Heaven burned white.
The marble skies cracked under the weight of sound — not thunder, but screams too pure to belong to mortals.
Feathers fell like dying stars. Trumpets lay shattered in the hands of angels who had forgotten how to pray.
Three shadows cut through the glare — black wings, red flame, and silver light.
Asmodeus, Zephyrus, and Gabriel flew in formation, the fractured halos of Heaven reflecting in their eyes.
The Gate of Purity was behind them — its keepers silenced, its pillars scorched.
Before them stretched a horizon of ivory and glass — the Throne Chamber, the center of all creation.
The closer they came, the more the world resisted. Air grew dense, time folded in on itself, and reality hissed,
like a serpent coiled around the concept of existence.
Zephyrus spat on the floor of light. It evaporated before the drop could fall.
> "This is what divinity looks like?" he muttered. "A gilded lie painted over infinity."
Gabriel said nothing. His once-golden eyes were dull, his halo split and flickering.
Every beat of his wings left trails of red — divine blood that refused to heal.
Asmodeus hovered between them, silent. His gaze locked on the distant glow —
the place where all things began, and all things would end.
---
The Throne Awakens
They crossed the final bridge — a platform of mirrors suspended over nothing.
The silence there was suffocating. Even thought struggled to exist.
At the end stood the Throne — a structure that defied geometry, built from the bones of light itself.
It rose higher than sight, wider than imagination. Upon it sat no one.
Only a flicker.
A shape within radiance.
A presence.
The air itself trembled.
> "You trespass on sanctity," a voice said — not from above or below, but from within their bones.
"You bring war into peace."
Zephyrus sneered. "Peace is just your word for obedience."
The voice rippled through the chamber — slow, amused.
> "And rebellion is yours for vanity."
The Throne ignited.
Every ray of light in Heaven bent toward it. The walls screamed. The floor cracked open into the void beneath creation.
And from that light stepped a being too vast for comprehension.
At first, they saw only flesh — white as marble, burning like the heart of a dying sun.
Then eyes — countless and eternal, reflecting every sin ever committed.
Then a face — calm, perfect, human.
God.
He towered above them, each breath bending galaxies. His form reached beyond sight,
yet His gaze was immediate — intimate — as though He stood an inch from their souls.
> "Children," He said softly. "What madness drives you here?"
Asmodeus drew his sword — a blade forged from the core of Hell itself, wreathed in the memory of Lucifer's death.
The flames around it bent reality.
> "Your silence," he answered.
---
The War of Light
God moved.
No sound. No warning.
One moment, He stood still. The next, Zephyrus was a smear across a hundred miles of light.
The blow hadn't even been seen — just felt.
Zephyrus crashed through layers of Heaven, the sound of his body breaking echoing like thunder.
He rose again instantly, grinning through blood.
> "Oh, that's how it is," he snarled. "Good."
He vanished — not teleported, but redefined, his body flickering between possibilities.
He reappeared behind God, claws extended, striking through the air so fast that even photons screamed.
God caught his hand effortlessly.
> "You were born from chaos," He said. "And you mistake chaos for freedom."
He squeezed.
Zephyrus's bones shattered like glass under pressure beyond time. His scream folded into silence.
Gabriel dove from above, spear blazing, wings flaring wide enough to eclipse the stars.
> "Heaven was built on lies!" he roared.
He drove the spear into God's back.
For an instant — just one — blood spilled.
Pure white.
But then the wound closed.
God turned. His gaze alone disintegrated the weapon, atom by atom. Gabriel fell, half of his body reduced to dust,
the other half still trying to fight.
Asmodeus moved.
He didn't fly — he erased distance.
The moment stretched. The chamber cracked under the force of his presence.
Hellfire collided with divine light, tearing open a scar across Heaven itself.
He met God's hand with his own.
For the first time since creation, the universe screamed.
Every law of existence folded inward. Light inverted. Time stuttered.
The sound of their clash was not heard — it was felt across realities.
---
Beyond Infinity
The room began to warp — the ceiling stretching endlessly upward,
the floor spiraling into a maze of mirrors reflecting infinite versions of themselves.
They were no longer in Heaven, but in the space between faith and doubt.
Zephyrus recovered, lightning dancing around his wounds.
He lunged again, this time channeling the full chaos of his origin.
His hands split into countless fractals of movement, each striking at a different point in time.
Gabriel followed, burning with fury — no longer Heaven's servant,
but its reckoning.
Asmodeus led the charge, black wings cutting through the impossible white.
They fought as one — demon, archangel, and chaos incarnate —
against the concept of God.
Every strike they made unmade something sacred.
Stars blinked out. Dimensions folded. Songs of creation warped into silence.
But still — He did not fall.
Each time they landed a blow, His body reformed, pure and whole.
> "You cannot kill the source," God said, voice gentle even as He tore through them.
"To end Me is to end yourselves."
Asmodeus spat blood, grinning through the ruin of his face.
> "Maybe that's the point."
---
Revelation
For what felt like eternity, the battle raged — light against shadow, perfection against defiance.
Then, as God raised His hand once more, time stopped.
Not by His will — but by Gabriel's.
He stood trembling, eyes blazing with defiance.
> "He can't die," Gabriel whispered. "Because death doesn't exist for Him."
Zephyrus growled, "Then we make it exist."
Asmodeus turned his gaze upward — into the endless white that was God's essence — and understood.
> "He is not life," Asmodeus said slowly. "He is belief. Every prayer, every worship, every fear— it feeds Him."
Gabriel nodded, blood dripping from his mouth.
> "Then to kill Him…"
Zephyrus's eyes widened, realization dawning like a storm.
> "…we have to make the universe stop believing."
Asmodeus's grin returned — wide, cruel, triumphant.
> "Then we burn faith itself."
---
The white chamber began to tremble again — this time not from God's power,
but from theirs. The trio spread their wings, forming a trinity of defiance.
Black. Silver. Crimson.
God's eyes narrowed. For the first time, He looked uncertain.
> "You would unmake yourselves," He said.
> "No," Asmodeus answered. "We'll make something better."
The three rose higher, their power colliding into a spiral of absolute contradiction —
Hellfire, Holy Light, and Chaos converging into one.
Reality screamed again.
And as the light consumed them, Asmodeus whispered the name of the final war:
> "The Death of God."