Bringing down the house

Feeling the heat and rage rise in me as I heard the screams of the other officers that were injured. Madison, now looking at her dead Godfather in front of her, started to cry. She couldn't process what was happening and fell to her knees, reaching out for him; the only thing I could hear were the small no's she started forming with her mouth.

I felt every muscle in me go tense. Someone would die for this. Some killed my friend but had just traumatized my girl. Just as I strode towards the massive hole in the wall, looking to enact brutal **** on whoever caused this issue, a half dozen creatures and soldiers burst through the hole that was made in the wall by the explosion.

I grabbed the first soldier, my hand crushing his collarbone and shoulder blade. As soon as my hand felt the crunch, I continued my arms path downward, flinging him straight into the ground with another sickening crack as he hit the floor. 

I came face to face with one of the creatures. It's lower half goat-like, its upper half red, with charcoal-colored plating. It's head a twisted cross between man and bull with horns and a tongue of a snake, fangs ready to strike. I was so distracted by the appearance that I missed the forearm-sized half-moon sickle that cut into my side.

Grunting in pain, I grabbed the bull by the horns, ripping both from their perch atop its head. A guttural scream came from the creature as I reversed the direction of those horns right through its eye sockets with a loud crunch. The creature went limp, falling to the floor.

I pulled the sickle free of my side in shock; not only did it hurt, but it cut through my skin, thankfully not far enough to hit a vital organ, but I also want healing either. Bleeding, I moved towards more of the beasts. By this time, most of the room had realized we were being attacked. Those not injured or dead from the blast had grabbed weapons and tried to fight back.

While the soldiers were able to be taken out physically by conventional 7 demon creatures, they seemed resistant to conventional weapons like guns and knives. I tried to focus on them using my strength and the sickle that was stuck in me to cleave arms and heads from bodies. I had to aim for gaps in the armor as the charcoal-like substance was strong enough to deflect the sickle or fist.

My adrenaline was still pumping; I was losing quite a bit of blood. And there were too many of them. I started to sustain more injuries; my strength started to wain; just when I thought I was going to fall to these creatures, something unexpected happened. 

Another explosion, but this time of light. Blinding white light cut through the dust and caused the creatures to reel back in pain. I saw figures moving in the light, silver armor gleaming, swords were being swung, and creatures were dying. I was having a hard time believing what I was seeing, more so after I thought I saw wings mixed in the melee. 

After a few minutes of this, the attacking creatures and soldiers were either dead, dying, or had fled the location. I was kneeling, trying to **** myself to stand. Jen was by my side. She helped me to stand. I looked at her, tears in her eyes. I tried to comfort her and tell her I was ok, but she was avoiding my gaze. I lifted her head up and saw that she wasn't crying out of worry for me. 

"They took Mckenzie and Madison." She said, "We tried to stop them, but they were too strong! I am so sorry, Matt." She started crying again. 

I had been so busy in my rage that I hadn't even thought about the fact that this might not have been a trap set to get me, but to get leverage over me. I felt helpless and defeated. My wounds were still bleeding, too, although not as badly as before. 

I walked to the group of armored interlopers to see if I could find out what the hell was going on. The group of 4 turned towards me as I approached. As I got closer, I realized that they were all female. 

"Who are you? What is going on? Why were we attacked, and what were those things?" I asked in rapid succession. 

"Matt Cole, we are Celestials; my name is Kamaria; you were attacked by the forces of hell, specifically the elite guard of Apollyon. We have been watching you since your first encounter with the cult of Apollyon. You do not know it, but we have been aiding you as well. When Apollyon's forces were discovered to have entered this plane of existence, we had **** but to intervene." Kamaria finished.

"Kamaria I am interested in one thing right now: my two companions, Mckenzie and Madison, have been taken by these elite guards. They are the only thing important to me. Can you help me get them back?" I asked desperately. 

"I know that these two mean much to you, Matt Cole, but we need to have a plan, and we need to prepare you for what you will face when we go to rescue them; otherwise, you will fail and they will be lost forever." Kamaria said with a serious look on her face. 

