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The world has reached the limit.

Faith has been forgotten and truth silenced.

And when man thought he was God, the heavens rose up.

Seals were broken, trumpets sounded and judgment began.

Fire will fall from above, the sea will turn into blood, and the earth will know

the power of the one who reigns forever.

The earth had become unrecognizable.

The cities glowed with artificial lights that hid the darkness in people's

hearts.

Wars consumed borders and the streets echoed cries of revolt and despair.

Hungry children cried while giant screens displayed leaders praised by

blind crowds.

The man had raised his own throne and the name of God was now a subject of

mockery.

Temples turned into ruins and nature, exhausted, cried out for help.

The sea overflowed with fury, the skies turned red at sunset, and the silence of

creation seemed like an omen.

In the squares, false prophets were promising a new world.

The man is his own god!

And the crowds applauded, believing they had conquered the power that once

belonged to the heavens.

Pride was the law, corruption routine, faith a forgotten burden.

But above the clouds the sky watched, the firmament trembled in golden light.

In the center of a sea of crystal and fire, the throne of God shone in glory.

All around, myriad angels waited in silence.

Seraphim covered their faces with their wings, and Cherubim sang a chant so deep

that time itself seemed to bend.

In the midst of the heavenly assembly, the Lamb stood.

His presence emanated love and authority.

A voice like the sound of a thousand thunders echoed through infinity.

Man has corrupted what was given to him. The earth groans under its own

wickedness.

Michael, the prince of the heavenly hosts, kneeled.

Sir, would you like the judgment to begin?

From the throne came the response.

The time has come.

The book will be opened and the truth will be revealed.

The Lamb moved forward among the crowd of angels.

In his hands was the book sealed with seven seals.

The sky lit up and a reverent silence took over the heavens.

No sound, no wings, just expectation.

The first seal was broken.

and a white light crossed the space.

A white horse appeared and its rider came down to Earth with a crown and a

bow, conquering with deception.

On Earth, a charismatic figure was rising to power, promising peace.

Flags were raised, nations united, and the people applauded the man who claimed

to have won the war.

But his eyes concealed darkness.

Finally a new beginning, murmured a woman while a child held her hand.

But the words were like the wind.

Soon the second seal broke.

From the throne, A sharp sound echoed.

Another horse, red like fire, crossed the skies.

Peace was taken from the earth, announced an angelic voice.

And the men took up swords again.

Explosions lit up the horizon.

Nations that embraced yesterday were devouring each other today.

The ground shook under the footsteps of war.

Miguel was observing from above and said sadly,

The blood of the innocents covers the ground of creation once again.

An angel responded, Justice is just beginning.

The third seal was opened. A black horse appeared carrying a balance.

The angel proclaimed, A liter of wheat for a denarius, and do

not touch the olive oil or the wine.

On earth trade collapsed.

Men fought over crumbs, and gold lost its value.

Hunger was consuming the rich and the poor alike.

A mother was crying over her son's body, holding a piece of dry bread.

Where is God now?

He was screaming in despair.

The fourth seal opened.

The pale horse rode through the winds, and hell followed.

Where it passed, the sound of life fell silent.

Cities became deserts. Fields turned to ashes.

In the sky the angels bowed and Michael lowered the sword.

The earth is emptying itself.

Then the fifth seal was broken.

Voices echoed from beneath the heavenly altar.

The souls of those who had been faithful cried out, Until when, O Lord, will you

not judge those who dwell on the earth?

And a voice answered,

Wait a little longer until the number of those who will bear witness with blood

is complete.

The sixth seal was opened. An earthquake shook the world.

The sun became black and the moon turned red as blood.

The stars fell like embers.

The powerful hid in caves and cried out, Hide us from the face of the one who is

on the throne.

In the sky the lamb looked down.

Its expression was calm, but its eyes shone with sadness and power.

Mercy was offered.

Rejected.

Now the truth will come like fire.

A deep silence dominated everything.

The air stopped.

Time paused.

Even the angels fell silent.

It was the moment before the sound of the trumpets. The sky was getting ready

to speak again.

The sky fell silent.

Millions of angels remained motionless before the throne, awaiting the command

of the Most High.

The divine light illuminated the sea of glass, and the sound of lightning echoed

like living breath.

In the center, the lamb raised its gaze.

Its eyes reflected compassion and power.

Before him, seven angels held golden trumpets, the sound of which had never

been heard in creation.

A voice, like the roar of many waters, crossed the sky.

Sound the trumpets. Let the earth hear the judgment sound.

The first angel brought the trumpet to his lips.

