Jesus stands calm, a soft glow radiating from his form, eyes full of compassion even in the face of looming dread. The Antichrist grins wickedly, his presence warping the air, eyes burning with malice. "You’ve come, knowing how this will end?" "Love can conquer even the darkest night," comes the gentle reply, steady as the dawn.

The Antichrist[/@ch_2] throws back his head, his skin crawling with unnatural energy. Fiery numbers—666—sear themselves into his brow, glowing with infernal light.] The ground trembles as The Antichrist begins to grow in stature, the mark on his face pulsing with demonic power. His laughter echoes, sending shivers through the heavens themselves. "Witness the mark of your undoing!" Jesus stands unmoved, though his hands curl with anticipation, the golden light around him intensifying.

The Antichrist[/@ch_2] lunges forward with unnatural speed, his form a blur of darkness and flame. The very air distorts as he delivers a savage kick, striking Jesus with overwhelming force.] Jesus staggers, the light around him flickering, but hope never leaves his eyes. Yet, the next blow is merciless. The Antichrist taunts, voice laced with venom. "Is this all the Son of God can muster? Fall, and let despair reign!" With a final, brutal strike, Jesus collapses, the radiance of his presence fading as silence falls upon the world.

God[/@ch_3], immense and terrible in majesty, steps down to the shattered earth.] Every inch of creation seems to tremble with rage and grief. God’s eyes blaze with a fury that bends the air, his form radiating pure, unyielding power. "You have gone too far, child of chaos. Face the wrath of the Almighty!"

The Antichrist[/@ch_2]’s laughter, his strength swelling until he dwarfs even the divine presence before him. The infernal mark on his face burns brighter, casting an unholy glow.] With a mocking bow, The Antichrist launches forward, his blows landing with an earth-shattering impact. God staggers, his power seeming to wane beneath the relentless assault. "Even the heavens are powerless before me now! Witness your own end, Creator!" The Antichrist delivers a final, devastating kick, striking God in the head and sending shockwaves through the cosmos.

The Antichrist[/@ch_2] stands alone, savoring his triumph.] He gazes upon the fallen forms of Jesus and God, a satisfied smile curling on his lips. His laughter, now unopposed, rings out across the broken world. "At last, victory is mine. Let all remember this day—the day darkness claimed the throne."