Annabelle sits motionless, porcelain eyes glinting with malevolence. Around her, ancient scrolls and ritual objects form the groundwork for her unholy plan.
"Soon, all of creation will kneel before me," she whispers, her voice cutting through the silence.
Virgin Mary struggles, her robe torn and halo flickering. Annabelle’s laughter echoes, chilling the divine air.
"You cannot win, creature," she pleads, but Annabelle only tightens her grip.
Jesus stands in disbelief, wings trembling; the angels gather, their faces pale with dread. Annabelle, triumphant, begins her incantation.
"You came for salvation, but found only oblivion," she taunts, pressing the Virgin Mary beneath her feet.
"You will pay for this, demon!" Jesus roars, but his voice fades as Annabelle’s magic seals him away.
God stands tall, but Annabelle’s trap has already sprung.
"Even divinity is powerless before me," she proclaims, slipping off her shoes. The pungent odor of aged cheese fills the chamber, overwhelming all.
"Your reign is over. The throne belongs to me now," Annabelle hisses, eyes glittering with triumph.
"Let eternity remember my name," she whispers, the cosmos forever altered by her conquest.
