Authors Note: Please take note that this chapter is the last in Gift of the Old, it is extremely plot heavy and the sex scenes are as extreme as my preferences allow. With that said, please tell me what you think of it, and don't forget to rate. Thank you very much.
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I had left Credo to his flashback, or whatever it was. My lust and powerful new urge to impregnate as many women as possible, causing me to run rampant through the neighbour hood. No one above the age of eighteen were safe, my pheromones penetrated the air, clouding all rational thought and leading them to me, where they were magically altered and fucked until they became moaning heaps of pregnant bodies. As for the males I implanted the suggestion of bringing more legal women back to me.
I trotted along the street in centaur form, carrying a heavily pregnant Madi on my back. She had practically soaked my fur in her juices, cumming everytime I did. I was also fucking another woman, my tentacles keeping her aloft as my cock penetrated deeper than any human ever could, it's head and shaft bulging obscenely from her normally taut stomach. I wasn't going anywhere in particular, I was just walking along, taking any woman of legal age I came across. I did a quick count in my head, and estimated that I had implanted more than thirty women with hundreds of demonic spawn. In fact they should be birthing them any minute now.
(Third Person)
Credo left the house in a frenzy. He needed to bring Lisa to her senses, otherwise she would end up like him, a servant to the demon king, with no memories of life before hand. He wouldn't let that happen, even if it killed him. Credo felt different now, as though something burned within him, something other than lust, and a need to murder or maim anything in sight. Was this love? He thought, knowing that he was also regaining some of his more angelic properties, such as his wings, which were currently the size of a chickens, but were growing rapidly. He stopped outside the house, sensing the coming of many demons.
He looked around, but there was nothing. It was silent, not even a bird chirped, nor did the wind blow through the trees. Suddenly a scream pierced the silence, coming from the house, specifically the living room. Running back in, he saw the women all spreading their legs and using their hands to caress their stomachs, and wildly rubbing their pussies. Credo looked at them, trying to figure out what was making them suddenly so active, when he noticed a slight movement from one's stomach. They were giving birth already.
He could not do anything but stand there. Watching as the women tried to birth the demons in the natural way, however they had no intention of letting their mother's live, no they tore through the flesh that imprisoned them, quickly making headway and soon ending their mothers. To see human life end in such a gruesome manner affected Credo far more than it should, and he realised that his angelic side was the one repulsed by it, after all Michael was an archangel who was cast down, for loving humans all too much. This hurt him far more than any blade could.
Shutting out his returned love of humanity, Credo began to destroy the twisted creations as they crawled from the torn remains of their mothers, using nothing but his demonic energy to disintegrate them. The demons resembled bats, yet they were all equipped with fangs almost as large as their bodies, with wings that spanned only a foot each. They had the legs of goats, with reptilian claws rather than hooves, their bodies were covered in a mixture of fur and scales, from which half a dozen tentacles waved about each. They were eliminated easily enough.
Leaving the house once again, Credo heard more screams, the same ones that preceded the birth of those vile demons. How will I get them all? He asked himself, to which his other half replied;
"Call on Erackiel; it will answer you now." Deciding that he had nothing to lose, Credo held out his hand and conjured the image of Erackiel in his mind, feeling a powerful warmth flow through his arm, gaining strength until it suddenly ceased, and there it was; Erackiel, except it wasn't. The sword from before had been corrupted by it's time laid dormant within Credo's soul, as such it's form now resembled something far more demonic.
What had been a simple broadsword had turned into a halberd-sword hybrid. The blade was pitch black and split in two like an axe, however the blades were one and a half metres long, twin blades protruded from the hilt, and the shaft was easily four and a half feet long. It's thickness was just right for his grip (It's beginning to sound a tad sexual isn't it?). Raising the transformed black sword to the sky, dark clouds gathering around his location, turning the once bright day as black as space. As he did so a saying from an old human television show sprung to his mind.
"IIIIII HAVE THE POWEEEEEEEERRRRR!!" He yelled. With that out of his system he looked around, seeing the demon spawn now crawling from their mothers' corpses. Counting, their numbers totalled little over two dozen. A simple wave of the massive weapon and they disintegrated.
(1st person)
I sensed it. The power of angels, mixed with a demons. I had no idea how I could recognise it, but I assumed that was my new instincts, granted to me by my demonic rebirth. Is that Credo? I thought and looked back, my tentacles now pulling the cumming female on and off my cock, effectively using her to masturbate. A sharp pain shot through me at that moment, it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, yet as soon as it began it ended.
"What was that?" I said aloud, panic racing through me. My children? He's slaughtering them. But why? They're demons; his brethren. The answer came to me instantly.
"That angelic power... It's Credos?" I stated in a questioning manner. What the fuck is going on?! I screamed in my mind, as a forced climax shot through me, impregnating the female. After that I left Madi with the woman and went to deal with this new threat.
