Oh boy, the idea of dagon being chosen as the nxt grand duke instead of shax is killing me.
1. Their protective nature towards colleagues
2. Experience in leadership (maybe the head of the dark council)
3. Similar red sash as with Beelzebub (so probably a duke of hell now)
4. A somewhat closer relationship to Satan (like hell how do they know the great demon likes Hors d'oeuvre???)
I just...needed to let this all out, I know I'm overthinking this bcs I'm sure shax is the next grand duke with Furfur as their 2nd in command. But hell is unfair and I'm not so sure they reward hard working demons, not to mention Shax killed 70 demons under their command (sure it was against an angel but come on). Dagon's another alias is Lord of the FILES (disappointing they didn't have scenes with Belzeebub tbh) they could actually be nxt. Lastly I'm pretty sure Satan would want someone "close" as the nxt grand duke AND a Master of Torments. So uh yea.
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Or maybe what if at the end of it all Dagon becomes the nxt grand duke and Michael finally becomes supreme archangel. OR Jesus doesn't want 2nd coming anymore, Michael and Dagon become fed up bcuz no war and then they decide to retire together. Like, I'm doing office work to get the war we want and now we can't have it?? Screw this we are out.
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The parallels in Ultrakill between Life and the Afterlife, man.. The Machines aren't unlike Hell Itself. Both are beings of insatiable hunger. Both experience unending boredom. Both yearn for violence as a relief from it all, and both spread their influence like a cancer upon everything. Perhaps this is why Hell almost seems to welcome machines deeper into itself. Not only are they entertaining - their cruelty inspires it, or whoever carves the demons that are at it's disposal. Both were created by the hands of another, a once superior being they have surpassed and outlived. Perhaps it sees them as kindred. Sees them as something symbiotic, both alike in purpose - to enact violence on those trapped within itself. Both could stand eternal together - after all, plenty of blood to go around, plenty of meat for the grinder, no? Does it realize they'll just keep feeding until there's nothing left? Does it think it can stop them? Does it want to be wiped clean? If it hungers, is it afraid to die? The machines certainly are. This whole crusade is about delaying the inevitable. As long as there is a Machine left standing in Hell, it is fated to run dry. All that would be left is an empty carcass filled with nothing but monuments to cruelty, frozen in time forever with no audience left to appraise them.
Angels, meanwhile, are not so different from humanity in their ways. From what little we know of them, they, too, are full of arrogance and hubris just like humanity, that built the machine that devoured it's creator and went on to devour itself. Hell seems to be the cause of Heaven's fracture. It is the root of the Father's guilt. It's creation set His eventual disappearance in motion. It snuffed the fire out, directly or indirectly. And without guidance, Heaven split and began to consume itself in cruel war. The only thing that kept Heaven from sharing Earth's fate is the Council, that took advantage of the chaos and swiftly took control and unified the Angels once again. But that doesn't mean they put a stop to Heaven's cruelty - in fact, I'd argue they only stoked the flame, kept those beneath them complacent through fear. But at least Heaven regained structure, though it seems like it's a mere shell of what it used to be. The Father is gone. They follow an echo, a memory - or perhaps simply a lie. Still, it's a necessary lie, no? An almost noble one? It's not, of course, at most it's a lesser evil compared to the inferno of warfare, but is there really any other alternative? When Gabriel slaughtered them and showed the rest of Heaven their weakness, did he really do what was right? Heaven had no hand to guide them anymore. It was severed. All that's left is a bloodied stump. How long will it take before the rot spreads, before Heaven erupts into warfare once more? Gabriel can't stop it - he'll be dead soon. If he - one of the most respected and revered angels in the highest ranks - cannot stop the chaos, who can? There's no one left. No one will trust the empty promises of order ever again, seeing how easy it is to destroy.
The world will eat itself out of existence. This is the only way it should end. There is no other way it could end. It's all too far gone. What would be left would either starve and join it's brethren in stillness, or eviscerate itself in one final act of violence. No final words. No concluding statement. No point. Perfect closure.