The End of Belial

"Yes, I do agree, however, it begs the question as to why are you so concerned about the lower preceding multiverse. They have nothing to do with us Titans in the transcendent plane."

"As the bishop of the Overseerian religion, it is my duty to relay the words of our creator. I was tasked with telling you, and all the other members of our religion the words of the creator."

"I don't understand, what's the purpose of telling us this, Atlezic?"

"It's quite simple, Fronyo. We must prepare for the future. With the Great Kings, and their unlimited power, the time of Ragnarok will be our extinction. Some of us will survive, but most won't make it."

Fronyo stood up from his seat, wide-eyed as ever, "What do you mean?! Us titans, facing extinction? That's ludicrous, Atlezic!"

His voice echoed across the vast chapel, berating Atlezic's claim.

"What can they do to us? We are Titans! We were born to be superior to the Gods! Our entire purpose is to carry out the will of the Overseer across all of creation!"

"Yes, I know." Atlezic closed her eyes, bowing her head.

"Then why?! What's the point in all of this?"

"It is as you say, we must carry out the Overseer's will across all of creation. I'm merely telling you what I was given through my vision, so you and everyone else can know what is to come."

"Our own God… wiping us away? How cruel… that's unjust!" Fronyo turned away, clenching his fist, "I can't allow this."

"It isn't our creator's fault, but it does involve them."

"Then tell me one thing, Atlezic."

"What is it?" Questioned the Bishop as she lifted her head.

"You mentioned Ragnarok… isn't that the day when Phantom Mutiny will kill every player in Isekai World Online, two years from now?"

"Indeed." Nodded the Bishop, "Ragnarok is an event that will decide the fate of everything. Once it occurs, not only are the players in danger but the Gods as well."

"That includes us Titans, right?" Asked Fronyo.

"Yes, that includes us as well. Emperor, also known as Maverick Lionheart, is the creator of this event."

"How can such a lower life form threaten us Titans? I don't understand… things aren't what it seems."

"That's where you're wrong, Fronyo."

"What do you mean? How am I wrong?! Everything I say is the truth! We Titans should be superior in every way!" Shouted the frustrated Fronyo.

"Emperor is different from the other Great King's, but he doesn't know it himself. His willpower is so great that it even tampers with the Overseer. It is as if Emperor decides the predetermined destiny of the world."

Fronyo lifted his brows, befuddled by her words. He couldn't muster anything, his jaw only dropped, and his eyes were peeled wide open, until he sat down, looking at the floor in thought.

"A mortal… deciding the fate of the world? Is that why we're destined to die?"

"Yes." Said Atlezic.

"So it isn't the Overseer's fault at all, it is Emperor's."

"Yes."

"Then… why don't we kill him? Let us Titans destroy Emperor before he wipes away most of our kind!"

"I was thinking of the same thing, Fronyo." Said the Bishop, scowling at the thought, "I am not fond of killing, but the life of my people is at hand. If I must disobey the creator's rules, then I will gladly do so for the sake of me and everyone else."

"Good… good!" Fronyo smiled, showing his relief, "If the bishop of all people is willing to rebel, then we stand a chance against the likes of those Great Kings."

The Bishop stood up from her seat, placing her Book of scriptures on the table.

"We must prepare as soon as possible. We have two years to plan, strategize, and decide the fate of Emperor and his people before Ragnarok. I will not have us fall to the hands of a mortal."

***

Hours passed, and Christopher defeated Belial, making a fool out of him, and showing him off as some trophy to Emerald and the other demons inside the castle. The fool, Belial, had his magic weakened from Christopher and his Phantom Eyes to F-tier magic. Even his mods couldn't be used anymore. He was weaker than some level 5 players in the game.

Emerald freed Lucia and Florian from their imprisonment as they finally broke out of their cells, breaching through the castle alongside Christopher.

Though, Christopher told them that they could leave, while he had some business to take care of with Belial.

So they complied.

Christopher made his way to the twelfth floor of the castle, dragging the weakened Belial by his hair.

"Release me, release me at once!! Haven't you done enough to me?! I understand, so please, forgive me!" Belial struggled with all his might, trying to break free from Christopher's grasp.

"Why should I show mercy to scum? Especially some peasant who disrespects me with the way they dress."

"You narcissistic son of a bitch!!" Belial reached behind him, grasping Christopher's hand, attempting to pull it off, "Unhand me!!"

