Corrupting the church, assaulting the parishioners, and thoroughly degrading the pastor all satisfied the deep, cruel part of Ty's heart. Watching said pastor pathetically trail behind the hellish stallion, tripping over himself and jogging to stay behind him, was even more satisfying. Ty lifted his attention up and gazed at the horizon, admiring the red streaks across the sky and the black clouds that swarmed above. This was truly an apocalypse. The apocalypse.
Ty was growing more and more content with his decision. He'd couldn't imagine a better change in the world than this, after all.
But it was time to turn his attention elsewhere. He had to protect his new revolution, and there was only one place that could stand up to the might of the legions of hell.
Ty tightened the grip of his thighs around the stallion's torso, holding himself with only the strength in his legs as he lifted both hands from the monster's neck. He raised both hands in the air and summoned the hellish ability within him. In seconds, raw power flooded through his body. His muscles tensed and a shudder wracked his body, but soon, the tension was replaced with absolute sinful ecstasy. Ty's cock surged to life, hardening immediately and pressing against his stallion's spine, his heavy balls resting on the hellish horse's coat. Precum beaded at the tip of his shaft as another shudder ran through his body.
After some time of channeling this power through him, Ty came to feel sufficiently prepared, and released. Darkness flooded around him, and a feeling of weightlessness enveloped him. He continued to feel the stallion beneath him, but aside from that, his senses were completely blocked off.
Then, pure, blinding, radiant light enveloped him. Ty winced and covered his eyes as he took some time to adjust to the brilliance of it all.
He came to see Heaven. Quite the stereotypical depiction, actually; looks like those old religious artists and writers had most of it right. It was a city upon the clouds. Clear blue skies stood overhead. Columns of white stone, huge arches, fantastic fountains, everything gold-inlaid...
Ty himself, however, actually stood outside of the city. A huge wall of gorgeous white marble, carved and painted with art in the classical style, stood before him. A massive gate stood in the center, closed shut, and seemed to glow with a brilliant radiance.
A legion of angels stood outside the gate, lined up together in an approximation of the ancient Greek battle tactics. They each bore huge golden shields and wielded huge spears with gem-inlaid shafts and finely-carved spearheads. The angels themselves were all almost identical: all fairly handsome men, every one lean, tall, and defined. They all wore simple classical armor, ranging from silver to copper to gold.
A captain stood behind the line with a plumed golden helmet resting atop his head. He wielded no shield and few weapons, just a shortsword sheathed at his hip. "Halt, demon!" He called, raising one hand as if to try to smite Ty with the gesture. "You stand before Hanael, lieutenant of Gabriel, and servant of the Father. You will step no further into this holy land." The angel's brow suddenly furrowed, and his hand fell quickly to the blade at his hip. "Wait...have you brought a human to Heaven?"
Ty had actually forgotten about his new slave. He glanced behind him curiously. The pastor had fallen to his knees, but seemed mostly well. The collar continued to bind his throat, and the chains still linked him to the demonic stallion at a short distance. Ty didn't have great line of sight on it, but from what he could tell, the wooden cross slipped from his slave's ass at some point along the journey. A shame.
"Ah, yes. He's my newest slave." Ty returned his attention to the angel- Hanael, he supposed- and broke out into a cruel, cocky smirk. "See, he used to be a priest, believe it or not. But with a little help, he's found his new passion in life." Ty brought two fingers to his lips and let out a long, piercing whistle. "Come forth, slave. My steed requires your attention."
The pastor didn't even resist anymore. Perhaps the spiked collar he wore was more powerful than Ty had originally realized, and had begun to seep Ty's control into his mind. Regardless, the pastor obediently dropped to his knees and crawled beneath the stallion's belly. Ty peered over to take a curious look. The pastor-turned-slave pressed his face against the demonic sheath, using his hands to stroke and squeeze the massive, heavy balls. The stallion let out a heavy whinny and stomped a hoof into the cloudy earth as his cock quickly emerged from its sheath, slapping against the pastor's cheek as it grew to its full size. It drooped heavily at first, but soon hardened to the density of steel. The pastor ran his tongue along the length eagerly before taking the huge flared head into his mouth.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Hanael called out. Beneath his helmet, Ty could see the angel's eyes flashing with lightly-contained fury. "You will not disgrace the Father or his servants in this holy place. You will be permitted to do this no longer! Legion!" At his last call, the line of angels locked shields and brandished their spears, all pointing at Ty and his steed. "Bring holy judgement upon this demon!"