Smith and John were on the brink of defeat, surrounded by the devil's army. The ground shook beneath their feet as the demons advanced, their eyes glowing with malice. Smith and John fought back fiercely, but the odds were not in their favor.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a bright light shone down upon them. A booming voice filled the air, "Fear not, my children, for I am with you."
Smith and John looked up to see a figure bathed in holy light descending from the heavens. It was God himself, come to aid them in their battle against the devil's army.
With a wave of his hand, the demon army was vanquished. The devil himself appeared before Smith and John, his eyes filled with fury.
"You will not defeat me, mortals," he spat, raising his pitchfork.
But God was ready. He raised his hand and the devil's pitchfork disintegrated into dust. The devil snarled, lunging at God with his bare hands, but God simply held out his hand and the devil was frozen in midair.
"You have no power here," God said, his voice like thunder.
The devil vanished, defeated. Smith and John fell to their knees in gratitude, awed by the power of the Almighty. From that day on, they knew they were never truly alone, and that divine intervention was always possible.
