Defilement of the Divine Chapter 6 - Seraphina's Broken Blade

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The Archangel Seraphina's four silver wings carried her through the air with desperate speed, her divine blade sweeping in a deadly arc as she engaged the endless demonic hordes. The holy fire of her sword severed demon limbs with each precise strike, spattering her once-pristine armor with thick, black ichor that burned against her skin. The stench of sulfur and corruption filled her nostrils, making her want to gag as she rallied Heaven's last defenders at the main gates.

"Stand firm!" she commanded, her crystal blue eyes blazing with righteous fury as she cut down three demons in rapid succession. Her voice carried across the battlefield, somehow rising above the screams and clashing weapons. "For Paradise! For Lumina!"

Around her, the remaining angelic soldiers fought with desperate valor. Their sacred armor was dented and stained, their beautiful faces marred with blood and fear. Several warriors still carried lances with angelic flags flying from them, the sacred symbols of Heaven fluttering in the corrupted winds. The banners that once shimmered with divine light now seemed dim, their glow faltering just like Heaven's defenses.

She surveyed the battlefield with growing dread. Hours had passed since the initial breach, and the situation had only deteriorated. The perfect blue sky of Heaven had darkened to an apocalyptic crimson, clouds churning with unnatural lightning. The air itself felt wrong: heavy and tainted, burning in her lungs with each breath. The pearl-white walls that had stood unbreached for eternity were cracked and blackened, corrupted by hellfire and demonic magic.

What had been an orderly defense had devolved into desperate pockets of resistance. Angels fought back-to-back in small groups, their divine light dimming as exhaustion and wounds took their toll. For every demon they slew, three more poured through the breaches. The mathematics of defeat were becoming impossible to ignore.

Seraphina dove toward a cluster of her warriors being overwhelmed, her sword flashing as she cleaved through the attacking demons. Her intervention bought the defenders precious seconds to regroup, to shore up their failing line.

"General!" one of them called, voice cracking with emotion. "They keep coming! We can't—"

"You can and you will," Seraphina cut her off, voice steel wrapped in velvet. "Heaven stands as long as we stand. Not a step back."

But even as she spoke the words, she recognized the lie in them. Heaven was falling. Had been falling since the moment Malakai's forces had somehow pierced the outer defenses without warning. The sudden attack had caught them unprepared, and now they were paying the price for that failure.

A flash of familiar silver caught her eye, and one of the twins appeared at her side. Valora’s armor was cracked across the breastplate, and deep gash ran along her cheek, but she was still intact, still fighting, despite the silence of the choir. "General," she panted, driving her spear through a winged demon as it climbed up and charged for Seraphina's back. "The eastern rampart has fallen. The breach in the western wall has been overrun again."

The Archangel’s gaze lifted to the blackened skies where the massive form of Carnifax, the demon-dragon, circled above them. For hours, she had engaged in hit-and-run attacks against him, but it hadn't been enough. Nothing had been enough. His roars shook the very foundations of Heaven. The realization burned in her chest like molten lead. They were losing — had been losing for hours now. The Choir's song had gone silent, and no angels they had sent to be healed had returned to the fight. Something had happened to Melody, to Ariadne, to all of them.

"Valora," Seraphina said. "Gather your sister, and take what forces remain and fall back to Lumina's sanctum. Organize the defense there."

"But General—"

"That's an order," Seraphina cut her off, her eyes never leaving the monstrous silhouette above. "I'm going to end this."

Valora's eyes widened with understanding. "You can't face him alone. It's suicide."

A knot of demons pushed through a nearby group of angels, and both warriors moved as one to intercept. Seraphina's blade flashed silver-bright, cleaving through three attackers in a single sweep. Beside her, Valora's spear danced with deadly precision, finding throats and hearts with unerring accuracy.

When the immediate threat had been repelled, Seraphina finally looked at her second-in-command, a grim smile touching her lips. "Perhaps. But if I don't try, we're all lost anyway." She clasped Valora's shoulder. "Go. Protect our Mother. That's your duty now."

"I should be at your side," Valora protested, though her voice lacked conviction. They both knew the truth: That Seraphina stood the best chance alone. In a group, she would never make it through the flood of demons without them collapsing on them all. Coordinated attacks had already failed. Their only hope now was a single strike at the heart of the enemy command.

"No," Seraphina replied firmly. "You're needed elsewhere. If I fail..." she paused, the weight of possibility heavy in her voice. "Then someone must command what remains of our forces. Someone must defend the Goddess. It falls to you."

Valora's jaw tightened, but she gave a single, sharp nod. "By your command, General." She hesitated, then added, "May Lumina's light guide your blade."

"And may it preserve your spirit," Seraphina completed the traditional blessing, knowing it might be the last time she ever spoke the sacred words.

She watched as Valora gathered the nearest angels, her voice carrying clear instructions as they began their fighting retreat toward the inner sanctum. Some of the warriors cast desperate glances back at Seraphina, understanding dawning in their eyes as they realized what their general intended. A few saluted, fists pressed to hearts in the ancient gesture of respect.

Alone now, Seraphina turned her gaze upward once more. Carnifax continued his terrible circling, like a vulture awaiting the final death throes of his prey. She tightened her grip on her divine blade, feeling the sacred weapon respond to her resolve with a brighter flare of silver flame.

"For Heaven," she whispered, drawing a deep breath that burned her lungs with corrupted air. "For Lumina."

With a powerful beat of her bright wings Seraphina launched herself upward toward her destiny, ascending higher into the darkness that had engulfed Heaven's once-perfect blue skies. Her divine blade became a streak of light blazing with silver fire as she cut through the swarm of lesser demons that tried to intercept her.

Shapes moved within the dark smoke, twisted silhouettes darting and circling like sharks that had scented blood in water. Their shrieks echoed across the heavens, a terrible mockery of the celestial harmonies that once filled this sacred space. They had been waiting for her, Seraphina realized. Carnifax had anticipated her move, setting a gauntlet of guardians between himself and any who would challenge him.

A screeching bat-winged horror dove at her throat, and Seraphina she twisted midair, blade slicing deep. Black ichor splattered her face, burning flesh where it landed. Blinking away stinging venom, Seraphina spat curses beneath clenched teeth. "Out of my way, filth!" she snarled, her voice raw with exertion as she cleaved another demon in half.

The creature came apart, its upper body sliding away from its lower half, both pieces tumbling downward in a shower of corrupted entrails. Seraphina had no time to watch it fall. Three more attacked from different angles, their claws extended toward her wings.

She recognized their intent immediately. Without her wings, she would plummet to the ground below, easy prey for the hordes that awaited. It was a tactic they had used successfully against other angels during the battle. She had seen too many of her sisters fall screaming from the sky, their beautiful wings shredded by demon claws.

