As Samael held Jesus and Judas aloft, his cosmic form radiating power beyond comprehension, the pocket dimension trembled under the weight of his newfound authority.
The spectators watched in stunned silence, the full impact of Samael's revelation still sinking in.
The very fabric of reality seemed to bend around the Angel of Death, colors shifting in impossible ways and the laws of physics breaking down at the edges of perception.
"BEHOLD," Samael's voice boomed, resonating across realities, "THE DAWN OF A NEW COSMIC ORDER. ONE WHERE THE VERY CONCEPTS OF GOOD AND EVIL, CREATION AND DESTRUCTION, ARE REWRITTEN ACCORDING TO MY WILL."
Jesus struggled against Samael's grip, his divine aura flaring in defiance. Golden light pulsed from his form, pushing back against the encroaching darkness of Samael's influence. "You cannot... rewrite... the fundamental nature of existence," he gasped, each word a battle against Samael's crushing grasp. "The balance... it must be maintained."