"You promise me that by taking this time, my girls won't be worse off than if I left now to get them." I said back fiercely. 

"Considering you would never survive, and you are the only one who has the power to defeat Apollyon, the answer to that is yes." Kamaria said.

After this exchange, I told the Celestials that I needed to help my team that had been attacked and brief them on what the new plan was now that Captain Geomonty was dead. Thankfully, Murphy was available and connected to talk to people that needed to be notified, and that could smooth things over tight in the hotel until we were ready to put our counter strike into play. 

After a couple of hours, our law enforcement guys were taken care of and resting. Geomonty's body was taken to be cremated per his wishes, and the girls and I went back to our room with the Celestials. 

"Alright Kamaria, I have questions, but I would like to know more about who the Celestials are, where you came from, and how you came to start watching  me." I said.

"As you wish, Matt Cole, we celestials come from another plane of existence, one that your kind has called heaven at least for the last 2000 years or so. When we have had to intervene in the past, we have been called angels, fairies, ghosts, spirits, and more. We have been at war with another realm, the one with which you do battle with you currently, for longer than you have existed as humans. When we discovered your realm and the possibility of our planes coming into contact with yours, there was an agreement to not interfere with your realm from both sides, but as your realm has advanced, the hellscape has tried to influence and control your kind to get a foothold in this realm. When this happens, we are bound to remove them so that balance can be restored. This has happened over hundreds to thousands of years, so these times account for our interactions with your species and the corresponding myths and legends about us. As far as when we specifically started to watch you, it was about the time that you had first used your powers accidentally on your mate. We realized that Apollyon and his cult here in your realm were trying to create another halfbreed chosen one to allow Apollyon." Kamaria explained.

"Ok, that explains a lot...you said that you helped me before; I have never seen you, so how did you help me?" I asked.

"One of the ways both sides are able to influence this realm is through human sexuality. When your kind climaxes, you actually touch our plane of existence; in some humans, this is more prevalent than others. When you gained your powers of influence, your mates were able to touch our world stronger than others. When we realized that you were not going to join Apollyon but resist him, we were able to introduce false documents that explained that you would gain the superhuman powers of strength, durability, speed, and healing. These were in fact introduced by our realm; we were able to funnel your mates and your orgasmic energy back into your vessel instead of dissipating into our plane. This allowed you to gain these abilities and why they have been linked to your harem." Kamaria said.

"Wow, well, you are right, these powers have helped me immensely." I said. "That answers most of my questions. Should we start talking about the plan to get my girls back and to defeat the COA and Apollyon?" I asked. 

"Yes, there are a few matters that have to be taken care of; first are your wounds. The reason you are not healing is because the Sickles that the elite guards use have cursed energy flowing through them; it is able to nullify the energy that you use to heal. In order to heal you, one of us celestials needs to join with you. To make sure that you are able to survive the upcoming battle, you will need to join with each of us. The four celestials connected to you will allow our kind in our realm to harness additional paths of sexual energy to your vessel to overpower the cursed energy." Kamaria finished.

"Wait, so you want me to have sex with all of you?" I asked incredulously. "I don't even know the rest of your names..." I half mumbled. 

"Yes, Matt Cole, it is necessary to heal your wounds and allow you to heal from them in the future without a celestial. As far as our names, you already know mine. This is Estelle, Amalthea, and my mate Bianca." She finished introducing me to all her companions. "Who do you wish to couple with first?" 

I swallowed, looking at these tall statuesque warriors in gleaming armor. They all looked like a cross between a supermodel and wonderwoman. I decided that since I had only talked to Kamaria and she's in charge, I might as well start with her. 

"Kamaria I think since I know you best, it would be easier to start with you. Is that ok?" I asked.

"Yes, Matt Cole, let us couple and begin the journey to you recovering your mates." She finished

"One request, Kamaria and the rest of you: if we are going to be intimate, you can just call me Matt." He said, smiling.

"As you wish, Matt, let us go now."