Legion clenched his many fists, each one trembling with rage and purpose. He gazed upwards, defiance burning in his gaze as he whispered to the darkness.
"Tonight, the heavens will tremble at my wrath. Jesus will fall, and all shall know the power of Legion,"
The celestial expanse above is radiant, filled with the golden glow of countless angels. Legion’s approach blackens the light, his shadow stretching across the pearly gates. The air thrums with tension as angelic swords gleam, wings unfurling in defense.
Archangel Michael, sword blazing with holy fire, steps forward, voice ringing across the battlements.
"Begone, Legion! No evil shall pass these gates,"
"Your words are wind to me, angel. Stand aside or be swept away,"
A cacophony erupts as Legion tears through the ranks, each angel falling in bursts of light and feathers, the marble stained with golden blood.
Jesus lifts his hands, eyes full of sorrow but unwavering strength.
"Legion, violence only breeds more suffering. There is still time to turn away,"
"There is no mercy left in me. Only vengeance,"
The garden erupts into chaos as Legion strikes, overpowering Jesus despite his resistance. The flowers wilt, rivers darken, and silence falls as Legion prevails.
He strides through the devastated halls, each footstep echoing with triumph and finality. No angel remains to challenge him; their songs are silenced, their light snuffed out.
Flames roar higher, casting grotesque shadows over the infernal landscape. Legion’s form expands, the echoes of his victory reverberating through every tortured soul in hell.
"Let all who dwell below witness what power truly means. This is the mark of Legion’s reign,"
The darkness bows, and the memory of heaven’s fall becomes an eternal scar in the cosmos.