Seraphina snapped her wings tight against her back, suddenly dropping like a stone; two demons lunged blindly and collided midair with sickening crunches. The sound of their impact was satisfying as bone crunched against bone, followed by enraged shrieks of pain. As they tumbled in confusion, she unfurled her wings again and shot upward, slicing through both creatures with her sword before they could recover.

The third demon managed to rake its claws across her thigh, tearing through her armor and into the flesh beneath. Seraphina gasped, white-hot agony searing through her thigh as claws tore flesh beneath her armor, but she clenched her teeth and refused to falter. Spinning in mid-air, she decapitated the creature with a single swing, its headless body plummeting toward the ravaged landscape below.

Blood trickled down her leg, but she couldn't afford to acknowledge the wound. Her eyes remained fixed on the massive concentration of darkness ahead, where the enormous silhouette of Carnifax dominated the sky. With each beat of her wings, she drew closer to the monster, knowing that this would likely be her final battle.

More demons swarmed toward her, their forms varied and nightmarish, and Seraphina met them with cold efficiency, her blade moving in patterns practiced for millennia. A diagonal slash opened the thorax of a wasp-like horror. A thrust pierced the eye of something with too many mouths. A sweeping cut removed three limbs from a creature that had far too many to begin with.

But for every demon she destroyed, two more took their place. They came at her in waves, coordinated attacks that forced her to constantly adjust her position, to expend precious energy on defense rather than continuing her ascent. They were trying to wear her down before she could reach their master.

A bony tail whipped through the air, catching her across the back. The impact drove the breath from her lungs and sent her tumbling. For a terrifying moment, Seraphina lost control of her flight, spinning through the fouled air as demons closed in. Three of them latched onto her, their weight dragging her downward, claws scrabbling for purchase on her armor.

Panic threatened to overwhelm her as she felt one set of claws dig into the base of her left wing, seeking to tear the divine appendage from her back. With a cry that was as much rage as pain, Seraphina lashed out with her blade, removing the offending limb at the wrist. The demon shrieked but maintained its hold with its remaining hand, its teeth now seeking her flesh.

The tainted air churned heavy with hellish sulfur, a poison that seared her lungs like molten iron with every ragged breath. It felt like inhaling liquid fire, scorching her lungs from within. Spots danced before her vision as oxygen deprivation began to take its toll, her movements growing fractionally slower, her reactions dulled by the toxic atmosphere.

Seraphina drove her elbow backward with all her strength, crushing the skull of the demon attached to her wing. As it fell away, she twisted violently, dislodging a second attacker by slamming it into the third. Both tumbled away, giving her a moment's respite.

She used that moment to drive upward once more, wings beating with renewed determination. The wound on her thigh throbbed in time with her heartbeat, warm blood continuing to flow down her leg and into her boot. Each wingbeat sent fresh waves of pain through her back where the demon's claws had dug furrows into the muscle connecting her divine appendages to her body.

Seraphina slashed at the strands, her blade severing the magical connections, then drove straight toward the spider-demon. It tried to scuttle away through the air, but she was faster, her sword piercing its bulbous abdomen. The creature exploded in a shower of caustic fluid that splashed across Seraphina's already-damaged armor, finding the gaps and burning the skin beneath. Ahead, Carnifax still circled, his massive form growing larger with each wingbeat that carried her closer. The dragon-demon had noticed her approach now, his great head turning to track her progress through the swarm of lesser minions.

Exhaustion pulled at Seraphina's limbs, making each movement more difficult than the last. The corrupted air filled her lungs like molten lead, her breath coming in short, painful gasps. Her vision narrowed, focusing solely on her objective: the monster that commanded this desecration of her home, with thousands of demons swarming around him.

For a moment, despair threatened to overwhelm her. She was already wounded, her strength flagging, her armor compromised. How could she possibly fight through this final line of defense?

Instead, Seraphina folded her wings and dropped like a stone, plummeting beneath the formation of elite guards. They reacted with surprise, not expecting Heaven's general to retreat. By the time they realized her stratagem, she had already passed beneath them, wings snapping open to arrest her fall and propel her upward once more, and this time she was behind their defensive line.

The maneuver cost her dearly. The sudden strain on her injured muscles sent agony through her back and wings, and the rapid descent followed by the abrupt stop left her disoriented and nauseated. But it had worked. She had bypassed the final defensive line, and now only open air separated her from Carnifax.

Still, she pressed onward, cutting down any demon foolish enough to cross her path, leaving a trail of dismembered corpses falling through the air behind her. "For Heaven," she whispered to herself as she finally broke through the last scattered defenders. "For Lumina!"

Carnifax loomed like a living shadow incarnate, an abyssal colossus whose mere presence drained the fading light and cast a blood-red shadow over the battlefield. Up close, the monster was even more terrifying than he appeared from a distance. His maw opened slightly, revealing rows of teeth the size of swords, each one stained with the blood of her sisters. For the first time since the battle began, doubt crept into Seraphina's heart. How could she, alone and wounded, hope to defeat such a monstrosity? But beneath the doubt burned an unquenchable resolve. Even if she could not win, she would make this creature pay for every drop of angelic blood he had spilled.

Seraphina's divine blade blazed with silver fire as she approached Carnifax, her wings beating steadily despite the pain that radiated through her injured body. The dragon-demon hung suspended in the corrupted air, his scales glistening with the gore of slain angels, each one reflecting the carnage below like macabre mirrors. Steam rose from between his teeth as his maw opened in what could only be described as a cruel smile.

"The mighty Seraphina," Carnifax growled, his voice like boulders grinding together. The monster’s cruel eyes glittered with cruel contempt. "So much fire… snuffed out before it even warms."

Up close, the monster was even more terrible than she had imagined. His form was massive, easily twenty times her size, with wings that stretched so wide they seemed to blot out what little light remained in Heaven's darkened sky. The scales covering his body were not merely black but seemed to absorb light itself, creating an aura of absolute darkness around him. Only his eyes burned with malevolent golden fire, tracking her every movement with predatory intelligence.

Seraphina tightened her grip on her sword, the divine flame burning brighter in response to her determination. "Your arrogance will be your undoing, beast. I've come to end your desecration of Paradise."

Carnifax's laughter shook the air around them, a sound so deep and terrible it made her bones vibrate painfully within her flesh. "Brave words from a dying breed."

Without warning, he lunged forward, his massive jaws snapping at her. The movement was shockingly fast for a creature of his size. Seraphina barely managed to evade, twisting her body sideways as those terrible teeth closed on empty air where she had been a heartbeat before. The rush of displaced air from his movement nearly knocked her off balance, forcing her to beat her wings harder to maintain position.

