Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

Seeing that Ragna was on guard and integration was hopeless, Lucifer, arriving in a rush, unfurled his wings in a desperate attempt to escape from Heaven.

To assist Michael, he had intended to join forces with him against Ragna and reclaim the Hellforge, the infernal crucible that fueled Hell's very existence.

But they couldn't win now.

Survival took precedence.

As for Michael? Let him die.

Lucifer was once the brightest of Heaven's hosts—but now, he was Satan. Yet, no matter how swiftly he spread his wings, he could not outrun the power of the Space Stone.

Ragna raised his left hand slightly, and a shimmering blue aura coiled around Lucifer, binding him in an unbreakable grip.

Lucifer's momentum halted abruptly.

"I told you," Ragna said softly, his voice carrying a cruel finality. "Today, you both die."

His left hand tightened its grasp, the Space Stone's power suppressing Lucifer, while his right hand gathered the unrelenting fury of the sun before hurling it at Michael.

"The power of the Blazing Sun?" Michael bellowed in shock. In response, he brandished his greatsword—a celestial crossblade wreathed in divine white flames.

"Heaven's fire eclipses all light!"

Fist met sword.

Ragna's golden fire and Michael's white inferno clashed in an explosion of energy. The holy flames scorched through Ragna's body, but he merely glanced at them before exhaling sharply.

The sacred fire was snuffed out in an instant.

"That's it?" Ragna scoffed, contempt dripping from his words. "You dare compare this to the sun?"

Golden flames rained down upon Ragna, wrapping him in an infernal radiance. Without hesitation, he pressed his assault, his flames devouring the battlefield as he forced Michael into retreat.

Michael fought back valiantly but was steadily overwhelmed.

He was not the One Above All.

"Lucifer, for the sake of Heaven and Hell—help me!"

Michael roared for aid. Weak angels rushed to assist, only to be incinerated upon touching the golden flames cloaking Ragna's form.

Lucifer heard Michael's desperate cries but cursed internally, his mind fixated on the constraints of the Space Stone.

"If I don't escape, I'm next!"

Lucifer howled his own plea for rescue.

The spatial prison did not injure him, but it would seal his fate once Michael and the angels fell.

And if Lucifer broke free?

He would flee.

The Hellforge was lost. Hell itself was doomed.

But so what?

The Ragnarok of the gods was inevitable.

Even the One Above All and the true Satan had contemplated ways to preserve their dominions, but in the end, neither Heaven nor Hell would escape annihilation.

The only choice was survival.

Lucifer and his remaining demon lords could flee and live another day.

But to fight Ragna now? That was suicide.

Michael glanced at the bound Lucifer before taking a searing strike from Ragna. His armor cracked, blackened from the blow, but he had accomplished his goal—Lucifer was free.

Lucifer wasted no time.

The instant he broke free, his wings beat furiously as he shot toward Heaven's exit.

Lucifer and Michael had once stood as Heaven's twin pillars—the left and right hands of the One Above All. If they combined their power, they could unleash a fraction of their creator's might, potentially holding their ground against Ragna.

But synchronization took time.

And time was something Ragna would never allow them.

Lucifer knew this.

Without full synchronization, they would be crushed when Ragna's forces overwhelmed them.

His choice was clear.

But it was too late.

Holy Kaisha, Heaven's most powerful Archangel, had already descended.

She led an elite host of angels, their formation perfectly aligned.

With their battle formation complete, they blocked Lucifer's path.

"Lucifer, you—"

Michael turned, seeing Lucifer halt mid-flight, his retreat cut off. He scanned the battlefield.

Heaven's warriors were nearly annihilated.

Heaven was lost.

"All angels! For the glory of the One Above All—ignite the Heavenflame!"

Michael roared in desperation, initiating the ultimate sacrifice. The remaining angels would burn themselves as fuel, amplifying the Heavenflame's power in one last attempt to repel Ragna.

If the Heavenflame remained, if faith on Earth endured—then Heaven could be reborn.

But then—

A delicate hand tossed a glowing white ember through the air.

Valina smirked.

"Looking for this?"

The Heavenflame.

It was in her grasp.

Michael's hope crumbled into despair. He locked eyes with her, but said nothing.

With no other choice, he abandoned Heaven.

He spread his wings and streaked toward the gates.

As long as the One Above All lived, Heaven would not perish.

But—

A flash of blue.

The gates, so close yet impossibly far, distorted before him.

A voice whispered behind him.

"The One Above All is dead."

Ragna.

Michael looked down.

A flaming sword had pierced his chest.

Golden ichor dripped from the blade as Ragna pulled it free. He studied the celestial blood, noting the lack of power absorption.

With a shrug, he tossed the weapon to a surviving angel.

"Figures. You're not Him."

Ragna turned his attention to Lucifer, who was desperately struggling against Kaisha's formation.

Given time, Lucifer might have broken through.

But he had no time.

Without hesitation, Ragna and Valina joined the battle. The three archangels closed in.

Lucifer, the Morning Star, was extinguished in Heaven.

Surveying the ruins, Ragna ignited a miniature sun in Heaven's core.

The flames of Heaven were now gone.

The passage for souls was severed.

The dimension of Heaven collapsed.

From this moment forward—

Heaven no longer existed.

Ragna cast the last remnants of the Heavenflame and the Hellforge into the Pool of Reincarnation.

A new order began.

Now, when humans died, their souls would no longer ascend or descend.

All souls, righteous or wicked, would enter the Reincarnation Pool.

The corrupt would be broken down into raw energy, fueling the Hellforge.

The devout would be reborn, molded into a new order of angels—loyal only to Ragna.

Heaven had fallen.

Hell, stripped of its power source, could not endure much longer.

But Ragna was not finished.

Using Mammon, the Son of Hell, he traced the hidden pathways shielding Hell's final sanctuaries.

Without pause, his legions marched forth.

Hell was weaker than Heaven—especially now that Lucifer was dead.

The strongest remaining demon, Mephisto, was only a fourth-tier entity.

But Mephisto never appeared.

He had fled.

Perhaps he hid among mortals.

Mephisto was once destined to succeed Satan and rule Hell, but Lucifer had usurped his throne.

He had resented Lucifer ever since.

Upon learning of the Hellforge's fall and Lucifer's death, Mephisto, for the first time, resisted his own greed.

He did not fight for Hell's throne.

He fled.

As long as sin existed in humanity, Mephisto could always feast upon their corruption and persist.

Ragna scanned the world, but Mephisto remained hidden.

Ragna smirked and shook his head.

Mephisto could wait.

For now, he had another connection to make.

Loki.

Summoning the Angel Legion through the Space Stone, Ragna deliberately manipulated its energy signature.

It was erratic. Chaotic.

A beacon across the cosmos.

And among those watching—

Was Thanos.

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