The transition was immediate, and for a moment, Javier's senses were overwhelmed by a suffocating, scorching heat. He had barely registered God's final words when his body was wrenched from the void and hurled into an existence far worse than death itself.
The world around him was a chaotic, searing maelstrom of flames and shadows. He felt the heat before he even saw it—an unbearable, suffocating pressure that seemed to press against his very soul. His body was still intact, but the air was thick with torment. The pain, however, was immediate. Every inch of his skin felt as though it were being set aflame, as if a thousand flames were licking at his flesh.
He screamed. Not a cry of fear, but of agony. His skin, once flawless, began to sizzle and crack under the intense heat. His body jerked and contorted as flames engulfed him. His muscles burned and twisted, his blood simmering within his veins. His bones felt as though they were dissolving, slowly turning to molten metal as they cracked under the unbearable weight of pain.
Javier: "No... this... this isn't... what I expected..." His voice was hoarse, barely audible above the sound of the roaring inferno around him. His eyes, wide with terror, glanced down at his body. What remained of his skin was peeling away, scorched to the bone.
With every movement, his flesh tore open, his skin melting like wax under the hot flame. The agony was so intense that even his screams were smothered by the crushing weight of his suffering. But this wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that the flames... were relentless. There was no escape.
And then it happened. His bones, already cracking under the pressure, began to burn—slowly, agonizingly, as if every fiber of his body was being remade. The flames worked their way deeper, burning him from the inside out, transforming his very essence.
Javier tried to scream again, but his throat was raw, and the words died in his mouth.
Javier: "Why... why are you doing this?! I... I earned this! I wanted power..."
The voice that answered him came not from any visible source but from deep within the flames themselves, as if the very air surrounding him was alive with consciousness.
Voice of Hell: "You asked for power, Javier Sánchez. Power beyond mortal comprehension. But power is never free. You will pay the price for your ambition."
His body was breaking. His skin, already gone, melted away into nothingness, leaving only the skeletal remnants of a once-human form. His muscles burned away to ash, turning into nothing but a hollow husk. He could feel his bones dissolving under the infernal heat, the marrow turning to liquid and dripping down his frame. But just as his last breath of human life seemed to slip away, a terrible transformation began.
His body began to shift. The pain intensified, each bone reconstructing itself in a horrific, unnatural manner. It was as if something... other was taking over him.
Javier: "No... please... stop...! I... I can't bear this..." His words were broken, fragmented, as his voice cracked under the weight of the transformation.
The fire twisted and warped around him, coiling around his form like serpents. His body began to regrow, but not as it once was. His ribcage expanded unnaturally, reshaping itself into an armor-like structure. His skin, if it could even be called that, began to form into a sleek, dark, metallic sheen—black as night and as smooth as glass. His wings, newly formed, began to sprout from his back, large and black, like the wings of a fallen angel.
Voice of Hell: "You are becoming what you were always meant to be—a fallen one. A being of darkness, born from your own ambition."
Javier's eyes, now glowing with a hellish fire, widened in disbelief as the transformation continued. His once-human form was no longer recognizable. He had become something else entirely, a monstrous figure forged from fire and torment. He was no longer mortal, no longer human. He was something darker, something that could no longer be bound by the laws of his former existence.
Javier: "What... what have I become?! This is not power! This is... this is... hell!"
His words were swallowed by the roaring flames as his new form, a dark and twisted version of what he once was, continued to take shape. His fingers—now long, claw-like appendages—flexed, feeling the weight of his new body. His once-perfect face, now distorted and alien, reflected the agony and fury that burned within him. His mind swirled with confusion, regret, and a growing sense of despair. He had sought power, but this... this was not what he had envisioned.
Voice of Hell: "You wanted to become a god. You sought to transcend mortality, to become something greater. But in doing so, you have lost what made you human. Power... always comes with a price."
Javier's breathing became ragged, his chest heaving under the weight of his transformation. His heart—what was left of it—pounded erratically in his chest. But even as the hellish flames continued to burn away his past life, something within him resisted. A flicker of the old Javier Sánchez, the one who had once been driven by ambition, still lingered in his mind. His thirst for power had not been quenched, even in the face of this excruciating pain.
Javier: "I don't care! I will rise again. No matter what you do to me, I will never stop. I will own this power!"
His voice cracked, but his determination did not waver. The flames continued to eat away at him, but in the end, they couldn't take away his will. His transformation was complete, and the once-human Javier Sánchez was reborn as a dark, god-like entity. His wings flapped, and for the first time, he felt the power coursing through his new form—chaotic, unstable, and bound to the very fabric of Hell itself.
The Voice of Hell faded into the distance, its warning left to echo in the depths of his tortured mind.
Voice of Hell: "The path you have chosen is one of eternal suffering. There will be no escape from your own darkness, Javier Sánchez. You are now part of Hell's eternity."
Javier's dark, glowing eyes stared into the infinite void of his new existence. His body, now a vessel of power and torment, felt like a prison. But his ambition burned hotter than any flame that Hell could offer. He had become something new. Something terrifying. And in the endless suffering that surrounded him, he would forge a path to ultimate power.
Javier: "I will own Hell. I will break free from this prison. And I will conquer everything."
With a screeching roar, his wings flared outward, and Javier Sánchez, now a fallen angel forged in the fires of Hell, took his first step toward his twisted destiny