She countered with a swift strike to his neck, putting all her strength behind the blow. Her divine blade, which had cleaved through lesser demons with ease, merely scraped across his armored scales, sending up a shower of sparks but barely leaving a mark. The contact sent vibrations up her arm, numbing her fingers momentarily.

Carnifax seemed amused by her attempt. "Is that all the great general of Heaven can muster? No wonder your kind falls so easily."

The dragon's tail whipped around with surprising speed, a movement she hadn't anticipated. It caught Seraphina in the side with the force of a battering ram, knocking the breath from her lungs and sending her tumbling through the air. Ribs cracked mercilessly beneath carnage; each breath burned like fire. Bent over pain but driven by resolve, she flapped wounded wings in a desperate bid to reclaim altitude and avoid plummeting toward the battlefield below where countless demons waited to tear her apart. She managed to stabilize herself just in time to see Carnifax's chest expand as he drew in a massive breath.

Seraphina knew what was coming. She had seen the devastation his hellfire had wrought on the battlefield below. Entire formations of angels had been reduced to ash in seconds, their divine essence corrupted and destroyed by the unholy flames.

She dove sharply as Carnifax unleashed a torrent of hellfire from his maw, the corrupted flames searing the air itself. The heat was so intense that even passing beneath the inferno was like flying through a furnace. She felt her feathers crisping, smelled the stench of her own burning plumage as the edges of her wings were singed by proximity alone.

The pain was excruciating, but she pushed through it, circling underneath the beast while he was still expelling his deadly breath. From this angle, she could see his underside. The scales there were still heavily armored, but perhaps less so than his back and flanks. She scanned desperately for any vulnerability, any gap in his impenetrable defense.

There — a small section near where his forelegs joined his body. The scales there overlapped differently, creating a minute opening where they didn't quite meet. It wasn't much, but it was all she had.

Seraphina drove upward with all her remaining strength, her divine blade extended before her like a lance. She aimed for that tiny gap, thrusting her weapon with every ounce of power she could muster. The sword penetrated slightly, sliding between scales to pierce the flesh beneath.

Carnifax roared, the sound so powerful it seemed to shake Heaven's very foundations. Black ichor oozed from the wound, sizzling where it met the divine silver of her blade. It wasn't a mortal wound, far from it, but she had hurt him. Perhaps the first real pain he had felt during this entire invasion.

"You'll pay for that," Carnifax growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble.

His enormous claws swiped at her with terrifying speed. Seraphina twisted away, but not quickly enough. One razor-sharp talon grazed her left wing, tearing through the divine feathers. She screamed as claws shredded through feathers and bone alike; the searing agony from her mangled wing nearly buckled her flight midbeat. Still, she pressed her attack, refusing to yield. If this was to be her end, she would not meet it cowering or in retreat. She slashed at his underbelly again, seeking the same vulnerable spot, but Carnifax was prepared now. He twisted in the air, protecting his weakness, his tail lashing out to force her back.

The battle carried them across the sky in a deadly dance. Seraphina darted and weaved, striking whenever she found an opening, while Carnifax pursued her relentlessly, his massive body surprisingly agile for its size. Occasionally, her blade would find purchase between scales, drawing more of the black ichor that served as his blood, but these were minor injuries at best, mere pinpricks to a creature of his magnitude.

Below them, the gates of Heaven loomed, the once-gleaming pearl now stained with blood and corruption. Demons continued to assail the weakening defenses, while what remained of Heaven's host fought with diminishing strength. The sight fueled Seraphina's determination. Every moment she kept Carnifax engaged was another moment her sisters had to reorganize, to protect Lumina's sanctum.

But exhaustion began to take its toll. Her movements slowed fractionally, her reactions dulled by pain and fatigue. The damaged wing could no longer generate the same power as its counterparts, forcing her to compensate with the others, further draining her already depleted strength.

Carnifax noticed. His golden eyes gleamed with cruel intelligence. "Tired, little angel?" he taunted as she barely avoided another swipe of his claws. "Perhaps you should surrender. I might be merciful."

"I would rather die a thousand deaths," Seraphina spat back, blood speckling her lips as she spoke. Internal injuries, she realized dimly. The blow to her ribs had done more damage than she'd initially assessed.

"Death?" Carnifax laughed, the sound chilling her to her core. "Oh, no, General. Death is not what I have planned for you."

He lunged again, but this time it was a feint. As Seraphina moved to avoid his jaws, his real attack came from behind, his massive clawed hand closing around her right wing with crushing force. Her scream tore free as crushing claws shattered delicate wing bones, the sickening crunch echoing across heaven’s bleeding skies. "You've been a worthy diversion," Carnifax said, his voice almost conversational despite the violence of his actions. "But playtime is over."

With a triumphant roar, he flung her downward, using her captured wing as leverage. The leverage of the spin violently tore it from her back in a shower of golden ichor. Seraphina hurtled toward Heaven's gate, unable to control her descent, her remaining wings flailing uselessly against the air.

The impact was devastating. Her body slammed against the pearly surface with enough force to crack the divine material. The sound of her own bones breaking echoed in her ears, momentarily drowning out even the cacophony of battle.

The pain exploded beyond flesh and bone: a raw rupture tearing at her very soul, the sacred bond to her divine essence severing with each torn sinew. Her vision swam with red and white flashes as she slumped against the gate, her remaining wings twitching uselessly. Warm blood poured from the ragged wound where her wing had been, forming a puddle beneath her.

Above her, Carnifax descended slowly, her severed wing still clutched in his claws. The once-magnificent appendage already began to lose its luster, the divine energy fading without its connection to her body. His eyes gleamed with malicious triumph, his massive form blocking out what remained of the light above as he tossed the mangled appendage aside like garbage.

Angels rushed to Seraphina’s defense, hurling themselves at Carnifax the moment he touched ground. The dragon barely seemed to even notice. "The legendary Seraphina," Carnifax roared, his massive tail sweeping aside the warriors that rushed to her defense. Angels cried out as they were batted away like insects, their bodies breaking against the walls or plummeting from the gates. Seraphina tried to stand, to raise her blade once more, but her body refused to obey. The best she could manage was a defiant glare as darkness threatened to claim her consciousness.

A trio of female angels charged forward to defend the fallen Archangel, their spears aimed at Carnifax's underbelly where Seraphina had found that small vulnerability. They moved with perfect coordination — sisters who had trained together for millennia, their tactics flawless. In any other battle, against any other foe, they might have prevailed. Carnifax didn't even dignify their attack with evasion. He sucked in a scorching breath, then spewed molten hellfire that gutted air and flesh alike. It washed over the three angels, consuming them. Their screams were mercifully brief as divine flesh and armor melted away like wax, leaving nothing but charred remnants that crumbled to ash before they hit the ground.

