By Dennis Mallonee
In the end, the trap great Lucifer had set was sprung, and the fearful and petty and small-minded among the gods doomed themselves to an eternity of torment, bound to their self-created Hell, set apart and removed forever from the great vastness and wonder of the Void.
And from their vantage point, looking down upon that little speck of receding nothingness, those who had escaped it variously laughed, pitied, or cried for those they had left behind. For Luminos and Fury, for Yultan and Mordak, for Kudzu and Skulk, and perhaps even for Artifice there was a moment of regret.
But the deed was done. The warnings had gone unheeded. The gods had doomed themselves. And over all save those who had the wisdom or the good fortune to free themselves from the trap that had been laid for them, the final victory of the demons had indeed been won.