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HE:LL/AVEN

They say that we will be judged by the one and almighty God when we all die. Throughout our whole life full of sins or virtue, we will be rewarded or punished by Him for eternity. Even His worshippers who sinned a lot in their lives cannot escape his punishment and will be sent into Hell to be purified before entering Heaven. Then, what happens when... Let us say that the last sinner was purified and sent to Heaven. Will Malique get himself off work being the Gatekeeper of Hell? Or are the Demons inside plotting something for an escape? What even is God doing at this time Himself? Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and his only. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Heavy language is strongly used in the story. Blood, gore and violence are heavily depicted either in the story or in the illustration Update: 5 chapter every week

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Final Stage - Part 1

God's laughter reverberates through the desolate expanse of Hell, a chilling symphony of power and malevolence. His eyes, cold and calculating, survey the unfolding scene. Malique and Lucifer, driven by unwavering determination, draw closer to the confrontation between the Almighty and the defiant Asmodeus.

A taunt from God tightens His grip on Asmodeus, the invisible force constricting her throat. Her defiant struggle intensifies, but it's a futile resistance against the overwhelming might of the deity. With a mere thought, God's form shifts, bringing Asmodeus closer to Him. Her body trembles from the divine pressure as He raises her before Lucifer and Malique, their forms growing more distinct against the backdrop of chaos.

"Look upon your fallen comrade," God's voice thunders, his tone dripping with malicious glee. "Witness the consequence of defying the divine order."

The sight of Asmodeus, impaled by God's hand and suspended like a puppet, sends shockwaves through Lucifer and Malique. The grotesque display is both a warning and a testament to the deity's power. Asmodeus's pain-filled eyes lock onto her allies, conveying a silent urgency that galvanizes their resolve.

Before their minds can fully grasp the horrifying spectacle, a surge of divine energy emanates from God. Asmodeus's body quivers as an excruciating torrent of power courses through her, overwhelming her very essence. The air crackles with an intensity that defies mortal comprehension.

Asmodeus's anguished screams reverberate through the infernal landscape, a haunting lamentation that pierces the fabric of reality. The overwhelming energy turns her form into a conduit of destruction, and her body ignites with a blinding radiance.

"Do you feel her pain, her torment?" God's words sear through the air, a taunting challenge that stirs the depths of Lucifer and Malique's souls. "This is the fate that awaits all who dare oppose me."

Flames of divine retribution engulf Asmodeus as her essence is consumed by the potent energy. Her agonized cries crescendo, then abruptly cease as her form disintegrates into ash. The winds of chaos scatter her remains, casting them into the abyss.

Lucifer and Malique, their expressions etched with horror and disbelief, stand paralyzed for an eternal moment. The enormity of the loss washes over them like a tidal wave, leaving a void that resonates with sorrow and rage. Asmodeus, the indomitable and cunning demon, is no more.

"Now, kneel before the might of your God," God's voice echoes, His words a chilling decree that reverberates through the very fabric of existence. "Or share her fate."

God's laughter continues, a triumphant symphony of supremacy. He revels in the despair that clings to the air, a testament to the insignificance of defiance against His divine rule. With a dismissive wave of His hand, He dispels the remnants of Asmodeus, leaving only the haunting echoes of her memory. The stage is set for the final act, a battle that will define the fate of the cosmos.

In the aftermath of Asmodeus's devastating demise, an anguished cry tears through the infernal air. Lucifer, his eyes a fiery mix of anger and desperation, feels the weight of his comrade's loss like a crushing force upon his heart. The laughter of God, the Almighty, fuels the inferno of rage within him. Clutched tightly in his hand, the 'Holy Spear pulses with a fervour that matches the intensity of his emotions.

Driven by a maddening cocktail of grief and fury, Lucifer's movements are swift and unrelenting. With a primal roar, he hurls the 'Holy Spear' with all the might his celestial form can muster. The weapon blazes through the air, a streak of searing light aimed straight at the heart of the divine presence before him.

The 'Holy Spear' radiates with an otherworldly brilliance, its ethereal glow casting an incandescent aura upon Lucifer and Malique. Their fingers tighten around the weapon's hilt, and a surge of energy courses through them, intertwining their spirits with the very essence of the cosmos.

As the battle of wills intensifies, a maelstrom of power and desperation envelops Lucifer and Malique. The 'Holy Spear hums with an arcane resonance, responding to their determination to break free from the shackles of divine oppression. God's presence is an unyielding tempest, a force that seeks to crush their defiance and extinguish the spark of rebellion.

