Beyond the Apocalypse

The heavens did not merely open.

They ruptured.

When Vlad and his Antimatter Doppelgänger invoked Heaven’s Gate together, the sky transformed into an ocean of blinding gold. Tens of thousands of portals manifested in layered constellations, overlapping, interlocking, expanding outward until they covered the firmament from horizon to horizon.

This was not the fragmented activation the Nightmare Universe had forced earlier.

This was controlled.

Refined.

Amplified.

Even the manifestation that the True Depravita of Wrath had unleashed during his assault on Heaven could not compare with the power of this barrage. It was done by two Paragon Rank powerhouses with a Half-Step Empyrean life level.

Its might was so immense that it could erase entire sectors of the universe and consume galaxies.

Vlad stood at the epicenter, the Quantum Eye blazing as it seized absolute dominion over the surrounding space. Beside him, the Antimatter Doppelgänger—its eyes radiating the absolute coldness of the True Depravita of Pride—mirrored every gesture with flawless precision.

Two wills.

One authority.

The portals trembled.

Then—

They fired.

An ocean of god-weapons descended.

Not in scattered volleys.

Not in chaotic rain.

But in synchronized annihilation.

Each blade, spear, halberd, and celestial construct carried Paragon-tier authority. Each one descended wrapped in compressed Divine Power and spatial distortion, and enhanced by the power of the Devil Bloodlines and Demon Souls controlled by the True Depravitas fused into Vlad’s soul.

As they fell, the air ignited into golden plasma, friction alone setting the forest in the distance ablaze.

Beelzebub’s expression hardened, and he roared with all his strength, releasing a torrent of blue plasma into the sky.

Baal roared and thrust his spear skyward, gravitational waves exploding outward to intercept the first wave.

The collision detonated like the birth of a star.

Shockwaves expanded in concentric rings, flattening what remained of the Xaos City. Seeing the city that he and his people built with so much effort pained the Xaos King, and he transformed all that pain into wrath.

The god weapons feel with even more strength, the blast growing stronger, entire mountain ranges shattering in an instant. Oceans hundreds of kilometers away rose into towering walls before being blasted apart into vapor.

And that was only the end of the first impact.

The second wave struck before the dust could settle.

Then the third.

Then the fourth.

The Devil Paragons’ defensive fields began to fracture under the sheer density of the assault.

Unlike before, when Heaven’s Gate had been a singular storm—

This was multiplicative.

Vlad controlled half.

The Doppelgänger controlled the other.

Their trajectories intertwined, creating crossfire patterns that eliminated safe zones entirely. Every attempt to dodge forced the Devils into the path of another barrage.

And it did not take long before the first wound appeared.

A spear the size of a cathedral pierced through Baal’s gravitational barrier, detonating against his shoulder and driving him backward through the sky. Another construct exploded against Beelzebub’s temporal shield, fracturing time around him into jagged shards.

The sky collapsed.

The earth shattered.

Continents split open as residual blasts tore across the planet’s crust. Though Terra’s reinforced laws prevented total annihilation, entire regions were reduced to glowing craters of molten stone.

That was the price of containing a Paragon Tier battlefield.

Beelzebub’s claws move faster and faster, destroying every weapon that was coming closer to him. His speed and temporal jump allowed him to stay one step ahead, but the god weapons were not only fast, but they seemed to have a mind of their own, searching for an opening.

And finally, they found one. The Devil Paragon of time snarled as two divine blades impaled him simultaneously, pinning him midair before detonating in blinding succession.

At the same time, a spear had pierce throgut Baal’s knee, making the Devil Paragon clench his teeth in agony before it wepaons burst into an ocean of golden flames.

The two Devil Paragons were forced downward, pucking mouthfuls of blood. They were exactly before the battle even began, and the barrage was simply to powerufl.

They slammed into the surface of Terra like falling worlds, carving trenches thousands of kilometers long before grinding to a halt.