Seraphina had managed to push herself to one knee, using her sword as a crutch. Blood flowed freely from the ragged wound where her wing had been torn away, each pulse of her heart sending fresh rivulets of golden ichor down her back. The pain was overwhelming, threatening to drag her into unconsciousness, but she fought against the encroaching darkness with stubborn will.

"Come then," she rasped, raising her blade. Its silver fire had dimmed to a guttering flicker, but still, she held it before her. "Finish it."

Before she could regain her footing, Carnifax's claws slammed down, pinning her against the broken earth. His talons tore through her divine armor like it was parchment, the enchanted metal giving way with a screech that matched her own cry of pain. The remnants fell away in shreds, exposing her flesh to the corrupted air and the monster's hungry gaze.

"I've been waiting since I was created by sin for exactly this moment," Carnifax growled, his hot, sulfurous breath washing over her face. His enormous weight pressed down on her chest, making each breath a struggle. "Did you know that, General? Every murder committed by humanity fed my strength, all leading to this day."

Seraphina spat blood at him, the divine fluid sizzling where it struck his scales. "You won't win. Lumina will—"

"Lumina will fall, just as you have," he interrupted, shifting his massive form to better pin her against the gate. "Your precious creator is next, after I've finished with you. Malakai has special plans for her."

The mention of the Fallen Prince sent a chill through Seraphina's body that had nothing to do with her physical injuries. She had been there when Malakai fell, had seen the twisted obsession in his eyes as he was cast out. If he reached Lumina...

Her thoughts scattered as Carnifax's weight shifted again. Between his hind legs, something enormous and obscene emerged: His monstrous cock swelling grotesquely. The rings of stolen angel halos threaded painfully through its thick shaft like twisted trophies of defiled grace. Their golden halos, once shining symbols of heavenly grace, were now grotesque piercings lining his slick cock like barbed trophies of shattered souls.

Carnifax noticed her effort and laughed, the sound like boulders tumbling down a mountainside. With deliberate cruelty, he used one claw to push the divine weapon further away.

"You won't need that anymore," he told her, his voice dropping to a rumble that she felt through her entire body. "Your fighting days are over, General."

As the halos on his shaft caught the light, Seraphina recognized one of them: a delicate circle with a distinctive pattern embedded in the gold. Zephyra's halo. The realization hit her like a physical blow… that was why they hadn’t received a warning before the invasion arrived. Zephyra had been captured, violated, and murdered by this monster. Her scout had been silenced in the most horrible way imaginable.

"Heaven's greatest general," Carnifax mocked, his claws forcing her legs apart with brutal efficiency, "reduced to a war bride."

His cock slammed against her thigh, the size of it nearly as thick as her torso. The halos that pierced it scraped against her skin, leaving burning trails wherever they touched. The contact alone was enough to make her flinch with revulsion and terror.

Seraphina fought with renewed desperation, but with one wing torn away and her body broken, she had no leverage. Her armor was gone, leaving her naked and vulnerable beneath the monster's bulk. Her skin, once radiant with divine light, now seemed pale and fragile in contrast to the beast's obsidian scales.

"This will break you," he promised, positioning himself at her entrance. "And I will savor every moment of it."

His cock began to press against her entrance, the blunt, swollen head seeking purchase against her dry folds. Seraphina felt every nuance of that first terrible contact: The heat of him, the unyielding hardness, the slight twitch as blood pulsed through his member. Time stretched impossibly as he positioned himself, her mind screaming in denial. Then he pushed forward with inexorable determination, forcing her body to yield despite its desperate resistance. The initial penetration felt like being split open with a dull blade, her delicate tissues stretching beyond capacity, catching and dragging against his invading shaft. Her cunt clenched instinctively, fighting the violation, but this only intensified the agony as he continued his relentless advance.

Millimeter by excruciating millimeter, he carved his way inside her. Each increment of his progress brought fresh waves of pain crashing through her nervous system. Her unprepared passage burned with raw friction, the delicate membranes tearing as they were forced to accommodate his girth. Seraphina, the valiant and strong Archangel, screamed… the cry echoing off of his scales.

Blood began to seep from where they were joined, providing the only lubrication in this savage coupling. The metallic scent of it rose between their bodies, mixing with the musk of his arousal and the salt of her tears. The warm wetness did little to ease his passage; Each thrust still felt like sandpaper against exposed nerve endings, her body's resistance only serving to heighten his pleasure.

Her back arched involuntarily off the ground, vertebrae straining as her body contorted in a desperate, instinctive attempt to escape. The movement caused the remnants of her torn wing to scrape against the ground, sending fresh shards of agony shooting along her spine. Even that pain paled in comparison to this new violation. This was desecration on a level she hadn't known possible, a corruption that reached beyond physical boundaries and into the sacred core of her being. Seraphina's vision blurred, darkness encroaching at the edges as her consciousness threatened to flee. But there would be no such mercy. Each brutal inch forced inside her anchored her to this moment, to this gate, to this unbearable reality. Her screams echoed across the chamber, bouncing back to her own ears like the mocking cries of distant witnesses to her defilement.

The tissues of her cunt stretched beyond their limit, minute tears forming with each fraction of progress he made. Her inner walls spasmed in protest, clenching and unclenching in an autonomic response that only seemed to fuel his determination. The pain radiated outward from her core, flooding every nerve ending until she could no longer distinguish where one agony ended and another began; Her broken bones, her mangled wings, her violated sex all merging into a symphony of suffering that consumed her entirely.

Still he pushed deeper, each millimeter a fresh violation, each second an eternity of torment, her body being reshaped around his invasion in ways that could never be undone. If she had been mortal, the first thrust two inches alone would have killed her. Instead, she was forced to endure as Carnifax drove deeper, stretching her beyond any natural limit.

She watched in horror as a grotesque bulge moved through her entire abdomen, distending her belly with each thrust as his monstrous cock literally raped her entire body from the inside. The sensation was one of being split in half, of having her internal organs crushed and displaced by the invading member. Each angel's halo that pierced his shaft scraped her insides raw as it passed, leaving burning trails of corruption in its wake.

"Look at you," he taunted, pulling back only to slam forward again with even greater force. "The a mighty Archangel, speared on demon cock like a common whore."

Each thrust sent fresh waves of agony through her, the halos piercing his shaft scraping her insides raw. The gate behind her cracked further under the force of his assault, fragments of pearl crumbling away. The once-sacred barrier, which had stood impenetrable for eons, was being destroyed by the desecration of Heaven's general.

Seraphina bit through her own lip, blood flowing down her chin as she fought to deny him the satisfaction of her screams. But it was a battle she couldn't win. As Carnifax established a brutal rhythm, each thrust more devastating than the last, her screams echoed across the battlefield despite her best efforts to contain them.

"That's it," Carnifax growled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Let all of Heaven hear their general's fall. Let them know what awaits them."

