying to provoke him but all he did was shake his head. "You really are just a big tittied, cock guzzling bimbo, arent you, Demon bitch. He is not your avarage human cunt cuddler you dolt. Those powers have no effect on him. Besides, if it was this easy to break the Balance, what he reprisents by the way the forces of Reality, Nature, Law and Chaos would be fucked, no, nothing like you and i know what you are thinking right now. But why did the lust effect kick in then. This is because of the three Demon Lords, or well, as they are called now, the Three Pillars who each reprisent an aspect of him. Andrenos Ashvael reprisends his Anger, his Rage and need for violence and bloodshed. The Puppetteer reprisents his craving and need to be in control, to control, his desire to dominate and conquer and that raggity bone sack Zuzakai reprisents his addiction to lust. The vile aspects of the Taboo and the corruption it brings. The, lets say... More forbidden aspects of what lust can bring, that is why you had the ability to drug him. Also, because he is a total pushover right now and has never even ate a single, puny little soul... Yet. Just you wait till he does so, you will find that it will not be so easy to go there again. Especially now that he mannaged to Chain his soul to yours You are feeding him your soul energy. Why else do you think he as suddenly able to push you back, hmm? You clueless cunt" huffed the very annoyed Cambion as he stepped towards Callisto, and pulled him back onto his feet. "What... Wait, what do you mean, he chained my soul to his" asked Demonica as her eyes widend a litte. "I do not know the fine details of it all but, what it basicly means is, you accidently helped him take his first few baby steps into becomming the Soul Hunter he is ment to be but that is besides the point. Because of the fact, your souls made a connection, Andrenos is on his way here. You do know that he wants this, well... Abomination gone right. Callisto is what threatens them, well and the cloud wadlding sissies over at the Halls of the Heavens" said Jarou as he folded his massive wings onto his back and looked over at Callisto. "Yes, you idiot, you accidently started an invasion from two ways. Paladins and Marauders may actually hunt you now because they know where your silly ass is hiding, and you are far from ready to face any of them, especially Phalanx and Vlax" muttered Jarou. "Whom" asked Callisto as he sat down onto a big chucnk of rubble, while he looked up at the lanky Cambion.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. "Phalanx is the leader of the Angelic Paladins and Vlax is the Master of the Marauders. And just so you know, Those Paladinical buttholes use Silver... The blessed kind. A Very potent and deadly weapon against you. Silver in itself is already able to cut through your flesh, bones and muscles. It will not harm you permanently and you will regenerate and heal as soon as normal silver breaks contact with your flesh but the Blessed kind... That is a nightmare" whispered Jarou as she shook his head, thinking about the possabilities if Callisto would be impaled by a Paladin''s Spear, or blade. "I know. I tangled with some Moon-Elven Battle Clerics once" said Callisto with a light shrug. I could not regenerate for weeks, and my flesh felt, and looked as if it was corroded, or infected by some flesh eating disease. Or flesh biting accid. It felt horrible. But hy is this if i may ask, since you are seemingly the expert here". "Well, it has to do with the fact that Silver by itslf is a virgin metal. It does not allow itself to become corrupted. This is why a pure blooded Vampire has no reflection in antique mirrors. There is a thin layer of silver paint coated on the back of the glass so it gives it the mirror reflection. You however, are as corrupt, and soiled as can be. This is why you are so great at being a soul prison for the most vile and wicked Sinners in exsistance". "Well, isnt this just great. We have uncle Andrenos busting through the Veil, crossing Dimentions to tear appart this wonderful world in search of this bastard, possibly dragging his Demonic Hord of shitlings with him while a Aengelic Paladin with a crutch is following in his big, demonic footsteps, also possibly dragging along his jolly gang of Knightly Clowns of his. WONDERFUL" hissed Demonica with a deep sigh, as she let her shoulders hang in defeat. "Thats on you lady, you basicly date raped me you droopy, saggy tittied whore" hissed Callisto angerly. "My tits are not saggy" responded Demonica with a dramatic tone in her voice but Jarou had enough. "Stop, both of you. Demonica, get your skanky butt back to your little paradise in Luxuria, and Callisto, you travel through Miasma''s Girdle to shake off any potential trails while you make your way to the City of Basda-El. Its the biggest city on this side of the Girdle, and is also the location of the Order, which is located in the Iron Spine. A Massive black iron tower adorned with a massive amount of corpses of the corrupt, guilty, and punished. Perhaps in an envoirment that is engulfed in Guilt, Sin, Regret and Wickedness you may actually be able to summon that soul grabbing clawy hand of yours so you can consume enough Twisted Souls to gain some power, so you can actually fight back once you eventually confront that red fleshed tower of muscle i call uncle. Just keep in mind that it will be an addicting path and consume too much without restrained, and you will lose yourself in the process. And since nothing on this dirtball we call Babylon is actually strong and capable enough to contain a berserking, soul induced and potentionally insane Nephalym high on a power trip i suggest you will keep this in mind otherwise we can write off another Dimention. Now, get going you two" and without another word, Jarou left with the noticable plop and sanguine colored smoke cloud. "Ugh, well fine. See you around Callisto. Oh, and By the way. I am not going to give up on our babies. I will find a way. See you around Champ, thanks for the nice fuck" chuckled Demonica and gave him a sly, playful wink and a shake of her tits before dissapearing as well, leaving behind a very confused and annoyed Callisto. He took a look across the ruined church and shrugged before he left as well, returning towards the Tavern he satyed at in the hopes he could tell Natalia and Arlaw what had happend but once he stepped into the bedroom he found it empty. Their armor and weapons where gone but their duffle bags and spare clothes where still here. He shrugged and slipped from his torn clothes and stepped into the little ashing room, filled the large wooden tub with hot water and began to wash himself. Not noticing that he spend an entirety of three days within the embrace of the sex crazed Omnibus. His friends where aready digested by the Chimera''s they where send to clean up, but he will find out very soon. In fact, he will find out in the early hours of the morning.