Satan, crowned in flame and darkness, gazes at a map of the cosmos etched into the stone at his feet. His wings unfurl, casting an ominous silhouette against the fiery backdrop. His voice slithers through the chamber, venomous and resolute.
"The age of divinity ends tonight. Heaven will fall, and I shall rise from these ashes to claim the throne of eternity."
Infernal minions scurry in terror as Satan's laughter reverberates, rattling the ancient bones embedded in the cavern floor.
Heaven’s angels, radiant and vigilant, sense a shift in the divine harmony. The air vibrates with an uneasy tension as Satan strides forward, the light dimming around him. Trumpets sound, warning of the unthinkable intrusion.
"Your sanctuary is no longer safe," Satan declares, his voice echoing with bitter triumph.
The angels draw their swords, halos burning with desperate resolve.
One by one, each angel approaches, their faces set with determination and sorrow. Satan engages in fierce combat, his movements both brutal and graceful, leaving trails of scorched earth where he stands. Feathers fall like snow, stained with celestial blood. With each victory, he mocks their faith, stepping over fallen guardians.
"Is this all your creator's love amounts to—fragility and defeat?"
The last angel collapses, the garden now eerily silent, petals wilting under the weight of loss.
Jesus[/@ch_2] stands before Satan. His robe glows with gentle warmth, eyes sorrowful yet steadfast.]
Jesus steps forward, hands open in peace, but Satan’s malice is unyielding. The clash is swift and merciless—divine grace meets infernal power. As Jesus falters, Satan seizes him, forcing him to the ground.
"Behold the fall of your savior,"
Satan presses his corrupted foot onto Jesus's face; the holy light flickers, and Jesus melts away, leaving behind only silence and the stench of humiliation.
God[/@ch_3], ancient and omnipotent, rises from his seat, the universe trembling in His presence.]
Satan strides toward the throne, defiant and intoxicated by victory. God's eyes blaze, galaxies swirling within them, as He accepts the challenge. The clash shakes the heavens, lightning and shadows colliding in a storm of raw power.
"Your era ends now, old tyrant,"
"There is more to divinity than violence, fallen one,"
But Satan’s strength prevails—he overwhelms God, who falls, the light of creation dimming as the universe mourns.
Satan wipes his feet with deliberate contempt, sneering at the heavens now reduced to silence. The cosmos watches in horror as the ultimate act of desecration unfolds. No voice rises to protest; no light shines to resist.
"Let all who remain know: Satan reigns supreme."
The new ruler surveys his desolation, triumphant in darkness and decay.
