Hades, draped in midnight-black robes and crowned with a circlet of iron, stands at the threshold of hell, his eyes smoldering with intent. Virgin Mary floats helplessly, her form flickering as she is drawn downward. "Let the heavens tremble. The first pawn falls," his voice a chilling echo above the abyss.

Gadeq, a spectral messenger of Hades, materializes in the infernal haze. "To God and his Son—your beloved is lost. Come and face the reckoning," his words flare and vanish.

God surveys the wasteland, his gaze stern. Jesus, gentle yet resolute, stands at his side. "Release her, Hades. Your war is with us, not the innocent," "You are all where I want you," Hades grins, his voice dripping with malice.

"Witness the stench of true despair," Hades whispers, removing his ancient shoes. He presses his feet upon Mary’s face; her form liquefies, dissolving in agony. "No! Stop—she is innocent!" Jesus pleads, but his voice is smothered by laughter.

"You cannot flee. This is your end," Hades taunts, planting his feet upon their faces. Their divine forms shudder and melt beneath the torment, their powers snuffed out in the darkness.

"Let all know: the age of Hades has begun," he proclaims, his laughter rolling like thunder across the desolate heavens.