"It's a tie once more! It's five to five thanks to John von Neumann!"

"We now inch ever closer to the end! Just two victories for either side could lead to victory! Humanity has come so far, farther than any but a few ever considered possible before today!"

Mulciber returned to his normal form. "John von Neumann, that was the best moment of my life! Such beautiful creations I made thanks to your mental blueprints! Thank you!"

The golden man hugged Neumann.

"Thanks for letting my ideas come to life." The polymath reciprocated a little uncomfortably.

"I will be going now, I need to relax! I've never had such a workout of my creative prowess!"

"That sounds like a plan, one I'm gonna steal. After the last ten minutes, I'm gonna need to sleep for a year."

While the duo left to rest, Satan was quiet.

"Mom, aren't you happy? We won. We're two wins away from saving all of humanity!"

After a brief silence where she continued to stay as she was, the devil opened her eyes and looked at her daughter. She smiled, gently. At first it was one that seemed full of love and pride, but then that gave way to one that was bittersweet.

"If only we could've ended this at round ten."

"Mom? Are you fighting next?" Satan hugged her daughter. It was tight. "Mom, you're scaring me. You're gonna win, right?"

"I'm not gonna beat around the bush. Me and Yahweh are gonna go head to head this round. The chances of me making it are next to none."

There was a silence so deep in the immediate aftermath of that sentence that you could hear the movements of quantum particles.

"But, you know her inside and out! You know her weaknesses!"

"And she knows mine."

"But, no, you can't, this isn't fair!" Sin was bawling her eyes out, her vision just a mud of colors. "You're the one that said the gods aren't perfect! You can beat Yahweh!"

Satan, still smiling, loosened her hold on her daughter and looked Sin in the eye. "I might win, but like I said, it's unlikely. I'm gonna give it my all though, I promise."

"Mom." Sin buried her face into her mother's chest. "Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom!" She just kept repeating 'mom' like a broken record. She was overwhelmed by the concept of her mother dying, so suddenly. It never really hit her that her mother was among those that would risk their lives. She wasn't prepared.

The devil stroked her daughter's hair, rocking her a bit. "It's okay. You'll be okay."

"But, you might be gone! I need you! I can't live without you!"

"You don't need me. You're stronger than you think."

"How?"

Sin was pulled away from her mother's chest and made to look her in the eye again. "You don't realize how strong you are, and I'm just talking about fighting. You can really shine if you let yourself, but. I guess I've always been in the way. I've made you follow behind me, when I should've been pushing you ahead."

"What're you talking about? You're the only reason I've gotten this far in life."

"Sin, you were the one who helped me up when I was down. I would've given up by now without you. You've kept up hope this whole time. Even when you lacked confidence, you never gave in. Trust in yourself and trust in me."

"But, I never actually did anything to help."

"You did, and you will. Now, there's something I need you to be ready for." Satan tapped Sin's nose, and a message was mystically sent to her mind. It was a special spell the devil created that would allow for hidden thoughts to be had and secrets to be sent that even Yahweh couldn't detect.

"Wait? I can-"

A finger gently touched Sin's lips. "Don't speak. This is a spell that can only keep things secret if you don't say it out loud."

"I-I-I love you mom." It was all Sin could think to say.

"I love you, too."

Satan wanted nothing more than to run from the fight and stay with her children, her desire ever increasing as she watched her daughter break down, but she knew she had duties to attend to, ones she didn't have a right to give up on.

A kiss to her daughter's forehead and Satan turned away, tracing a finger across her tie, noting how soaked in tears and mucus it was.

Astaroth had a hand on her hip. "Y'know, you promised you'd live to repent for Chemosh."

"I'm still gonna give my all to try and live, but there's some things beyond my control."

"…Why couldn't you've stayed an arrogant bitch? I could be mad at you that way. Now, I don't know where to put my feelings."

"You can hate me, I deserve it."

"You're not making it easier."

"Well, I'd be happy to go on about how I'm the baddest bitch ever who rocked heaven before anybody else."

"There's the cunt I know." Astaroth dryly chuckled.

"Happy to be of service." The next subject of the devil's attention was Death, who hovered in the background as usual. Satan made her way over to him, savoring every moment she still had with her loved ones. She hugged her amorphous shadow blob of a son. "Take care of your big sister, she'll need your support if I'm gone. Also, don't be afraid to open up more, okay?"

The vague image of a skull in Death's mass nodded, a rare moment of the personification emoting in any way.

Satan released Death, ending what could've been the last hug she'd ever give.

Satan stepped up to the exit of the luxury box. She turned back, her eyes gliding across the room. Sin, Astaroth, Death.

She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to start acting like her death was certain. From that point forward, she was putting all her thoughts into the fight, but keeping her heart with her loved ones.

"See ya, everybody. Watch me kick Yahweh's ass."

From the luxury box on the other side of the arena, Yahweh listened intently to Satan's potential last goodbye, feeling strange as she voyeured. She watched the interactions Satan had with her loved one's and felt jealous of both sides. She envied the way Satan had so many that would cry for her, worry for her, beg to see her again, and she envied being the target of Satan's affections, her kindness, and the soft look she so rarely wore.

The creator missed when Satan would hold her with genuine love in her heart.

Gabriel dragged her out of her melancholy musings. "My lady, you will be fighting this round, yes? Do you need anything before you start?"

"I want to be undisturbed until my fight begins."

"Your wish is my command." Gabriel and the other archangels filed out of the room, leaving Yahweh be.