The remaining angels fighting nearby faltered at the sound, their morale shattering at the sight of their beloved general being so thoroughly desecrated. Some turned and fled toward the inner sanctum, while others fought with renewed desperation, as if trying to drown out the horror with violence.

Carnifax seemed to feed on their despair, his thrusts becoming even more powerful as he watched the effect of Seraphina's violation on her troops. Each scream that tore from her throat sent visible ripples of pleasure through his massive form, his scales shimmering with malevolent delight.

"Your sisters are next," he promised, leaning close enough that his sulfurous breath washed over her face. "I'll mount each one just as I'm mounting you. Their halos will join my collection, and their screams will fill what's left of your precious Heaven." Blood and other fluids leaked from around Carnifax's enormous shaft as he continued his assault. The divine energies that had once sustained Seraphina now worked against her, keeping her conscious and aware when unconsciousness would have been a blessing. She could feel every excruciating detail of her violation: The way her insides tore and bled, the burning corruption spreading through her with each thrust, the gradual dimming of her divine essence as it was polluted by contact with demonic flesh.

"You’re still alive," Carnifax mused, his voice casual despite the violence of his actions. "You’re the first one who’s lived this long! Maybe I can keep you as a trophy of my victory. The other demons would pay dearly for a turn with Heaven's fallen general."

The thought of being reduced to a plaything for Hell's denizens sent a fresh wave of horror through Seraphina. Death would be preferable; a clean end to her existence, a return to the divine essence from which all angels were formed. But Carnifax would deny her even that mercy.

He shifted his position slightly, driving his cock at a new angle that sent fresh agony through her core. The bulge of his member was now visible just beneath her ribcage, her body distorted beyond recognition by the invasion. She could feel her ribs cracking further with each thrust, her internal organs crushed against her spine.

Seraphina wanted to deny it, to spit defiance in his face once more, but all that escaped her lips was another scream as he drove particularly deep. The sound echoed across the battlefield, a clear signal to all who could hear that Heaven's greatest defender had fallen.

In the distance, she could see more demons pouring through breaches in the walls, overrunning the diminishing angelic defenders. Heaven had fallen the second Carnifax tore her from the sky. Everything that followed was merely the playing out of inevitable defeat.

This knowledge broke something fundamental within her. Her screams took on a new quality — not just pain and violation, but despair. The hopelessness in that sound was more devastating to the remaining angels than any demonic weapon could have been. One by one, they began to falter, their divine light dimming as Seraphina's cries conveyed what words could not: Heaven was falling, and nothing could stop it now.

Carnifax growled, and then suddenly flipped Seraphina over and forward, smashing her breasts against the Pearly Gates. The rough surface scraped her sensitive flesh raw, adding to her torment as he continued raping her without pause. His massive cock never left her body during the maneuver, twisting inside her and sending fresh waves of agony through her core.

The new position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, the bulge of his shaft now visible through her back as well as her abdomen. Each thrust drove her harder against the gate, the once-smooth pearl surface now cracked and jagged, cutting into her skin. blood flowed freely from countless small lacerations across her chest and stomach, mingling with the fluids leaking from her violated pussy.

Seraphina's remaining three wings splayed uselessly against her back, the silver feathers dulled with blood and dirt. They twitched spasmodically with each brutal thrust, the divine appendages responding to her pain even as her conscious control over them faltered. The ragged wound where her first wing had been torn away continued to pulse with agony, divine energy leaking from the sundered connection.

Behind her, Carnifax's enormous weight pressed down, driving the breath from her lungs and making each inhalation a desperate struggle. His scales scraped against her skin like rough sandpaper, leaving raw, bleeding patches wherever they made contact. The halos piercing his shaft continued their internal assault, scraping her insides with each thrust and withdrawal.

Seraphina felt his claws dig into the base of her three remaining silver wings, right where the divine appendages joined her back. His talons pierced the sensitive juncture where flesh and ethereal matter merged, sending jolts of white-hot pain through her entire being.

"No," she gasped, knowing what was coming. "Please, not my—"

Her plea was cut short by her own scream as Carnifax tore one wing free in a single savage motion. Divine blood sprayed in an arc, splattering across the gate and raining down on the battlefield below. A gut-wrenching scream tore from her throat as searing agony exploded through every fiber and her vision flooded with white-hot light that threatened to swallow her whole. Carnifax, however, would not allow her that mercy. "Stay with me, General," he snarled, his cock still pumping into her brutalized pussy. "I want you to feel everything."

The severed wing fell to the ground beside her, its silver feathers already dulling as the divine energy that animated it dissipated. Seraphina felt the loss like a piece of her soul being ripped away — which, in a very real sense, it was. An angel's wings were not merely physical appendages but manifestations of their divine nature, their connection to Lumina's grace.

Blood gushed from the wound, far more than should have been possible from a physical injury alone. This was her essence pouring out, her divinity bleeding away with each pulsing jet of silver fluid. The gate beneath her was slick with it now, the sacred pearl stained and corrupted by the mixing of angelic blood and demonic pre-cum.

Carnifax's rhythm never faltered during the mutilation. If anything, her agony seemed to excite him further, his thrusts becoming more violent as her screams intensified. His massive cock pulsed inside her, stretching her beyond any natural limit, the halos adorning it scraping her raw with each movement.

"Such beautiful sounds," he crooned, his voice a mockery of tenderness. "Let your sisters hear what awaits them. Let all of Heaven know its defenders will fall one by one, just as you have."

The second wing followed, ripped from her back with the same terrible efficiency. More blood gushed from the wound, mingling with the sweat and filth that covered her body. The pain transcended physical agony, becoming something spiritual: the sundering of her very being, her divine essence torn apart fiber by fiber.

Seraphina's screams grew hoarse, her throat raw from the force of her agony. She could taste blood in her mouth, metallic and holy, as capillaries ruptured from the strain of her cries. Her vision swam with black spots and flashes of blinding white, her consciousness fluttering on the edge of oblivion.

The wing landed atop the first, both now little more than mundane feathers and bone as their divine light faded. Through tear-blurred eyes, Seraphina watched them dim, feeling each extinguished spark as a fresh loss. Those wings had carried her through Heaven's skies for millennia, had borne her into countless battles in defense of Paradise. Now they lay broken and discarded, like garbage beneath Carnifax's claws.

"One more," Carnifax taunted, his claws already gripping her final wing. "Then you'll be grounded forever, little angel."

Seraphina tried to summon defiance, to spit curses at her tormentor, but all that emerged from her ravaged throat was a pitiful whimper. Her body had reached its limit, pushed beyond what even divine flesh could endure. With a triumphant roar, he tore away her last wing, completing her defilement. The sound of divine tissue tearing, of celestial bone snapping, echoed across the battlefield: A death knell for Heaven's hopes.

