Angels' Dismemberment
In a landscape of pristine white trees and earth stretched two discordant splotches of color. Like fresh paint carelessly spilled across a blank sketchbook, vivid crimson smeared wildly across the ground. And amid that paint, limbs—arms and legs—neatly gathered together. A single woman gazed upon it all.
"Lady Michaela!"
At the call, the woman turned. An angel knelt before her.
"Have you checked?"
"Well... There were no reactions from gates or monster humans."
"I see."
With those words, a silence fell so profound not even the wind stirred. As Michaela turned back, the kneeling angel exhaled sharply. The angel stared at the figure before her.
Archangel Michaela. Shoulder-length bob of flawless golden blond, untouched by any hue. A perfect figure evident even from behind. Wings twice as grand as any other angel's. Armor of gold and blue that inspired faith at a glance. And crowning it all, a halo gleaming gold, adorned with a cross and tiny wings—unmistakably holy. Yet now, her face twisted in an expression none had ever seen, frowning as she stared ahead.
A missing angel. She had gone on patrol, then lost contact and failed to return. Angels occasionally indulged in brief escapades, so no one worried at first. But this one was due back that very day. Two days passed without her. Only then did alarm spread; the angels began searching. And they found this atrocity.
Bloodstains fanned wide across snow-white eyes. Limbs arranged meticulously, as if on display, embedded in the earth. The death of angels.
She couldn't deny it outright. Gates, monsters, monster humans. The world was going mad. To protect it, angels died. But this? Unprecedented.
Undoubtedly a monster human's doing. Monsters might possess intelligence, but not enough to sever and arrange limbs like this. This was blatant provocation, left deliberately. The lack of detection likely meant the perpetrator's ability interfered with scans. Michaela surely knew that too. Perhaps she could unravel the space itself and identify the killer.
"I have no idea."
"...!?"
The embracing tone they all knew was gone, replaced by irritation and rage. Could there truly be mana or magic beyond even Michaela's grasp?
"Brunhild."
"Yes!"
At her call, Brunhild rose from her kneel.
"From now on, all operations in groups of three. If you encounter a suspected perpetrator—a monster human—flee immediately and report."
"Understood."
As Brunhild vanished, Michaela let the tension drain from her face, the composure she'd strained to maintain crumbling.
"Which bastard dares toy with our angels like this?"
Her expression was utterly un-angelic as she drew a cigar from her bosom. Mana sliced the tip clean, igniting it into flame. She twirled it patiently until it warmed, then placed it to her lips.
An angel with wings and halo, puffing a cigar—it was jarringly incongruous.
*Suuuup...*
She inhaled deeply, lighting the cigar. *Fuuuuh...* Exhaling slowly, she pondered.
How strong must it be to erase traces so thoroughly? The space felt excised from time itself, hollowed out. Even the authority bestowed directly by Lady Einsl yielded nothing.
"Annoying. *Huuuup...*"
The smoke filled her mouth smoothly, thick and dark, staining her pristine lungs black.
"Haa..."
As it escaped, it left smoky scars—but soon a glow erased them, restoring purity.
After some time, cigar between her lips, she clapped. Her mana gently lifted the angel's severed limbs, sealing them.
"Please come back alive."
Even severed, no full corpse had been found. Desperate, yes—but who knew? If she lived, if she returned... these limbs could be reattached.
*Squish.* Big tits like Yuuna's were great, but small ones had their own addictive feel. And double the fun.
*Squish squish squish.*
In my arms slept the magical girl Ai and hunter Ji-ae. Wait, thinking about it—they weren't magical girls or hunters anymore. What to call them now? Eh, whatever.
"Mmm..."
Perhaps from the pleasure on her bare chest, naked Ji-ae wriggled closer, rubbing against me.
These two always amazed me. How did such tiny frames yield such perfect proportions? A solo photo, and no one would guess 150cm. Walking beside me, they'd pass for father and daughter.
The thrill when Ai and Ji-ae entered in their school swimsuits. No hesitation—I scooped them up, tossed them on the bed. Next thing I knew, this.
*Squish squish squish.*
Teasing their hardening nipples with a twist drew twin moans into my ear.
"Haah..."
"Hyut..."
*Squish squish squish.*
Their soft whimpers cut to silence. Glancing aside, Ai and Ji-ae were awake, staring.
"You two up?"
"How could we not wake up with this?!"
"Exactly."
I lifted my groping hands to pet their heads; like Sakura, they purred happily, pressing tighter. Any more, and it'd be round two. I sat up.
"Leaving already, Yong-jin?"
"Yeah. Lots to do."
They stirred groggily, fatigue lingering—I eased them back down and left.
*Knock knock.*
"Yeees~"
*Creak.*
"Master!"
Inside, Chae-yeon was doing makeup. Catching my gaze through her sultry lingerie, she set it aside, cupping her breasts with a bewitching smile.
Must hold back. Work to do.
Eyes shut, self-hypnosis. Opened to Chae-yeon stripped bare, hands veiling her privates, lingerie in her mouth.
Why were kids these days like this? So damn tempting. Gritting teeth, I made my request: black particles.
Why hers, not mine? Black particles adapted too readily, fusing with the host's ability, evolving to enhance it. Hers would amplify her power.
She grinned, hand to belly. It glowed, swelling.
"Heehee..."
Her womb-cover ballooned. No doubt packed with black particles.
"Gotta take 'em out that way, right? Hehe..."
"Whoa..."
*Schlick.*
Already prepped, she lay back, legs spread, parting her dripping folds. Her pussy winked hungrily for my cock.
"Screw it."
Holding back now? Not a man. World ending? Still fucking this pussy first.
"Kyaa~"
"This is so inconvenient."
"Right~?"
Two angels chatted idly on patrol. A third trailed behind.
"Don't complain. It's for our safety."
"Still, three-person teams killed all our days off~ Guarantee rest passes!"
The whiner stretched arms skyward mid-stride.
*Pop!*
"Huh?"
The angels beside and behind lost vision. Liquid splashed their eyes, forcing them shut. Not just eyes—warm fluid bathed their faces in the chill air.
*Thud.*
Something collapsed. Wiping eyes frantically, they blinked open.
"Saya?"
"Kyaaaaack!!!"
Before them, headless Saya's torso spurted blood in pulses from her neck.
"Dead, and the halo vanishes. Thought it'd linger a bit."
A man's voice from above her head. They couldn't look up. One twitch, and they'd end like trembling, bleeding Saya on the ground.
Thus, three more angels vanished in Russia.
This atrocity was worse than the last. A headless angel. Unmistakably a corpse. Michaela, before the sight none should witness, drew and lit her cigar openly before her angels.
Small mercy: no bodies of the two patrolling with her. Blood trails cut off awkwardly—clearly, they were present at her death. Their absence meant kidnapping, like the last.
What scheme demanded killing and abducting angels? No gauging it.