The Gods have gathered in the Council of Valhalla and have decided that it's humanity's time to face judgement day. However one man, King Solomon, has a plan to save them.
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"Well folks!" Crowley announced, firing open a bottle of champagne. "It's official, Yaya's dead and humanity has its first victory! I don't care if I'm not supposed to drink on the job, because I'm celebrating!" His arms launched up in commemoration, followed by him pouring both him and Thoth a glass.
"WOOT!" Idunn declared, "10 free hot dogs to my next customer!" A promise that caused Jason to rush down to her cart at lightning speed.
"Metatron...summon everyone...something unspeakable has occurred, and we must make haste to ensure it never happens again..." And with that, the light of Lucifer thundered down the corridor, leaving a shivering Metatron to hastily gather himself to call on the other gods.
'The wrath of Lucifer...mercy be upon our enemies...' His thoughts raced with fear as the aura of his parent slowly dissipated as it retreated further and further away.
Meanwhile, on the arena floor, Azazel had urgent business to attend to.
"So." The demon muttered to himself, looking over the hideously festering corpse of Yaya. "Putting a fragment of my soul in the body did indeed stop its disintegration. How wondrous, Lord Solomon was right!"
As Azazel mused over his discovery, Solomon sent the demon a psychic order to retrieve the Heart Of Darkness, which the demon eagerly followed, knowing he may get a chance to put his claws on a weapon of incredible power, hauling the muscle-covered corpse back to Leonardo's side afterwards.
Suddenly, several of Valhalla's best doctors rushed into the arena, instruments in hand, ready to retrieve Leonardo and bring him to the infirmary. As they brought out the stretcher and hauled the half-dead scientist onto it, Azazel saw his chance. Amongst the chaos in the arena, he gave his partner a farewell glance, then slipped away, Yaya's body in hand, into the depths of Valhalla.
And with that, the scientist and the demon began the long and hard trek back to their proper places. Leonardo was easily brought to Asclepius' care, but Azazel's journey was far less straightforward. The demon scurried over to a spot deep in the catacombs, scratched a summoning circle into the wall, and placed his palm on it, instantly transporting him through space to the hellish realm of Tartarus itself.
The great prison was carved deep into the side of Mount Othrys, encircled by a great river of lava through which the Nidhogg's snout could be seen billowing smoke, and the grand facade was peppered with dozens upon dozens of furies, ready to smite all who dared to escape. Suddenly, a fracture in space materialised as Azazel, Bael, Solomon, and Legion emerged from the deep void of the Demon King's abyssal portals. They stepped out onto the balcony of his castle, the great walls carved out to the tip of the mountain.
Before them stood the master of demons, Solomon. Their lord stood tall and confident, before he suddenly burst into eldritch flames. From the fire, his features grew and deformed. The demonic king started to embody the appearance of the demons he conquered. The pupils of his eyes were slit, as though a knife was driven through them. His irises a deep bloody red, his sclera darker than night, his features sharper and mature, and an abyssal black tattoo adorned his skin. His pale hair bleached into a snow white, as silver as the very moon. His natural beauty was not even slightly sullied, only made more wild with his new looks. With his transformation complete, Solomon gave off a toothy grin.
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