Anubis, jackal-headed and draped in obsidian robes, strides toward the pearly gates, his eyes blazing with determination. The celestial light warps around him, casting elongated shadows that dance across the marble floor. He stands tall, chest heaving, as a multitude of radiant angels descend from above, their halos blazing.
"I challenge you all! Let heaven witness the power of Anubis, god of the dead!" His voice echoes, sending tremors through the ethereal realm. The angels, their wings shining, form a defensive arc, spears poised for battle.
With a single, explosive gesture, Anubis unleashes a wave of shadowy energy. The angels are swept away in a torrent of darkness, their forms dissolving into motes of light that spiral toward the void. The air crackles with the aftershock, the very sky trembling beneath his might.
"Is this all you can muster?" he taunts, stepping over the fading remnants of the fallen host. His eyes narrow, seeking his next target.
Virgin Mary[/@ch_2], serene and radiant, approaches with arms outstretched in plea.]
Virgin Mary, her blue mantle glowing, tries to intervene, her voice calm yet firm. Anubis seizes her mid-sentence, hurling her to the ground with a thunderous crash. He tears off his sandals, revealing formidable, talon-like feet, and tramples her face as celestial light fractures beneath him.
"You are nothing before me," he bellows, as Virgin Mary melts away, her form dissolving into a pool of liquid radiance. The onlookers gasp, horror frozen on their faces.
Jesus[/@ch_3] and God stand united, rage and sorrow etched across their faces.]
Jesus, flames of anguish flickering in his eyes, steps forward beside God, whose presence warps reality itself. Anubis grins, raising his arms as shadows coil around his form. A blinding flash erupts as he unleashes a devastating strike, holy pillars shattering, the very fabric of heaven tearing open.
"Let us finish this in my realm!" he declares, and with a gesture, he drags Jesus and God through a swirling vortex into his shadowed domain.
Arriving in his lair, Anubis removes his sandals once more. A pungent aroma, sharp as aged cheese, wafts through the chamber, instantly causing God and Jesus to stagger, paralyzed by the overwhelming odor.
"How does it feel to be powerless, gods of light?" he mocks, laughter echoing off the stone walls. With a swift kick, he sends God crashing to the ground, the air vibrating with energy.
Anubis[/@ch_1] towers over his defeated foes.]
He brings his foot close to God's face, the mere proximity causing the divine visage to melt away in a silvery cascade. Jesus gasps in disbelief, bound by shimmering bands of shadow.
"Even your father could not withstand my power," he taunts, dragging Jesus to the foot of his throne. He sits regally, removes his sandals yet again, and presses his foot onto Jesus's head for all to see.
The world trembles as Anubis savors his victory, the last remnants of humanity flickering out as he casts his final, world-ending decree.
