Jesus descends, radiant and resolute, his armor gleaming with holy light. Behind him, legions of angels unfurl their wings, a tidal wave of celestial power. They survey the devastation, their faces etched with disbelief and sorrow.
"We are too late. Not a soul remains,"
Baphomet[/@ch_3] emerges. Smoke coils around him, and the ground shudders beneath his hooved feet. His eyes burn with malevolent intelligence, a wicked grin splitting his face.]
"Welcome, saviors. You have walked straight into my snare,"
Jesus steps forward, his grip tightening on his staff. The angels ready their swords, halos flickering with anticipation, as an unnatural silence falls.
Baphomet[/@ch_3] surges forward, a tempest of darkness unleashed. The air cracks as he sweeps through the angelic hosts, their radiant forms snuffed out like candles. Ash and feathers spiral through the gloom, the sound of wings fading to nothing.]
"Your armies are dust. Now, only you remain, Son of God,"
Jesus stands alone, defiant yet shaken, the ruins echoing with the absence of hope.
Baphomet[/@ch_3] lunges, delivering a brutal kick to Jesus's head, sending him crashing into the rubble. The world seems to hold its breath as Jesus struggles to rise, his divine strength tested.]
"Even your Father cannot save you now,"
Suddenly, the heavens roar as God descends, his presence warping the air, light cascading from his form.
Baphomet[/@ch_3] plants his foot on Jesus's chest, laughing in the face of divinity. The ruins tremble under his mocking voice, darkness swirling around his horns.]
"Witness your child’s end, Creator,"
He tramples Jesus, the glow of heaven flickering and dying. God roars, his fury shaking the very earth, but finds himself unable to move.
God[/@ch_4] charges Baphomet, their clash splitting the sky with thunder. Divine energy collides with infernal might, but Baphomet's blows land with relentless precision. God falters, collapsing beneath the weight of the adversary.]
"All gods fall, and you will end beneath my heel,"
Baphomet tramples the Creator, his laughter echoing across the barren world. He plants his foot upon God's face, the last light in the sky snuffed out as he smiles in triumph.
