Samael's laughter echoed through the transformed pocket dimension, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it.
Jesus and Judas exchanged worried glances, their moment of apparent triumph suddenly feeling hollow.
"OH, MESSIAH," Samael purred, his perfect features twisting into a smile that could shatter worlds. "DID YOU REALLY THINK IT WOULD BE THAT EASY?
THAT THE ANGEL OF DEATH, THE ENDER OF UNIVERSES, WOULD BE OUTMANEUVERED BY A POCKET DIMENSION AND SOME CLEVER WORDPLAY?"
The Angel of Death rose to his feet, his cosmic form seeming to grow more substantial with each passing moment.
The reality around them, so recently reshaped by Jesus and Judas, began to flicker and warp.
"You've lost, Samael," Jesus declared, though a note of uncertainty had crept into his voice. "We've rewritten the cosmic order.
Your role has been redefined."