"Ah, here we are." Sandman dropped Belial to his back, setting him free.

"Y-You… actually unhanded me?!" Belial was in shock, feeling his adrenaline spike through the roof. He turned around, getting on both hands and knees and bowing to his capturer, "I'll serve you to the ends of time. From all the sins I committed, I truly am deserving of punishment! Please, Your Majesty, let me stand by your side until I am cleansed! I greatly underestimated you and your power!!"

"Ah, so this door is inscribed with demonic symbols, is that it? Well, it shouldn't be too hard to pry open."

Christopher seemed to ignore his pleading and caught the attention of the dreadful Belial.

Once he looked up… his eyes could only peel open.

His ears were suddenly ringing, and his heart sank deep into his chest. He moved his jaw, trying to speak, but nothing came out. Belial slowly stood up, shaking in his legs, and peeing his pants.

He slowly pointed at the door in front of him, feeling his body gain chills all over.

"T…T-The…g-gates of…h-hell?"

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

His teeth started chattering together, but he gained enough strength to move.

Belial turned around, running for his life.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

His scream echoed across the corridor as he frantically ran for his life, tripping and falling a few times.

"Help me!! Someone help me!!!" He yelled for help, but there was no response, tears could only stream down his cheeks as he desperately made his way through the hallway, "Someone please, save me!!" His voice cracked, and his cries for help were ignored by the slaves in their quarters.

"It is done." Christopher managed to decipher the magic formula of the door, opening them both in unison.

"Help!!! Help meeee!!" He continued to shout for help, eventually falling flat on his face, but his adrenaline was so high that the pain felt nonexistent.

Belial began to crawl away, trying to reach the stairs to the next floor, but Christopher appeared in front of him via Spatial Warp.

"Where do you think you're going, Belial?"

"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… everything that I done was horrible, b-but I don't deserve something like infinite punishment! No one deserves a fate so cruel!! I'm sorry l-lord Christopher!"

"Lord Christopher?" He lifted his brow, sneering at their attempts to live, "You pig, at least die with some dignity."

"No, you cannot do this to me, I'm human, just like you! I have a life… I have a soul! I'll change for the good. Even if I have to become some poor slave, I'll do it… just don't send me there, please!"

"The gates of hell await you, Belial."

Screams could be heard from behind them as wailing souls cried out for help. Millions of them are tortured every day and night, only to be resurrected, and repeat the endless cycle.

The concept of death was nonexistent in this realm; If you were to die, you would only be brought back to life. No soul can truly die in hell, unless hell itself is eradicated.

Cursed immortality for all the sinful creatures in this realm of agony.

And now, Belial was going there, for all eternity.

"The concept of time and death are nonexistent in Hell. It could be minutes for me, but centuries for you. It's a fitting place for manipulators and cruel people like yourself. I'm not the type to make horrible decisions for people's lives, but I have to take into account the countless people you destroyed and lied to."

"I'll change… I'll… change… I'll change, I'll change, I'll change!!"

Christopher extended his hand towards Belial.

"Please, I'll change!! No, no… I can't go there, no!!!"

"Inflict Magic…"

"Stop it, don't do this, no!!" Tears continued to stream down his cheeks as he reached his hand forward, begging for the sake of himself, "God no!"

"Spatial warp."

Christopher pitied him, but this had to be done.

With Inflict magic, he forcibly teleported Belial into the gates of hell, sending him away for all eternity.

Inside hell, Belial ran for the exit, but the doors closed right behind him.

He could only bang on the doors, screaming at the top of his lungs as he heard the wails of other souls behind him.

Demons were heard growling around him, but he didn't have the power to fend off against them.

"God, please save me!!"

His last call of desperation was to God himself, but God wasn't watching.

He didn't care.

Grrrrrr…

Rowwwwl!!!

Large demonic beasts pounced at Belial, biting into his flesh and dragging his body across the molten ground.

"Aaagghhhhh!!! Gaaaaahhh!" Belial screamed as he tried punching them and kicking them in the face, but it only made his punishment far worse.

Dozens… to hundreds of beasts came from the bushes, as others rose from the ground.

They all started eating away at his soul and flesh, satisfying their endless hunger.

There was no hope, no salvation, and no life for him.

He could only wail to the ends of time.