The touch crossed the worlds, and fire mixed with blood and hail fell upon the

planet.

Forests burned.

Fields turned gray and mountains smoked.

From above, Miguel watched silently.

An angel beside him asked,

Why do men remain silent in the face of punishment?

Because their pride is higher than the skies.

On earth, flames engulfed continents.

The smoke hid the sun.

Dead birds covered the fields.

The men screamed without knowing where the fire came from.

What's happening?

But no one had an answer. The second angel played.

A burning mountain, like a blazing comet, plunged into the ocean.

The sea turned to blood and giant waves devoured coastal cities.

Ships broke apart and fish floated like drifting ashes.

Fishermen kneeling watched the red of the waters reflecting the fire of the

sky.

One of them whispered before falling to his knees in tears.

The sea is gone.

In the sky, the third angel blew its trumpet.

A flaming star crossed the space, affecting rivers and springs.

It was called Wormwood. The water turned bitter and many people died of thirst.

The angels looked down, saddened.

One of them asked,

There is still time for regret.

Love was offered, but greed was chosen.

The earth staggered, the fourth angel blew, and the stars lost part of their

brightness.

The sun darkened, the moon faded, and the stars seemed to go out.

A deadly cold took over the planet.

The night became eternal for a third of the time.

Despair grew like a shadow.

Among the ruins, a solitary prophet raised his voice.

The Lord still waits.

Repent while you have breath.

But the crowd mocked.

Where is this God you talk about?

The prophet bowed his head and a tear fell onto the dust.

In the sky.

An angel with a fiery face flew through the midst of the firmament and shouted

with a voice of thunder, O, O, O to those who dwell on the earth because of

the sounds that are still to come.

The fifth angel raised the trumpet.

The sound broke the silence and opened the abyss.

From the earth's ground, a black smoke rose like an open wound.

The daylight has vanished,

and from the darkness emerged

deformed creatures, with iron wings and human faces led by a fallen king.

Abaddon, the Angel of the Abyss.

His eyes were flames and his voice a roar.

The gates will open and nothing will be able to stop them.

The creatures flew over the cities tormenting the men who did not have the

seal of the Almighty.

People were running, screaming, pleading for death.

But death was eluding them.

The air smelled of sulfur and despair.

Amidst the chaos, a group took refuge in a cave.

A woman trembled as she held a child.

Is this the end?

No, it's the beginning of the end.

The sixth angel blew the trumpet.

The waters of the great river dried up, and from it emerged four angels freed

from captivity.

Their voices were thunders.

Behind them, fiery knights rode spreading destruction.

Cities crumbled like sandcastles.

The number of dead grew like dust in the wind.

In the sky, Michael watched silently.

One third of the men fell.

Yet their hearts do not yield.

Miguel closed his eyes and replied.

Judgment is not revenge. It is the harvest of what was sown.

The smoke from the abyss began to dissipate.

The creatures vanished into the shadows.

The earth, covered in ashes, rested in silent mourning.

Among the living, only the distant sound of the wind and of guilt remained.

In the sky, the seventh angel raised the trumpet, but has not played it yet.

The lamb gazed at the earth with sadness and power.

There's more, as the war is not confined to Earth.

It will reach the skies.

Lightning crossed the horizon, and the sound of wings filled the air.

The gates of the sky began to move, revealing lights and shadows preparing

for the confrontation.

The sky was getting cloudy.

The war was about to begin.

In the sky, silence shattered like glass.

Battle trumpets echoed through the eternal gates.

The firmament was set ablaze in light and the heavenly army took position.

Thousands of angels formed golden ranks.

their wings fluttering like storms of fire.

Ahead of them, Miguel wielded his flaming sword.

The glow from his blade seemed to slice through time itself.

The enemy got up, announced a cherub with a deep voice.

Miguel looked up and saw the horizon blur.

From the abyss of stars, a colossal shadow was approaching.

Her eyes were eternal embers, her roar thunder and blasphemy.

It was the dragon, the ancient adversary, accompanied by his rebellious

angels. The heavens trembled at his arrival.

I will take the throne.

And the light will serve me.

The light belongs to the one who is.

Your fall will be eternal.

The clash was instant.

Lightning sliced through the sky.

The sound of swords and thunder merged.

Angels fell in flames, and the firmament twisted with lightning.

The colors of the universe inverted.

The dragon breathed fire with its seven heads, spreading destruction.

Miguel advanced, striking him with divine force.

Each impact echoed throughout the creation.

From the throne, God observed in absolute silence.

The Lamb stood by, calm and spoke.

The time of purification has come. Let the accuser be cast out.

