In the midst of this eternal tranquility, a sudden rift splits the heavens as Odin, cloaked in midnight blue and bearing a fierce glare, steps into paradise. His arrival sends ripples through the serenity, silencing the angelic chorus. Without hesitation, Odin strides toward the center, locking his gaze on Virgin Mary, who stands bathed in a gentle aura. With a swift motion, he seizes her, reciting an ancient incantation. The words echo like thunder, and in an instant, the legions of angels fall, their feathers singed and bodies lifeless.
As Odin vanishes with Virgin Mary, panic surges through the divine realm. Jesus and God descend with urgency, their forms radiant yet marred by worry. Humanity’s stupor lifts; all souls tremble as the sacred order collapses. Suddenly, Odin reappears, his shadow expanding into a vortex of inverted crosses that swirl around Jesus, transporting him in a flash of black lightning to the roaring halls of Valhalla.
Jesus stands surrounded by inverted crosses, the symbols burning with dark power. Across the hall, Odin looms, his single eye gleaming with contempt. "So, son of God, your father cannot save you now. Welcome to my hall, where only the strong prevail." At Odin’s feet, Virgin Mary kneels, her face shadowed. "He will not come, my son. We are forsaken," she utters mournfully. With chilling deliberation, Odin removes his shoes, the room thick with the acrid scent, and places his feet upon Virgin Mary. She melts away, her form fading into nothingness as Jesus watches, horror twisting his face.
Jesus[/@ch_3] erupts in divine rage, his body surrounded by halos of blazing light. The echoes of his fury shake the very foundations of Valhalla.]
Jesus charges at Odin, unleashing torrents of holy energy that crackle with raw power. Yet Odin stands unmoved, laughter booming through the hall. "Your mother is gone, and soon you will join her beneath my feet!" With a swift, brutal kick, Odin strikes Jesus in the head, sending him crashing to the ground. Odin removes his shoes once more, pressing his feet onto Jesus's face, and the radiant form of the Son melts away into oblivion.
Odin[/@ch_1] descends to the ruined earth. God’s throne stands cracked, lightning splitting the sky, and the remnants of angels lie scattered.]
God appears, wrath incarnate, casting a blinding storm of divine fury at Odin. The air vibrates with the clash of ultimate powers, thunder roaring and the heavens weeping. Odin meets the assault, his boots firm on shattered marble. "Your son is crushed, old god. Now you shall taste defeat," he proclaims before delivering a devastating kick to God's head. The Almighty collapses, and Odin places his bare feet upon God's face, causing the divine form to dissolve into nothingness.
Odin stands amidst the devastation, savoring his triumph. With a gesture, he sends forth a cataclysmic charge that obliterates the last vestiges of paradise, turning it to dust. The echoes of his laughter resound through all realms as he returns to Valhalla, the halls filled with the cheers of ancient warriors. Odin takes his throne, basking in the glory of his conquest, the shattered heavens bearing witness to his supremacy.
