The throne room of Hell shook violently. Kairo's crimson aura flared, chains coiling and Bone Blade ready, but even he froze as a voice — cold, absolute, and divine — cut through reality itself:
"Hades… you are no longer useful."
The air split, light and gravity tearing around the words. From the heavens above, a form descended — Lucifer, radiating divine authority that made even the strongest demons recoil in awe and terror.
Hades' eyes widened in disbelief, the confidence that had carried him through eons shattering. "W-what… you dare—"
Lucifer's hand stretched downward, a single motion, and the heavens themselves seemed to obey. Golden, piercing light engulfed Hades. His aura flared in desperation, trying to defend, but the divine judgment was absolute.
"This… cannot… be…" Hades rasped, his voice cracking as the light consumed him. Even the clone's failure, the loss to Kairo, could not save him.
The throne cracked and shattered beneath the intensity of Heaven's strike. Demons screamed in terror and disbelief:
"No… Hades cannot die!"
"This is impossible!"
"The Abyss… it's collapsing…!"
Kairo watched, crimson aura blazing, chains coiling like living serpents. Even in his victory, a chill ran through him — the balance of Hell had been violently rewritten.
Lucifer's gaze swept over the battlefield, unyielding and cold. "The Abyss is mine to correct. You… all… are witnesses."
Hades' form disintegrated under the celestial judgment, the god of Hell himself annihilated. The demons trembled, chaos rippling through every corner of the Abyss, realizing that the Red-Eyed One's victory, the clone's fall — none of it mattered. Heaven had intervened, and Hades' era was ended, not by Kairo, but by a higher, unchallenged authority.
The throne room was silent save for the echo of the last words: