Annabelle, the demonic doll, her porcelain face twisted with malice and her glassy eyes burning red, ascends the luminous stairway. She moves silently, clutching a tattered ragdoll effigy, her presence warping the light around her. Without warning, she lunges forward and seizes Virgin Mary, whose serene countenance turns to shock as Annabelle’s shadow engulfs her.
Jesus[/@ch_3], his face contorted with fury, leads the host, each step echoing with divine power.]
"Annabelle! Return my mother, or face the wrath of Heaven itself!"
The angels scour the empty cities and scorched fields below, only to find that humanity has been utterly erased, silence hanging like a shroud. The world is a graveyard, ash drifting through the air, and hope fading with each passing moment.
"You search in vain, celestial fools," she taunts, weaving a dark incantation with her clawed hands. Instantly, the angels collapse, their luminous forms flickering and dying out like extinguished candles. The earth trembles as Annabelle casts a spell, dragging Jesus into the churning maw of Hell.
Virgin Mary[/@ch_2], lifeless and pale, Annabelle’s cracked foot pressing down upon her head.]
Jesus staggers, grief and rage etched across his features as he beholds the scene. "You walked willingly into my trap, Son of God," Annabelle sneers, her laughter echoing through the cavern. "I will not let this evil stand," Jesus cries, summoning all his might in a furious onslaught.
"Is this all the Savior can muster?" she mocks, trampling him beneath her feet. With a final, crushing blow, Jesus falls, his halo flickering out, his body dissolving into the scorched earth. The shadows deepen as Annabelle grins, victory in her eyes.
God[/@ch_4] himself materializes, radiant and immense, his voice resonating with the force of creation.]
"You have gone too far, abomination. You face the Creator now."
Annabelle’s smile widens. She slips off her shoes, revealing feet stained with the suffering of ages, and presses them against the face of the fallen Jesus. The stench of ancient cheese fills the air, corroding flesh and spirit alike. God recoils, his strength faltering as Annabelle launches her attack.
The smell of cheese saturates the air, choking all remnants of divinity. Annabelle surveys her dominion, laughter echoing through the void as she basks in her total, unchallenged victory.