Seraphina felt something fundamental break within her as the final connection to her divine nature was severed. It was not merely physical pain, though that was beyond description. It was existential — the sense of herself as an angelic being, as Lumina's warrior, crumbling away like the gates beneath her.

"This is what happens to those who defy Hell," he continued, his breath hot and foul against her ear. "This is the fate of all angels. Your precious Lumina will suffer far worse when Malakai reaches her."

His thrusts continued unabated, the halos piercing his shaft scraping her insides with each movement. Each angel halo represented a fallen warrior of Heaven, a sister who had suffered a similar violation and death. Seraphina recognized several of them now, not just Zephyra's, but others. "Feel that?" he growled in her ear. "Those are the halos of your fallen sisters. Most of them died screaming... just like you deserve to."

Each thrust slammed Seraphina against Heaven's Gate with bone-crushing force. The ancient structure, already damaged from their initial impact, began to crack more severely. Hairline fractures spread across its pearly surface like a web, growing wider with each brutal violation.

Carnifax used her raped body like a battering ram, her blood and his pre-cum lubricating the savage intrusion. The gate shuddered and groaned under the assault, the divine magic that had held it closed for eons beginning to fail.

Part of Seraphina, the part that remained Heaven's general despite everything, realized with horror what was happening. The gate wasn't merely being damaged; it was being systematically destroyed. And she was the instrument of its destruction, her violated body the weapon Carnifax wielded against Heaven's last defense. He increased his pace, his enormous cock driving deeper with each thrust. The bulge of his member distorted her belly obscenely, the outline of it clearly visible through her skin as it rearranged her internal organs with each violent intrusion. Blood frothed from her mouth as something ruptured deep inside her, but still, the assault continued.

The gate's groaning grew louder, the divine material protesting as fractures deepened and widened. Carnifax's breath grew ragged, his thrusts more erratic as he approached his climax. His entire massive form tensed, scales rippling with the building pressure of his release. "The end of Heaven," he growled, voice thick with anticipation, "and the beginning of your eternity as my trophy."

With a final, devastating thrust, Carnifax roared his triumph as the gate shattered. The sound of breaking pearl echoed across Heaven as the walls protecting the boundaries of Paradise crumbled. The barrier that had stood since creation itself gave way, fragments of divine material cascading down like a grotesque parody of snow.

At the same moment, Carnifax's cock pulsed inside Seraphina, flooding her brutalized pussy with scalding demon seed. The sensation of his cum filling her was like acid pouring into her womb, burning and corrupting everything it touched. Its unholy essence polluted her from within, tainting what remained of her divine nature.

Seraphina's back arched in agony, a silent scream caught in her throat as her body convulsed around the intrusion. The demonic essence burned her from within, her divine nature rejecting the corruption even as it was forced to absorb it. Steam rose from her orifices as the opposing energies reacted, creating a physical manifestation of her spiritual violation.

"Your army is defeated," Carnifax declared, withdrawing his massive cock from Seraphina's body with a wet, obscene sound. Crimson blood mingled thick with viscous black demon seed poured from her shredded cunt, a sickening river pooling beneath Heaven’s shattered gate. He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her head back violently, bones crunching dangerously close to snapping as fresh waves of agony ripped through her battered body.

Through swollen eyes, Seraphina was forced to witness the slaughter of her remaining soldiers. Demons poured through the shattered gate, overwhelming the few angels still fighting. Some were killed outright, their throats torn out or bodies dismembered. Others, particularly the females, were dragged down and violated in the same manner as their general.

A group of three angelic warriors fought back-to-back near what remained of the eastern wall, their swords flashing with diminishing divine fire. They held out for precious seconds before being overwhelmed by a swarm of bat-winged abominations. Seraphina watched as one had her wings torn off while still conscious, her screams echoing Seraphina's own recent agony. Another was impaled through her stomach on a demon's barbed member, the point emerging from her mouth in a shower of blood.

"Look at them," Carnifax hissed in her ear. "They fought for you. They died for you. And it was all for nothing."

Seraphina tried to close her eyes, to shut out the horror, but Carnifax wouldn't allow it. His claws dug into her face, forcing her eyelids open. The razor-sharp talons pierced the delicate skin around her eyes, sending fresh rivulets of blood down her cheeks like obscene tears.

"Watch," he commanded. "This is your legacy, General."

In the distance, the golden spires of Lumina's inner sanctum still gleamed, though the light seemed dimmer now, tainted by the spreading corruption. Demons were already moving in that direction, a tide of darkness flowing into paradise in the direction of that last bastion of divine light.

Malakai would be among them, Seraphina knew. Malakai’s desire to possess the goddess was what had made him fall in the first place, he would not pass up the opportunity. Soon he would reach the creator, and then...

Seraphina couldn't bear to complete the thought. The image of Lumina, her radiant, loving, Goddess, suffering like she was now suffering was more than Seraphina could bear to think about, yet she knew with sickening certainty that this was exactly what awaited Her.

Carnifax chuckled at her misery, the demon-dragon’s laughter a rumble that she felt through his claws still gripping her face. He dragged her broken body to a clear space amid the rubble, forcing her to kneel before him. Her legs gave way immediately, unable to support her weight after the brutal assault. She collapsed onto the broken pearl, her body trembling with shock and pain. The wounds where her wings had been torn away continued to bleed, shimmering gold fluid pooling around her knees.

Carnifax stood over her. His massive cock, still slick with her blood and his own release, slapped against her tear-streaked face. The stolen halos adorning his shaft clinked together like macabre wind chimes. "With your Goddess having abandoned you, you will need a new god to worship, angel,” he hissed, his voice reverberating with malicious pleasure. His cock slapped against her face again. “Worship your new god.” Seraphina turned her face away, a small act of defiance in the face of utter defeat. He grabbed her head with one enormous claw, pressing his dick against her mouth despite her resistance. Her teeth were clenched, but he didn’t care about that… the pressure from his cock was so intense that her jaw dislocated with an audible crack, sending fresh agony pouring through her body. Before she could even process this new pain, Carnifax shoved his enormous cock into her mouth.

The size of it was impossible — far too large for any angel's throat. The brutal invasion broke her jaw completely and immediately forced her to swallow every tooth in her mouth. The shattered enamel cut her gums and tongue as they were pushed down her throat by the advancing demon cock.

Seraphina gagged violently, unable to breathe as Carnifax violated her skull. The bulge of his cock was visible through her neck, distorting her throat to an unnatural degree. Her divine nature kept her alive through what should have been instantly fatal and ripped her neck to shreds, forcing her to experience every excruciating moment of the violation.

Blackness encroached on the edges of her vision as oxygen deprivation set in, but still he continued, raping her skull with the same brutal efficiency he had shown with her lower body. "Your purpose now is to please me, general," Carnifax growled, his thrusts growing more erratic as he approached his climax. "All your training, all your fighting skill, all your divine power, and you are still reduced to this: A hole for my pleasure."

