The scene shifted.
Isaac felt it. His body was cold, but his spirit burned. He was watching now, not as a visitor, but as someone sharing the memory.
He stood beside Abaddon, no longer in Heaven, but deep within the Abyss.
The air was heavy. Chains clattered in the distance. The screams of imprisoned demons echoed from every direction. Whispers slithered between the cracks in the stone, biting at the ears.
Isaac shivered.
Then, it happened.
Lucifer appeared.
He was not alone. Asmodeus. Mammon. Astaroth. Others whose names were lost to time. They rose from the black pits of the Abyss, eyes burning with defiance.
"We will not stay here forever," Lucifer hissed.
Abaddon stood before them.
Alone.
No fear. No anger.
Only purpose.
Lucifer moved first. His fist came fastl a streak of dark fire.
Abaddon caught it.
