The former King of Hell remained pressed against the vacuum of space. His pale hands trembled as the absolute authority of the realm crushed his spine, forcing him into a posture of total subjugation. The burning black iron crown that had once signified his absolute rule was nothing more than scattered dust drifting through the purple void.
Neo floated silently above the broken entity. His eyes were no longer the golden slits of a dragon. They were bottomless pools of dark matter, swirling with the infinite gravity and suffocating conceptual weight of the Abyssal Trench.
He did not feel pity for the fallen warden. He only felt the cold, mechanical hum of the entire dimension waiting for his next command.
"King Of Hell, You were forged to be a lock. But a lock is useless when the door itself has been dismantled. You are stripped of your title. You are stripped of your authority. From this moment forward, you are simply a prisoner in my domain."
Neo raised his hand.