With a final, brutal push, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat and came. Demon seed flooded her esophagus, forcing its way into her stomach and lungs. Seraphina choked and convulsed, her body desperately trying to expel the corrupting essence, but there was nowhere for it to go. Some of it leaked from her nostrils and the corners of her ruined mouth, but most remained inside, burning her from within.

The demonic essence was like acid in her lungs, dissolving divine tissue and replacing it with corruption. She could feel it spreading through her body, a creeping death that didn't kill but instead transformed. Each cell that died was reborn tainted, no longer purely angelic but something else — something befouled and twisted and permanently changed by contact with the monster.

When Carnifax finally withdrew, Seraphina collapsed onto the ground, vomiting a mixture of demon seed, blood, and broken teeth. Her entire body shook with the violence of her retching, but she could expel only a fraction of what he had pumped into her. The rest remained, a poison slowly working its way through her system.

While she was still convulsing, Carnifax reached down and tore her halo free from above her head. The golden circle, once the symbol of her divine status, came away with a sound like tearing silk. Seraphina felt the last of her connection to the divine severed in that moment, a fundamental part of her being ripped away.

"A fine addition to my collection," Carnifax remarked, examining the halo before adding it to the others piercing his shaft. The golden circle dimmed as it touched his corrupted flesh, its light fading to a dull glow. Seraphina couldn't respond even if she'd wanted to. Her jaw hung loose and broken, her mouth a ruin of shattered teeth and torn flesh. All she could do was lie there in her own blood and filth, watching as more demons streamed through the breach she had been forced to create.

He positioned the halo carefully, sliding it onto his still-engorged member to join the others. Seraphina's halo was larger and more ornate than those of her sisters, befitting her rank as archangel, and he placed it prominently near the base of his shaft where it would be visible to all.

Carnifax surveyed the battlefield with satisfaction, his massive form silhouetted against the darkening sky. Heaven's light was failing, the eternal radiance dimming as demons overran the sacred realm. In the distance, more battles raged as the invaders pushed deeper into Paradise, but the outcome was no longer in doubt. With the main gate fallen and its defenders slaughtered, Heaven's doom was sealed.

He turned back to Seraphina's broken form, contemplating her with cruel amusement. Her once-perfect body was a map of violation and trauma. blood leaked from the four ragged wounds where her wings had been torn away, pooling beneath her in an ever-expanding puddle. Her pussy and mouth were torn and ravaged, leaking a mixture of her own divine fluids and his corrupting seed. Bruises bloomed across her pale skin like toxic flowers, and her beautiful face, once the envy of Heaven, had swollen almost beyond recognition.

"You know what happens to conquered generals in the mortal realm?" he asked conversationally, as if they were discussing philosophy rather than her total degradation. "They become trophies. Warnings to others who might resist."

From the battlefield, he collected several lances that had fallen from the hands of slain angelic warriors. The weapons still bore the sacred flags of Heaven, though the once-pristine fabric was now stained with blood and filth. Each lance had been crafted from divine silver, meant to channel angelic power against the forces of darkness. Now they would serve a very different purpose.

"Perfect," Carnifax murmured, returning to where Seraphina lay.

With methodical cruelty, he positioned her against the largest remaining fragment of the gate, dragging her limp body across the broken pearl. The shard stood nearly upright, a jagged remnant of what had once been Heaven's perfect boundary. Its broken surface was stained with blood, both angelic red and demonic black.

Carnifax spread Seraphina's legs wide, exposing her ruined pussy to the invading horde. The demon seed he had pumped into her continued to leak out, mixed with her own blood, creating an obscene display of her violation. Her arms he stretched out to either side, cruciform, in a mockery of divine supplication.

The first lance he drove through her right palm, impaling it against the pearly surface. Seraphina's scream was barely audible through her destroyed throat, but her body convulsed with fresh agony. The divine weapon that had been created to protect Heaven pierced her flesh with terrible efficiency, the silver shaft sliding through muscle and bone before embedding itself in the gate behind her.

The sacred flag attached to the lance fluttered weakly in the corrupted breeze, its holy symbols now part of her degradation. Once, these banners had been carried proudly into battle, symbols of Heaven's might and Lumina's glory. Now they marked Seraphina's total defeat, her transformation from general to trophy.

The second lance pierced her left palm, crucifying her to the gate. This time, Seraphina couldn't even summon a scream. Her mouth opened in a silent rictus of agony, her body arching against the unyielding surface behind her. More blood flowed, adding to the growing pool beneath her.

Carnifax stepped back to admire his handiwork. Seraphina hung suspended by her impaled hands, her body sagging as her legs struggled to support her weight. The effect wasn't quite what he wanted — her posture still allowed her some dignity, some control over her exposure. "No, that won't do at all," he mused, selecting two more lances from the pile.

These he positioned at her ankles, angling them to spread her legs even wider when driven home. With deliberate precision, he hammered the first lance through her right ankle, pinning it to the gate in a grotesquely splayed position. The second followed, securing her left ankle and completing her obscene display.

Now she hung crucified and spread-eagled, every intimate part of her exposed to the passing demons. Her weight pulled against the lances piercing her hands, tearing the wounds wider with each small movement. Blood flowed freely from all four penetration points, adding to the macabre tableau.

More lances followed, driven through her thighs to further secure her position and emphasize her exposure. Each new wound sent waves of agony through her, but she no longer had the strength to scream properly. The sounds that escaped her broken jaw were more animal than angelic: wet, gurgling noises that bore no resemblance to her once-beautiful voice. She fought feelings of surrender clawing at her mind: She was not just a broken body but a spirit fraying under unrelenting torment as Carnifax toyed mercilessly with what remained.

"And now for the finishing touches," Carnifax declared, gathering her severed wings.

One by one, he impaled them on separate lances, mounting them alongside her crucified body like grotesque decorations. The once-magnificent appendages, now dull and lifeless, framed her broken form in a macabre display of Heaven's defeat. He positioned them to mimic flight, an eternal reminder of what she had lost.

The dragon-demon circled his creation, admiring the display he had made of her. Finally, he took her flaming sword, the divine weapon that had slain countless demons throughout the ages. The fire that once engulfed its blade had dimmed to almost nothing, responding to its wielder's fallen state. Still, it remained a powerful symbol of angelic might, a weapon that had been feared by the forces of Hell since time immemorial.

With a single, brutal thrust, he drove the blade of her divine sword deep into her ass, the hilt protruding outward like an obscene handle. The sacred weapon that had once severed demon limbs now violated its wielder, tearing through delicate tissue never meant to accommodate such an intrusion. The blade's razor edge sliced through her insides, carving a path of agony up into her body.

