It could hold passed as a series of temblors, or possibly a 100 vents across the universe decided to break out at the same time. Jets of fire explosion through the Earth ‘s twit tegument as if making for the celestial spheres surging above the land and for all their self-praise, even a state like America could but huddle in the shady fire of the fallen angles. It was so that the universe fell to pieces: a corrupt boom pieced the sundown like a shockwave, the sound of the really land interrupting apart: Demogorgon, Eldest of Demons, had risen and all Hell broke free.
O beautiful the tattered dream slathered in worldly frights, the fires of Hell had seemed to glitter, undimmed by mortal cryings. America! America! God shows His heartache for thee. The coldest visible radiation had conjured dark, from sea to reflecting seaaˆ¦
The Lord of Ancients hovered in pandemonium while his ground forces torus through the delicate Earth, their graduated tables glittering in the moonshine. ( Insert More Here )
A superb blaze shone over the skyline illuming up the midnight hr like Midsummers Day, blinding both worlds and devils likewise. And for the first clip eons, the angels and devils clashed. The angels fought with a rage odd, a bloody-minded retribution that was uncharacteristic of the inviolable elite. There was no order in the charge, merely a cold hard hatred for the killer of their Savior. It was a conflict between holy monsters and maligned seraphs, where there is no good, no immorality, merely a hit of surrounding visible radiation and blinding darkness: the grey colour of the mortuary. Demogorgon and Asmodeus were black holes in the center of the conflict, pulling angels in and slaking their visible radiation. Abbadon and Azael took hosts of the great Horde and tried to environ the aureate whirlwind supporting Earth. Michael and Uriel locked blades with Demogorgon and they went twirling into chaos. The conflict was short ; the Stygian axe that Demogorgon wielded could non confront the two tucks curving at him from all waies. With one last effort the Ancient swung his axe spliting Uriel ‘s tuck in two and thumping deep into the Earth. Michael ‘s rapier struck an instant later sheathing itself deep into Demogorgon, immolating him where he stood with a fiery visible radiation. Demogorgon, Eldest of Demons eventually found ageless peace. The devils scattered and shortly the lone hint left was a lonely dual bladed axe lodging profoundly into the Earth run downing it of its strengthaˆ¦ Gaia was deceasing, and as the dead rose out of their Gravess one time more, a susurration was heard throughout what was left of the worlds “ Judgment Day is here. ” And for the 2nd clip that twenty-four hours light spilled out onto the skyline, morning had come.
Heaven ‘s Final Hour
It was over. Heaven lay in ruins, its one time eminent steeples and aureate Gatess burned to the land. Lilith and her devilish battalions stood looking over Eden ; they stood in the same topographic point where in a old age Lucifer had one time stood beat uping his military personnels. Across from them stood God, the lone leftover of His one time glorious ground forces ; all that remained was Godaˆ¦ and Adam. For some ground Lilith could non kill the adult male who stood rebelliously with God. Possibly it reminded her of a similar feeling that she felt herself felt long ago when Semangelaf, Sanvi, and Sansanvi had one time tried to recover her, or possibly it was the feelings that she had one time felt for this adult male who even now stood with a stubborn and about chesty expression while confronting the inevitable licking. It was the same expression she had when she fled from God ; it was the same expression that she had when she took over the Flaring Throne at Satan ‘s decease and faced the about unsurmountable odds. It was a expression of finding, a message that merely said “ Come on, make your worst ” .
Lilith could hold waited until God made a move, until He made a error but the devils could wait no more ; with triumph within range, they charged the alone brace that stood across from them. The charge proved lay waste toing. Waves upon moving ridges of devils fell, burning into fires without even a opportunity to shout, but for each moving ridge that fell, disintegrating into nothingness another rose up to take its topographic point. It was a rush, a inundation, an infinity! But still the alone brace stood. Suddenly a cleft rent the air ; a isolated ball of pure red region had crashed into God ‘s throne eliminating it immediately. With the devastation of the Golden Throne – the basis of God ‘s kingdom – the ancient pillars that held the throne room had collapsed and far off the borders of Eden started fade outing into void. After infinite millenary, after being a visible radiation of hope for ages on terminal, Heaven was falling. And Lilith, Queen of Hell, saw the slaughter that was now Heaven and smiled. Raising her Qatar drenched in darkness, Lilith lifted her obsidian wings and soared into conflict.
