Kraven stood before the throne of the first rebel — Satan, the Morning Star, Lord of Lies.
All the demon generals were dead. Their corpses lay broken, their essence absorbed into the twin cursed daggers, now fused into a titanic blade — The Blade of Mourning — black as death and glowing with vengeful fire.
Satan towered above Kraven, his form shifting endlessly: angelic, monstrous, divine, infernal. His wings shrouded the sky. His breath scorched the obsidian stones. His crown was forged from the bones of gods.
"You have spilled enough blood, mortal," Satan said. "Turn back now, and I will restore what you lost. I can return your family."
Kraven's eyes, burning with ember light, did not waver.
"They will return," Kraven said, his voice cold as steel, "but not through your mercy. Through your end."
Satan roared.
The sky split. The foundations of Hell cracked. The ground beneath Kraven's feet became a molten storm as Satan descended like an avalanche of darkness. The world warped around them — time distorted, space bled.
Kraven charged.
The clash of god and mortal shook all realms.
Satan summoned galaxies of flame, chains forged in angelic suffering, waves of abyssal lightning — but Kraven carved through them, his sword tearing not just matter, but the soul of Hell itself. Every blow from Kraven carried the weight of the 665 layers he conquered. Every strike absorbed more of Hell's power.
Satan gripped Kraven and hurled him across the throneworld — entire cities of the damned collapsed from the impact. But Kraven rose, his body healing in real-time, driven not by vengeance alone now, but divine fury.
He leapt, slicing through Satan's blackened wing, grounding the beast.
Satan bled stars. He screamed, a sound that shattered millions of damned souls.
"You were always a mistake," Satan hissed. "You and your kind. Weak. Mortal. Fleeting."
Kraven impaled his blade into the throne, the ground fracturing around it. He looked Satan in the eye.
"Yet I stand. And you kneel."
With one hand, he summoned the souls of the slain — demon lords, traitor angels, corrupted titans — all absorbed by his blade. Their essence flowed into him. The Ember Revenant form ascended into something new:
Kraven Krane, The Godslayer.
Wreathed in flame and shadowlight, he struck.
His blade pierced Satan's chest.
With a scream that ended eternities, Satan fell backward — his form unraveling, wings crumbling into ash, his crown falling into the void.
From his heart, the Elixir of Life emerged — a single drop of pure essence, gold and white, brighter than all suns.
Kraven caught it.
The throne shattered.
Hell screamed.
And then, silence.
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Kraven emerged into the mortal realm, walking through the remnants of the portal. The village was still ashes, but he knelt in the center, and poured the Elixir across the ground.
Light swept across the earth.
Life returned.
His wife, his children — whole again.
The villagers — restored.
Kraven stood apart, watching them.
He was no longer the man they remembered. Not fully. Not anymore.
From that day, he vanished into legend.
A whisper in the wind.
A shadow in firelight.
Kraven Krane, the Demon-Slayer. The God-Killer. The Immortal Sentinel.
The one who walked through Hell — and came back with life.
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THE END.