Note on the Angelic Form: In their astral, ethereal manifestation, angels are endowed with wings and halos. When they assume more corporeal form for combat, those appendages are absorbed into more human like anatomies. The Law of Conservation of Matter/Energy operates even at the astral plane, however, and that material is absorbed mainly in their generous bosoms.

Caught in a full nelson by her demonic opponent, the powerful Archangel Camilla stiffened her body, and struggled to her knees, dragging her foe with her, then with a mighty twist and forward lunge, she broke Asmodea's odious grip.

As Camilla twisted free, she back kicked the demoness in the belly.

In corporeal form, even eternal beings tire, and by now both foes were fatigued and badly battered. Neither rose, but faced each other on their knees. Camilla threw the first punch. Asmodea still dazed by the angel's hard kick, wearily blocked it. Too winded, to retaliate more forcefully, Asmodea sank her  long, yellow fangs into Camilla's breast.

Camilla desperately tore at Asmodea's head and ears to free her breast, but the demoness's clamped fangs gripped like a bulldog's. Asmodea repeatedly thumped her left fist into the angel's side and grabbed her between the thighs with her right hand.

It was hard for Camilla to know what was the worse, the razor sharp yellow fangs puncturing her pink nipple, or the equally sharp, black talons clawing at her angelic pussy.

With a twist of her right hand, Asmodea toppled Camilla over backward, but the maneuver cost her  her grip on the angel's breast.

Asmodea made the most of her remaining painful grip on Camilla's pussy, twisting and tearing gleefully at it.

Finally with a cry of pain, Camilla tore free from the diabolical grip. As she twisted and rolled away Asmodea scrambled after her and flung her leg over the Angel's neck, and a moment later clasped her legs in a tight neck scissors.

When Asmodea grabbed her fulsome breast and clawed it, Camilla had had enough! It was time to teach the demoness the Power of Righteousness!

Camilla angrily grabbed Asmodea by the ears and yanked her off the ground, right into a knee lift to the belly. Asmodea howled like a wounded beagle hound as the angel swung her through the air by her long sensitive ears.

The compassionate angel seeing her foes atrocious suffering took Asmodea's mind off her abused ears with a left uppercut that lifted the demoness off the ground.

Camilla's next punch, a right cross, knocked Asmodea sprawling, again.

From the corner of her eye, Asmodea saw Camilla hurtling through the air at her.

With a desperate, fearful lunge, Asmodea partially reached safety before Camilla crashed down on her. The Angel grasped the lower part of Asmodea's serpentine form, but her grip wasn't secure.

Struggling frantically with eel like flexibility, by a stroke of devilish luck, Asmodea eluded the Angel's grasp before Camilla could pin her firmly to the ground.

Asmodea leaped to her feet; she'd had enough of this struggle for now. She knew she could not defeat Camilla in this equal contest. "Besides," she told herself, "who can fight in this place, it just reeks of ecchh 'goodness'!" For her demonic kind, retreat was always the better part of valor. Pride and honor were unfamiliar concepts to the denizens of Hades.  Asmodea wheeled and cravenly fled.

Camilla instantly leaped to her feet and gave chase. Though the demoness's precipitous flight gave her a slight head start, fleet footed Camilla swiftly narrowed the lead.