Eternity's Executioner

The pocket dimension Judas had so meticulously crafted began to warp and twist, reality itself screaming in protest as Samael's true form started to manifest.

The being that had once been Catiline shuddered and convulsed, dark matter swirling around him in increasingly complex patterns.

Then, with a sound like the death cry of a universe, Samael emerged.

Gone was any semblance of humanity.

In its place stood a being of such terrible beauty and cosmic horror that many spectators found their minds recoiling from the sight.

Samael towered over the arena, his form a constantly shifting amalgamation of light and shadow.

Six wings of midnight black unfurled, each feather seeming to contain an entire galaxy.

His face was a study in divine symmetry, so perfect it was painful to behold, yet his eyes... his eyes were voids of absolute nothingness, holes in the fabric of reality itself.