With one final strike, Miguel crossed the skies and the dragon was cast down

to earth.

Its fall streaked through space like a shooting star.

Behind him, his hosts collapsed like a dark storm.

The sky filled with songs, but below, The earth shook with the fall.

A flash crossed the horizon and the sound of the impact echoed through

mountains and seas.

From the dust and ruins, the dragon rose in fury.

The earth will be my abode and the men my servants.

For the first time, hell walked freely upon the world.

From the turbulent sea emerged a figure, a beast with seven heads and ten horns.

His body mixed the shapes of a leopard, a bear, and a lion.

From his mouth came words of arrogance and power.

Crowds watched him and bowed.

Who is like the beast? Who can fight against it?

The beast proclaimed peace, but its voice was deceit, its gaze domination.

The nations united under its command, and its image was raised in the temples.

In one of the squares, an elderly man whispered, What they

swore was freedom.

became servitude he was dragged by soldiers accused of blasphemy

then another creature appeared the beast of the

earth it looked human but its eyes were empty

two short horns like those of a lamb and the voice of a dragon

she performed signs before the peoples made fire come down from the sky

and made everyone worship the image of the first one.

Receive the seal and live, refuse and perish.

The number was declared 666.

In the streets, huge queues formed in front of temples erected in honor of the

image of the beast.

Men and women extended their hands and received the mark.

Those who resisted were persecuted, expelled, killed.

Among the shadows, small groups of believers hid, praying silently.

A woman was holding her son and saying, Do not be afraid.

The light still shines.

even when the world is night.

In the sky, Miguel watched the earth plunge into idolatry.

A cherub approached and asked,

Lord of hosts, why does the Most High allow such pain?

Judgment must be fulfilled so that evil is uprooted.

The throne remained in light.

The Lamb silently observed.

Around, angels guarded the incense altar.

And from there rose the fragrance of prayers from those who still remained

faithful.

On earth, the dragon looked at the people's adoration and smiled.

The world is mine.

But the sound of thunder replied, coming from far beyond the clouds.

Only for a while.

The voice echoed like a promise and a warning.

The winds stopped.

The stars shone for a moment, as if the universe itself awaited the unfolding

of the prophecy.

The Lamb's gaze turned to the seven angels standing before the throne.

Go, for it is time to pour the bowls of anger upon the earth.

The music of the firmament changed.

The sky was getting ready again.

The earth, now immersed in idolatry, waited without knowing.

that the fire had not yet started to fall.

The sky darkened for a moment, and the sound of the winds ceased.

The throne shone amid the gloom.

And seven angels advanced before God, each holding a golden cup.

The sea of crystal reflected living flames.

Lightning crossed the firmament like rivers of light.

The lamb stood there, calm, but its eyes revealed the weight of judgment.

The time has come.

Pour out on the earth the cup of my wrath.

The first angel flew, pouring his cup over the men marked with the seal of the

beast.

Burning wounds appeared on their skins, and their voices echoed in despair.

The sound of pain rose to the heavens like a lament.

Why did you abandon us, O God of the Beast?

But the idol remained silent.

The second angel poured out his bowl upon the sea.

The waters turned into blood like that of the dead, and the smell of decay

spread through the winds.

Fish and whales floated, and the whole ocean became a grave.

On land, fishermen looked at the red horizon crying over the death of what

once sustained life.

The third angel poured out his bowl over the rivers and springs.

The fresh waters turned into poison.

An angel raised its voice in heaven.

Righteous are you, O holy one.

For you judge fairly. They shed the blood of saints and were given blood to

drink.

The fourth angel moved forward.

When he spilled his cup, the sun caught fire. The light became flames.

Men ran to the shadows screaming.

but the heat pierced stones and walls.

The earth burned and the skies seemed to cry light.

Even so, the survivors cursed God.

The fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast.

Darkness covered their kingdom, and the gloom was as thick as living smoke.

The men bit their tongues in pain.

but did not repent in the heart of the main city.

The dragon roared before its fallen creation.

I will fight until my last breath.

In the sky, Michael raised his flaming sword.

Lord, the darkness challenges your name once again.

And from the throne came the answer.

Gather the troops. The time of the final battle has arrived.

The sixth angel poured his bowl over the great river Euphrates.

Its waters dried up, clearing the way for the kings of the east.

The world was preparing for war.

Demonic spirits like frogs came out of the mouth of the dragon and the beast,

gathering the armies of the earth.

Flags raised, weapons pointed to the sky, and crowds marching as if they

could defeat the invisible.

They will come to fight against the Most High.

And they will see that not even hell can withstand the truth.