Using all their power, they immediately rose, only for the god weapons barrage to concentrate all their power in the craters around them. Beelzebub and Baal used all their power to defend themselves; their energy and soul forces forged a shield that protected them from the barrage.

Yet second by second, the pressure was rising until finally they knelt.

Not from submission.

But from force.

Vlad and Overlord’s eyes showed no mercy or reprieve, and they just continued to attack

The bombardment did not cease. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Golden weapons rained down relentlessly, crushing gravitational waves, tearing temporal distortions apart, driving both Devils deeper into fractured stone.

Never had the Devil Paragons been submitted to such shame and humiliation. They were as old as the star, and yet they were kneeling before two beings who were not even a century old.

Baal roared in fury, slamming his spear into the ground. Gravity inverted violently, flinging thousands of incoming weapons away in a spiraling maelstrom.

Beelzebub burned more of his soul.

Time convulsed around him, compressing into dense layers that slowed the descent of the storm just enough for him to rise.

Vlad and Overlord’s eyes narrowed as they saw that. Even after all their wounds, the power of the Devil Paragons was still immense. They glanced at each other, and after a second, they nodded and lowered their hands.

At last, the barrage thinned.

The heavens dimmed as the portal of god weaponds faded.

Smoke and divine residue filled the sky, and golden fire still permeated the firmament.

Baal stood first, blood dripping from dozens of wounds that refused immediate regeneration.

Beelzebub emerged beside him, several holes spread across his chest, temporal energy flickering erratically across exposed muscle.

The Devil Paragons were badly wounded adn feel beyond exhausted, but they understood that if they dared to relax or care for their wounds, they would die. There was only one way through this ordeal, and that was pushing through.

Their auras surged as they shot toward the sky, ready to fight with every ounce of power in their souls.

Just as the duo was about to reach the figure of the Xaos King and his doppleganger, the power of space around them trembled.

Vlad vanished.

The Antimatter Doppelgänger vanished.

Space folded inward as both reappeared from opposite flanks.

The Quietus Sword cleaved downward, spatial collapse compressing into a razor-thin arc aimed at Baal’s neck.

Simultaneously, the Doppelgänger’s antimatter-bathed Excalibur thrust toward Beelzebub’s spine, crimson energy erasing space in its wake.

The Devil Paragons reacted on instinct.

Baal twisted, gravitational force bending the trajectory of the Quietus Sword just enough to avoid decapitation. Yet the Xoas King still managed to carve across his chest, splitting flesh and bone.

Beelzebub froze a fraction of time, shifting half a step to avoid being bisected—yet the antimatter blade still tore through his side, annihilating a chunk of his torso before temporal restoration began desperately stitching him back together.

The Devil Paragons clenched their teeth, ignoring the pain, and countered.

Baal’s spear swung in a devastating arc that shattered space for thousands of kilometers. Vlad blocked, but the impact hurled him across the sky, ribs cracking despite layered defenses.

Beelzebub reappeared behind the Antimatter Doppelgänger, claws laced with temporal severance. They struck—

And passed through.

The Antimatter Doppelgänger dissolved into crimson plasma only to reform behind him, Pride’s laughter echoing coldly as Excalinur detonated point-blank against Beelzebub’s back.

Alotugt the Antimatter Doppelgänger could not use Quantum Expanse; due to its unique composition, it could burst apart and reforge whenever it wanted. Of course, that consumed a massive amount of energy, but it was worth it if it could take a Devil Paragon by surprise.

The explosion of Excalibur split the sky, consuming the figure of Beelzebub.

However, before the True Depravita of Pride could get happy about that strike, his eyes narrowed as he felt the presence of Baal manifested behind him, the gravitational power of the spear preventing his body from dispersing, makin git imposible to dodge the spear.

Yet, before Baal could land his attack, Vlad reentered the fray instantly, folding space to trade places with his clone mid-assault. Immledyt the True Depravita of Wrath rose the Quietus Sword and clashed against the spear.

And while the Xaos King and Baal were locked, Overlord appeared between the two, slashing toward the Devil Paragon’s chest, cutting deep into his guts.