The Whore of Babylon is dragged into judgment as the heavens roar open with unbearable light. Her sc…
Prompt
The Whore of Babylon is dragged into judgment as the heavens roar open with unbearable light. Her scarlet robes ignite, peeling from her body as living fire branded with holy scripture sears her flesh. The seven-headed beast beneath her turns feral, devouring itself in agony as angelic forces descend like executioners—faceless, radiant, and merciless. Trumpets blast so violently the air fractures, and chains of blinding light bind her limbs, lifting her screaming above the ruins of the world she corrupted. Her golden cup shatters, spilling curses and damned souls that are instantly erased by divine fire. The sky rains judgment—hail, flame, and thunder—while the earth rejects her, cracking open to swallow her throne. God’s wrath is absolute and impersonal: no redemption, no mercy, only annihilation. Her fall is slow, public, and final—a warning carved into the end of creation itself.
