Heaven Gate

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At the gates of Heaven, a legion of angels stood guard, their wings spread wide, ready to defend the realm against any demonic threat. Suddenly, Beelzebub, the infamous demon, appeared before them, his presence radiating malevolence.

"How dare you!" thundered the Guardian Angel, his voice trembling with righteous indignation. "You are a demon, forbidden from entering Heaven's gates! What treachery brings you here?"

Beelzebub sneered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, my lord, I'm shocked, shocked by your hostility. I've come to... discuss an old account, one that's been pending for a thousand years."

The angels charged, their swords flashing in the divine light, but Beelzebub halted them with a raised hand. "Ah, no need for violence, dear friends. I've come to reminisce with an old acquaintance, Michael."

Michael, the Archangel, emerged from the ranks, his expression stern. "Beelzebub, you know the rules. Boundaries must be respected."

Beelzebub chuckled, the sound sending shivers down the angels' spines. "Rules, Michael? Ha! You call your weaknesses rules. I know your secrets, your fears. You're still afraid of me, after all these years."

Michael's face hardened. "You may have power, Beelzebub, but you lack strategy, obedience, and purity. You're a creature of chaos, driven by pride."

Beelzebub snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. "Pride? You, who have made mistakes, who have faltered? I was born for this game, Michael. I am the game."

Michael's voice remained steady. "I have no time for your games, Beelzebub. Leave now, before I unleash the full force of Heaven upon you."

Beelzebub vanished, his parting words hanging in the air like a challenge: "You cannot protect them, Michael. I will bring them down."

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