Chapter 12

Hunting angels became more difficult. I almost got "killed" once. They don't know yet that their weapons don't work on me. It went like this. I took off the cloak again and just waited for them to find me.

I waited, and five of them showed up. The problem is not the number, but that I can not kill them immediately. And began a merry-go-round, they constantly tried to surround me, I did not understand the meaning of this maneuver, as teleportation did not go anywhere. Maybe they wanted to take them alive like I did. So we jumped around each other. A couple of the angels got some fancy cuts, but that's all. Time to apply the rest of the superpowers.

I was in the midst of a new attempt to surround me, and I applied a telekinesis blow to the area, not a small amount of force, the feathered ones were scattered just like that. Without wasting any time, I move toward one of them. I was in the hands of a new vial of grace.

I didn't have time to finish him off.

The others came to their senses and interfered. But this one was no longer a fighter. I had to do the exchange, because I couldn't do the telekinesis trick a second time.

I allowed myself to be stabbed in the arm, and managed to seriously wound one and lightly graze the other. Another drawback is that it's not as easy to heal from a blade wound as it was from a stone-cracked head, like the very first angel I killed.

A new telekinesis strike and nothing, but they were distracted to keep themselves in place, I didn't need more than that. A moment and my victim was a wounded man. The result is two out of five down. Three to go.

- Rigescunt indutae. - I shouted the key phrase, and one of the warriors of God stood motionless. I move toward him and both his legs are pierced with blades. And I move again. Now two on one.

The angels looked at each other, and one of them flew away. Badly, he ran for help. Enough is enough.

I use all the power of my telekinesis to lift the last one off the ground and hold it ala Sith. It would have been a lot easier just to throw him somewhere. It's not a small difference between pushing a person or picking them up and holding them while they're actively resisting. I have the same situation.

I quickly deprive the feathered one of grace and then of life, and the same with the wounded.

I was in the midst of a sudden shudder, and an intolerable white light began to flood my surroundings. Judging by the indirect visual signs, an archangel had appeared for me. There was only one thing left for me to do. I had no choice but to act.

- Fuck you, you feathery prick. - middle finger to the rest. And get the fuck out of here. Straight to hell, they won't go in there.

I'll put on a disguise and go out with Pamela. She's hot.

After getting some much-needed rest, I began my "pumping" with renewed vigor.

The absorption of four angelic souls brightened my dark soul, and their grace made me as white as the first snow.

I spent the next month practicing illusions, until I was torn from this undoubtedly important and necessary activity by a red-eyed Englishman.

And he came with good news, namely, the place where Dagon lived. For which he got the whole left leg, I was in a good mood and I was immensely generous. That's what I told the asshole.

There was bad news, the reaper's sickle is sealed with death. So I wasn't going to get the all-killing crap. He gave me a hard time, but he didn't take my leg, so fuck it.

At the moment, Dagon was living in Japan. He didn't tell me what she was doing there, and I don't really care. I have nothing to kill her with, and I don't want to, just in case I can't eat such a powerful demon, which would be very sad. If you need a safety net, then...

- Gabriel the winged runt, get your ass over here. - I prayed from the bottom of my heart.

- What do you want? - He showed up in all his Arkhangelsk glory.

- For starters, cover your junk. - Let me see that. - A crazy world where there's a perverted exhibitionist archangel, you can kill Death, and every third cannibal monster is basically a whole God. - I muttered in a low voice.

- Hey, take it easy, my body is my temple, I literally live in it and it is beautiful, that is me. What were you calling for? As you can see, I've been a little busy.

- I want to eat Dagon, will you help me? - I didn't want to pursue the previous theme.

- You'll choke on it.

- That may well be, but that's my problem.

- But if she recognizes me, that's my problem.

- If I can't eat her, you can kill her. Voila, problem solved. In fact, Asmodeus and Ramiel are next.

- Fuck it, where are we going?

- Follow me. - And we're off to the Dagon site.

I've got a tough fight ahead of me. This time I've decided to give up my knowledge and memories. It's a shame, of course, but I want to live more. The Princes of Hell are too old and strong, so it's better not to risk it.

After moving we found ourselves near a large office building. Let's see, the address is exact, so this is going to be harder than I thought. In the middle of a multimillion-dollar city, you can't get too far apart. But you probably won't have to.

- Hold on to her for a few seconds as we go in. - Asked Gabriel.

We were just going up to the top floor. No one interrupted us and we quietly entered the spacious office. At the head of a huge table sat a woman, or rather a demon.

- What is it that Loki himself and, apparently, Adam, nicknamed Godkiller, came to see me about? - she asked calmly.

- Hmm, you got your finger on the pulse, Dagon? - Loki asked with a smile. - This is the guy who came to kill you. - Gave me up, asshole.

- As far as I know my little brother's got the Colt, what are you, an archangel boy? - I got a hint of a smile from that self-righteous bitch...

It's probably a soreness in all powerful beings. And I already have similar symptoms.

- I don't.

- I do! - Gabriel shouted happily. His eyes lit up. - I've got it.

I did not pull the cat by the balls. I left my cozy and familiar body, and settled down in Dagon's body. Yes, it was a bit cramped. Unlike the usual battle, where, if I failed, I could get away. Now we're not letting go of each other. I guess our fight must have looked pretty weird from the outside.

Instead of a fight between a tall, young, smart, good-looking guy and a little narrow-eyed yellow-eyed girl, where evil wins over the more evil one. It turned out to be bullshit as me in the shape of a big ball of fire covered in silver-white mist, against a black long worm.

I increased the concentration of mist around me to catch Dagon by the tail. Which turned out to be easy enough; the self-righteous demonette still didn't consider me dangerous, just an annoying nuisance. That was her final mistake.

A jerk and I pulled her to the center of my essence, at the same time I twisted myself around the axis.

Yes, they wouldn't believe it-I wrapped the Prince of Hell around me.

A flash of bright angelic light from my very soul. And Dagon tries to escape, but I held her tight. Resisting the bitch, I can understand her, everyone wants to live.

But more to me, a new flash, brighter and stronger, and the demon in the form of mist is writhing in agony.

I began to slowly absorb it, but it succumbed too reluctantly. I flashed and absorbed, but I couldn't hurry. The images from Dagon's life appeared, but I completely shut them out. They would rather burn in the angel's fire than flood my consciousness, and I would lose myself completely.

I thought that I had won the final victory, but in one of the gaps between the flashes, she answered. The core of my soul, the ball on which I had foolishly wrapped the demon, cracked, and it hurt terribly. I thought I'd run away, but there was no second blow. I was not just "blinking" at the light, but holding on to the last one.

When I came to myself after a complete absorption of Dagon. At first I thought I hadn't come to my senses yet. And what should be the reaction of a normal person ... me to the situation when all around and you yourself are drawn in anime style? And judging by my heroic sixth size chest, I woke up for nothing. I couldn't suppress a heavy sigh this time.