"AAARRRGHHH!" The sound that tore from Seraphina's broken jaw wasn't even a scream anymore: It was closer to a death rattle of a mortally wounded animal. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot and wide with shock as her back arched against the gate, every muscle seizing in response to this new violation.

The sword's remaining divine energy reacted violently with the demon seed still inside her, creating a burning agony that spread through her lower body like liquid fire. Her insides felt like they were dissolving, melting away as opposing forces waged war within her very cells. Steam actually rose from her violated opening, hissing as it escaped around the embedded blade, carrying the stench of burning angelic flesh and corrupted divinity.

Seraphina’s scream ran out when her air did. Her mouth worked silently, dislocated jaw hanging at an unnatural angle as fresh blood bubbled between her lips. The sword shifted slightly with each involuntary spasm of her body, its edge slicing new channels of agony through her insides. She could feel it inside her, a foreign presence that didn't belong but was there regardless, burning and cutting and violating.

The blade's divine silver, still faintly glowing despite its corruption, rejected the demonic essence that had been pumped into her. The conflicting energies created a reaction that felt like acid eating through her organs, dissolving her from the inside out. Each tiny movement—even the shallow, desperate breaths she managed to draw—shifted the blade fractionally, bringing fresh waves of agony as its edge found new tissue to slice. If she had been any less divine, any less perfect, she’d have died already. Instead, the strength of the Archangel’s body kept her alive and intact in her violation.

"Perfect," Carnifax declared, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "A fitting monument to Heaven's fall."

He turned to the demon soldiers now streaming through the shattered gate, gesturing toward the crucified archangel. "Behold the mighty Seraphina, Heaven's greatest general!" he announced, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "She awaits your pleasure, my warriors. Every demon who passes these gates should stop to rape her... for that is all she deserves now."

The demons roared their approval, many already stroking their engorged members in anticipation. They had fought against Seraphina's forces, had lost countless numbers to her flaming sword and tactical brilliance. The opportunity to violate the architect of so many demonic defeats was more than mere carnal pleasure — it was vengeance, vindication, the ultimate proof of Hell's ascendancy.

Carnifax stepped aside as the first of the soldier demons approached, its grotesque form barely humanoid. The creature had multiple arms ending in clawed hands, and skin like blackened leather stretched too tight over misshapen bones. Its face was a nightmare of asymmetrical features, with too many eyes and a mouth filled with needle-like teeth.

It positioned itself between Seraphina's spread legs, its barbed cock already dripping with anticipation. The member was ridged with bony protrusions designed to tear and shred the inside of its victims: a weapon as much as an organ of reproduction.

"Your paradise falls," Carnifax growled, leaning close to Seraphina's ear as the demon soldier thrust into her brutalized body. "And you will live to witness every moment of its desecration. Long after Heaven has been transformed into Hell's pleasure garden, after Lumina has become Malakai's whore, after every memory of Paradise has been corrupted and twisted, you will still remain and watch.”

The demon's entry drew a weak, bubbling cry from Seraphina's ruined throat. After Carnifax's massive member, the soldier's cock seemed small but it still found new ways to torment her already devastated flesh. Each thrust tore fresh wounds inside her or moved the sword, the barbs catching and ripping delicate tissue designed for pleasure, not torture.

Black ichor leaked from the creature's member, burning her wherever it touched, adding chemical agony to the physical violation. The demon moved with jerky, violent motions, caring nothing for rhythm or technique or anything else but its own gratification and her suffering.

Through swollen eyes, Seraphina watched helplessly as the demon hordes streamed past her toward the heart of Lumina's divine realm, their path of destruction unrelenting. Smoke drifted between the sacred architecture of Heaven as gardens of divine beauty were trampled and befouled, their eternal blooms withering under the touch of corruption.

Meanwhile, the demon between her legs finished with a gurgling cry, pumping its tainted seed into her already defiled womb. It withdrew, its barbed cock tearing more of her insides on the way out, leaving fresh rivulets of blood flowing down her thighs.

Another immediately took its place, this one with a forked member that penetrated her pussy with two shafts at once. It hurt, but Seraphina barely registered it. Her focus had shifted to a figure moving with dark majesty through the ranks of the twisted invaders.

Malakai.

The Fallen Prince glided rather than walked, his black wings leaving trails of shadow in the air behind him. Once the most beautiful of all angels, his corruption had transformed him into something both terrible and alluring. His perfect features remained, but now they held a cruelty that twisted beauty into something obscene. His eyes burned with hellfire, yet retained traces of their former celestial light — a reminder of what he had once been.

The other demons parted before him, even the largest and most savage, bowing their heads in deference. Carnifax himself inclined his massive head as Malakai passed, a gesture of respect that the dragon-demon had shown to no other.

Seraphina's breath choked in her broken throat as she watched the Fallen Prince move with unhurried confidence toward the inner sanctum. He didn't even glance in her direction: She was beneath his notice, a broken toy that no longer held any interest. There was only one thing that monster wanted.

He wanted to claim Lumina. Her goddess. The creator of all things. The source of everything she held sacred. The radiant love Lumina bore for all creation would only make the violation sweeter for a creature like him. The thought of Malakai's hands touching her creator’s perfect form sent waves of nausea through Seraphina's already tortured body.

The demon currently violating her finished and was replaced by another, this one with a member so cold it burned like ice where it entered her. Regret filled her with suffocating intensity. They had gambled everything to fight back the tide, and now it was all for nothing. The walls of Heaven crumbled. Its defenders lay broken and raped. The screams of the innocent reached a terrible crescendo of anguish in the distance.

She watched helplessly as Malakai moved beyond the ruined gates, stepping over the lifeless bodies of her sisters, the glow of Lumina's palace burning like a beacon in the background. Her vision blurred with pain and tears, but she could still see Malakai's dreadful form as he strode toward the brilliant spires without pausing.

The other demons howled in manic frenzy, rushing past to join their leader in defiling the final bastion of sacred light. Some stopped briefly to take their turn with Seraphina, using her body with casual brutality before continuing toward the greater prize that awaited.

Her mind reeled from the horror. How long would it take for them to reach the goddess? How long until Lumina's beautiful screams joined the cacophony of suffering? Until Malakai's corruption tainted even the pureness of creation itself?

Blood filled her throat as she tried to scream, the sound pitiful and gurgling. She was powerless to stop him. Powerless to save Heaven. Useless to her Goddess.

"After I have shattered your home," Carnifax continued, his voice almost gentle in its menace, "I will keep you forever as mine. My eternal trophy. My conquered general."

The demon soldier using her body finished with a grunt, pumping its corrupted seed into her womb before stepping aside for the next in line. Another immediately took its place, and then another, an endless procession of violation that Seraphina knew would never end.

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The End of Act I

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