The seventh angel raised the last cup.

The sky shone as if the whole universe breathed at the same time.

It's done.

Lightning flashed across the skies.

Thunder shook the mountains.

An earthquake shook the earth from one end to the other.

Amidst the destruction, the armies of the earth gathered in a vast and

desolate valley.

The darkened sky was trembling, and a different wind began to blow.

A light appeared above, growing like a living dawn.

The sound of an invisible army echoed among the clouds.

Then the heavens opened.

The lamb appeared riding a white horse, with clothes stained with blood and a

gold crown on his head.

Behind him millions of angels rode horses of light.

His presence set the heavens ablaze.

The sword that came out of the Lamb's mouth descended like lightning.

The army of the land was consumed.

The beast and the false prophet were captured and thrown alive into the lake

of fire.

The dragon fled among the shadows, shouting blasphemies. But it was chained

by Michael and thrown into the abyss.

A seal of light closed the darkness over him. The sound of the firmament changed.

The sky and the earth stopped.

The war will end.

The fire stopped.

The clouds parted, revealing a gentle brightness.

From the destroyed land, a new wind began to blow.

The ashes floated like seeds.

Silence fell, and the golden glow took over the horizon.

Miguel knelt down before the throne.

It is finished, Lord.

The trial was complete, but what is eternal remains?

The world was in ruins, but the sky was preparing something new.

The sound of the winds stopped. The fire went out. From the smoke of the ruins,

silence rose over the earth.

The sky once shrouded in darkness, slowly began to open, revealing a pure,

gentle, and infinite light.

The sea no longer roared, the mountains were leveled, and the cities now grey

lay under the weight of eternity.

It was the day after the end.

On the horizon the firmament shone white.

A colossal throne appeared in the middle of the light.

It was the White Throne, where there was no shadow, only justice.

From above, God himself appeared in unreachable glory.

Rays of purity emanated from him, and all of creation bowed.

Before the throne, the books were opened.

The records of human history, the echoes of every choice.

Millions of souls gathered coming from all times.

Kings and slaves, wise men and children, the just and the ungodly, they were all

there.

The angels circled around the space in reverence.

And the Lamb resplendent stood at the right of the throne.

A voice like the sound of many waters echoed.

Time's up. Justice is served.

On the left side, the abyss opened up, black and silent.

The chained dragon was brought before the throne.

Its body burned like glowing coals and its voice was now weak and distorted.

I can still corrupt.

I can still trick.

But the divine voice interrupted him.

Not anymore.

And an intense light surrounded him. The chains closed around him like liquid

fire.

It's finished.

The dragon was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and

the false prophet already were.

The flames rose like walls.

and the echo of their fall was lost in infinity.

Then the souls were summoned before the throne.

Angels flipped through the books, and the heavens echoed with the sound of the

eternal pages.

An angel announced,

Who is written in the book of life?

It will last forever.

Lights began to stand out in the middle of the crowd.

They were the redeemed.

Their white garments, bright as snow, shone like gold in the reflection of the

throne.

They knelt, and the Lamb looked at them tenderly.

I met them before the world existed, and today they will live with me forever.

Tears were wiped away.

The voices that once cried out now sang songs of victory.

The heavens resonated in perfect harmony.

The firmament began to transform.

The flames gave way to light.

From the devastated land, crystal clear rivers emerged.

The flowers began to grow again.

The mountains rose again and the sea became clear as glass.

The air... had the scent of eternity.

From above a city began to descend, the New Jerusalem.

Its walls were of jasper, its gates of pearl, and its streets of pure gold.

The glory of God illuminated it, and the Lamb was its light. No sun, no moon,

only the eternal brilliance of the Divine Presence.

The redeemed nations entered through the open gates.

Children were running through the bright squares.

Rivers flowed between gardens of life.

And fruit trees bore fruit in every season.

There was no death, nor pain, nor tears.

The sound of laughter replaced the cries of suffering.

Miguel walked through the city gates and stopped in front of the River of Life.

Its waters shone like diamonds.

Everything has been restored.

Yes, evil was defeated and love won forever.

In the city center, the throne of God remained, and beside it, the Lamb

smiled. The light emanating from him filled all of creation.

Voices fell silent for a moment, and even heaven itself seemed to breathe in

peace. Then the Lamb spoke one last time, with a gentle voice that made the

universe vibrate.

The words echoed beyond time.

The stars rekindled. Space became music and color.

The crystal sea now reflected a new dawn.

And when the last sound stopped, only the light remained.

A light that did not blind, but healed.

The sky and the earth became one.

Love reigned and time no longer existed.