Adam was surrounded ; he was on his ain against the diabolic host while God and Lilith raged above. His blade coated with the icy blood of succuba shone in the fiery visible radiation of kindling incubi, fell animals screeched when Adam ‘s blade pierced their fell. It had become a set form for Adam: work stoppage, block, retreat, charge, work stoppage, block, retreataˆ¦ At first he did n’t even detect that no more devils were assaulting him the deficiency of blows striking him. The devils had formed a circle around him organizing what would look like a abounding gladiatorial ring. The reprieve was welcoming and despite being hemmed in on all sides, Adam relaxed ; above him, God and Lilith were about out of sight, to the full engaged in their deadly dance. The letup in the conflict might hold been a minute, possibly it was a twelvemonth or a possibly even a century, but whatever it was, it was n’t long plenty. The calls of war shortly build up in a cacophonous crescendo, a symphonic music of the damned. A lone snake pit spawn stepped frontward. It was Asmodeus, Demon of Wrath.
Adam was non certain when he knew that he was traveling to confront Asmodeus in individual combat, he was n’t even certain if he even knew that he was traveling to confront Asmodeus in the acrimonious terminal or whatever the worlds called itaˆ¦ in fact, now that he thought about it, it was reasonably pathetic. In every individual stupid human action book of all time written, a individual had to contend his evil ego or his arch-nemesis or something along those lines. It had ne’er appealed to the worlds that possibly a hero ‘s arch-nemesis might hold been killed by a isolated pointer or been stabbed to decease by an unknown soldier on the battleground, no they prefer the same plotline over and over and over once more: good cat battle bad cat, good cat win. It all of a sudden occurred to Adam that if this ordeal was of all time told, it would sound merely like one of the countless other cliche narratives that have been told by a countless sum existences in a infinite sum of topographic points.
A flashing blade brought Adam out of his revery and the universe seemed to disperse around him. Of class both contestants knew who was traveling to win ; Adam had the power of God on his side, he was by far the most skilled combatant in God ‘s one time unbeatable ground forces and he was trained to support Heaven by God Himself. Both contestants knew who was traveling to win, after all Adam was merely human. The strain of the old battle was already demoing on Adam while the Shadow Lord seemed to hold unbounded militias of concealed dark energy. Flaring shadows, the psyche of snake pit, gathered around the two participants as they strived to outdo each other in this deathly game. Above them sky raged and looked to all the universe as a conflict between the Sun and the Moon, while far off Heaven crumbled taging the terminal of a aureate age. Had anyone looked upon this battleground so and at that place, it would hold seemed like a grotesque picturesque, an artistic picture of snake pit on Earth, a ghastly and demonic sceneaˆ¦ But of class it was still Heaven.
The tattered aureate viaduct to God ‘s now nonexistent throne room provided an ideal location for a conflict ; the aureate plating had all melted, go forthing the unsmooth rock base of the construction which allowed the two combatants better floor grip. His blade weaving a bally coop around him, Asmodeus was a nightmare semen to life. The Stygian freak towered above Adam shrouded in the darkest visible radiation, his eyes the trumpeters of infinity and his blaze blade a courier of the amaranthine, a bringer of the concluding peace. There was no contending Asmodeus, no point contending a devil that has ne’er been defeated, no ground to conflict the inevitable. Slowly, really easy Adam was forced back into God ‘s throne room, devils separating the Lashkar-e-Taiba him back. The ceiling had been blasted off giving what would hold been a great position of the midnight sky.
That was when God screamed. It was a mental wall of pure power that ripped Lilith and Asmodeus to scintillas of darkness ; it was a shriek of an immortal coming face to face with his ain mortality. God was a shooting star illuming up the darkened celestial spheres, a last flicker of visible radiation in the rush of darkness and for that that brief infinity no 1 moved, a minute of silence that seemed to mourn for all who have died. Then easy, gracefully, even majestically, God began to fall. He was a shooting star in the celestial spheres, a meteor falling through pandemonium with Lilith ‘s Qatar still buried in His immortal bosom. An boisterous idea came back to Adam, he had thought it one time before, it was a really human idea: “ How cliche , how cliche ” .
Epilogue: Full Circle
Silence, the blessed sound. Silence, the certain cognition that the Universe was gone and nil could trouble oneself him now. Adam, the first adult male was besides the last. Adam, created from Heaven saw its devastation. There was no more Heaven, no more Hell, no more Earth. There was but chaos and nothingness. It was peaceable ; the desolation of the last hr was now gone. He had no thought how long he rested no thought how long he cried, how long he cried for Michael, for Gabriel, for Gaia, no thought how long he cried for God who ne’er believed that His beloved Heaven would fall, for Lilith who could ne’er stand to hold person better than her, and for Eve, Eve who had promised to be with him everlastingly, Eve who had died and broke his bosom. He had no thought how long he cried, it did n’t affair: clip ceased to be with the decease of God. Finally nevertheless, Adam stopped shouting. The cryings were gone and though the sorrows lingered, they were diminished. He saw the pandemonium and nothingness that was prevailing and was dissatisfied. He easy molded the Universe to his liking and recreated clip with a individual word. In the beginning, there was the Word. He looked about and saw that the Universe, though born-again, was still losing something. He looked at the universe critically and so whispered “ Let there be light. ” And there was visible radiation.