Lucifer's muscles strain, his sinewy form trembling as he channels his celestial might into the 'Holy Spear.' He refuses to falter, his mind a fortress of unwavering resolve. Beside him, Malique's eyes burn with infernal fire, his very soul a testament to the inferno that blazes within him. Together, they stand as a bulwark against the torrent of divine power that seeks to quell their rebellion.

God's expression remains an enigma, a mask of calm amidst the storm of chaos. His form shimmers, His divine aura pulsating with a brilliance that rivals the sun itself. In the face of the 'Holy Spear's' oncoming strike, He raises His remaining hand, His palm outstretched, ready to meet the challenge head-on.

The collision is an explosion of cosmic proportions, a cataclysmic clash that engulfs the battlefield in blinding radiance. The shockwave ripples through the very fabric of existence, distorting space and time in its wake. Lucifer and Malique stand at the heart of the maelstrom, their spirits locked in a struggle that transcends the mortal realm.

As the brilliance subsides, the 'Holy Spear' stands embedded in the ground, its radiance undiminished. Lucifer and Malique remain standing, their forms battered and scorched by the unleashed energies. God, His arm severed, gazes upon the spectacle with an unreadable expression. His divine essence shimmers with an aura of uncertainty, a testament to the 'Holy Spear's' potency.

"Even in the face of your might, we stand united," Lucifer's voice is a defiant echo that resonates through the aftermath. "The 'Holy Spear' is a symbol of our resolve—a force you cannot extinguish."

God's gaze narrows, His presence a tumultuous storm that belies His outward composure. He stretches out His remaining hand, the amputated limb a spectral extension of His will. With a mere thought, He commands the severed arm to return to His side, but the limb remains suspended, a testament to the 'Holy Spear's' disruption of His dominion.

"Your dominion weakens, God. The 'Holy Spear' defies your grasp," Malique's smirk is a manifestation of their defiance, a reflection of the indomitable spirit that courses through his veins.

"Do not mistake a temporary setback for defeat. My power is boundless, my dominion unassailable," God's expression remains an inscrutable mask, His voice a spectral whisper that weaves through the air.

"The 'Holy Spear' has shown us a truth—a truth that transcends your claims of omnipotence," Lucifer's eyes burn with a fierce determination, his grip on the 'Holy Spear' unyielding.

As if in response to their resolve, the 'Holy Spear' begins to resonate, its radiance intensifying. The ground trembles beneath their feet, the very fabric of reality quivering in its presence. The weapon's energy intertwines with Lucifer and Malique's essence, a symbiotic bond that heralds the birth of a new destiny.

With a heavy exhalation, God's form shifts, His presence an embodiment of ethereal might. "The 'Holy Spear' may have disrupted the fabric of creation, but its true potential remains untapped."

Lucifer and Malique exchange a glance, their unspoken understanding a testament to the unbreakable bond that unites them. With a shared breath, they release the 'Holy Spear,' allowing its radiant energy to surge forth. The weapon hovers before them, a beacon of hope and defiance.

"United, we stand against your tyranny," Malique's voice carries a resonance that reverberates through the infernal expanse. "And united, we shall forge a destiny free from your grasp."

"You challenge the immutable order of existence itself. But know this—the 'Holy Spear' is now beyond your reach, its power beyond your control," God's aura flickers, His form a tempest of conflicting emotions. His voice carries a weight that resonates with the echoes of eternity.

A realization dawns upon Lucifer and Malique—a realization that they have allowed the 'Holy Spear' to soar beyond their grasp. Their eyes widen as the weapon arcs higher into the heavens, its luminous trail cutting through the fabric of reality.

"We must retrieve the 'Holy Spear' before it's too late," Lucifer's voice is a rallying cry, a declaration of their unyielding determination.

As one, they surge forward, their strides resolute as they race against time itself. But even as they draw closer to the soaring 'Holy Spear,' God's presence remains an insurmountable obstacle. He stretches out His hand, His fingers curling as if to seize dominion over the very currents of fate.

The air thickens, tendrils of divine power snaking forth to ensnare Lucifer and Malique. Each step becomes a battle, a defiance against the constraints of destiny itself. The ground quakes beneath them, a testament to the clash of power and wills that unfolds.

Lucifer's muscles tense, his celestial form a bastion of unwavering resolve. Malique's teeth grit, his very essence aflame with a determination that refuses to be extinguished. The 'Holy Spear' remains tantalizingly close, its brilliance a beacon of hope that pierces the encroaching darkness.

 

 

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