"Very well. Since you have spoken, I will grant you a dignified end—at least one where your soul is not scattered to the winds like your brothers'. Still, all paths of death in a dream lead to the same destination. The beasts shall devour your soul."
Smith collapsed heavily to his knees, his heart shattered. Why, in this vast, illusory metropolis, had he crossed paths with his enemy Hell? And even more unfortunately, Hell's strength vastly exceeded the intelligence reports they had gathered.
Yet, realization came too late. Hell's sword descended like thunder, piercing his chest. Dark red blood welled up, accompanied by the countless wailing souls released from within his body—innocent lives he had consumed and imprisoned inside himself, suffering purgatorial torture day and night.
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