"I could've stripped her of free will. It would've been easy." The creator sat forward and leaned her head against her clasped hands. "But, that wouldn't be real. I wanted it to be real, I wanted it to be real. I could change, but, no, it's too late. But, why don't I just leave things alone? I'm better, that's why. I'm better? Then who? Humans. The other gods? Yeah. So, I'm allowed to do what I want. Why couldn't Satan accept that? We could've been happy. I'm not wrong. I decided right and wrong when I created everything. Everything that happens is Satan's fault."

Holding out a hand, a statuette of Satan appeared, perfectly fitting atop the creator's palm.

Yahweh pet the simulacra of Satan with her finger. The creator didn't notice how she was smiling so sincerely until her face began to feel strained, unused to such an expression.

She touched her face and she bathed in the moment of internal peace like she hasn't felt in a long while. Normally, all she feels is spite, supplemented by occasional spikes of euphoria when she enacts petty revenge.

She missed feeling pure love, and she remembered that it was Satan that caused her to lose such an emotion.

The open palm closed and shattered the statuette into pieces.

"I am fucking Yahweh, and I do what I want. Everyone else has to get that through their thick fucking skulls already. If they did, everything would be fine. Everything will be fine."

"Are you ready? I wanna hear you all scream! Are you ready?"

The audience answered Anansi's call to action, the cries of the gods, humans, and all other manner of spectator resonating, forming a unified declaration of excitement.

"Now that's what I like to hear! We're here for the eleventh round! Humanity just got a second win in a row and things are tied up five to five!"

"This could be either the second to last round or the third to last! Either way, I have a feeling this match will have a tremendous effect on the tournament going forward! I must say, knowing the competitors for this fight, I have never been so excited to watch a duel between champions before!"

"For this round, our guest commentator will be Gabriel, the archangel!"

"Thanks for having me."

"Do you have anything you'd like to say to the lovely viewers?"

"I'd just like for everyone to get ready, this match will definitely be a standout in this tournament."

"Didja hear that? Get hyped everybody because this round is gonna be nuts!"

"For requests this time around, the fighter for godkind asked, or rather ordered, this!"

The planet that Revelations was taking place on swapped to a new reality and the sight of it stirred up memories in Dante Aligheri, as well as many, many others.

It was Hell, the lowest circle of Hell, Treachery, the place where traitors were incarcerated, including Satan.

It was a wasteland of ice so cold it transcended logic to go beyond infinitely below absolute zero. At the lowest point of Hell, and of all things, was the frozen lake Cocytus, and at the deepest, most central point of the lake was Judecca, where Satan was normally kept and tortured in endlessly more eldritch ways. Cocytus was floating at what the spectators perceived as above them, like a ceiling, looming. No light normally existed in Treachery, but through Yahweh's will, all inside the land of deepest tortures was apparent, while Treachery's cold was blocked from reaching those in the arena.

"We are now in the Hell of Hell, the lowest point in existence, exactly opposite to the Empyrean!"

All those who had known the pain of the lowest Hell began having panic attacks. The pain etched into a being after even the slightest picosecond in the frozen abyss could not be compared.

"As for what the human wanted, we're gonna get a bit of clashing scenery."

The actual battlefield itself shifted from a swath of checkerboard floor to a verdant land of all plants that can be called beautiful. It was a rainbow of colors against an emerald backdrop. Thick forests looked so inviting, like a blanket after a laborious day and fields of grass were asking to be frolicked across.

At the garden's center was a great tree like a pillar ready to hold up the firmament. The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

"It's a replication of the Garden of Eden!"

Artists of all forms began creating whatever their preferred form of self expression was using whatever they had available. They couldn't sit still at the splendor before them, the ultimate muse for one who comprehends the joy of creation.

Those who were feeling trauma at the sight of Treachery felt their hearts calm, their minds soothed, such was the power of Eden's Garden

"Now, it's time for the eleventh fighter of the gods to make their appearance!"

A doorway formed above the Tree of Knowledge, One of all metals and jewels, one that was decorated with the image of the creator in all forms, from statues, to embossments, to paintings. The double doors slowly parted and an omnichromatic light breached through the gate.

"In the beginning, there was darkness, and then The Lord said, 'Let there be light.' and creation was born. Now, it is time to meet The Lord."

"She is the creator of all things."

"She has many names."

"She is the most important being to ever exist."

"To ever transcend existence."

"To ever grace us all."

A shape peaked through the shine, a woman of beauty incomprehensible with hands on her hips, uncolored white hair fanning out like a halo, a divine glory.

The audience was silent, unable to drag words from their throats while trapped in awe.

"Get on your knees, put your foreheads to the ground, and pray."

"Do you think you could face her in battle? All you could do, she could do first, and far better than you could ever imagine."

"Cry tears at her beauty, cry tears at her power, cry tears at her wrath."

"It is the time of judgement."

"It is time to watch the apex of totality in combat."

The light petered out and the creator looked down upon everyone.

"It is time for Yahweh to prove what gods can really do."

The gods were going wild. Any anxieties born from their five losses so far perished upon Yahweh's appearance. No matter what thoughts any of them had of Yahweh as a person, the gods were filled with confidence. The only thing more ubiquitous than her was attitude was her power that was nearly unmatched. Yahweh was one of the four Gods of Gods, the strongest deities in existence, along with Amaterasu, Ādi-Buddha, and Brahman.

Technically, there was also Azathoth, but they were in a league of their own, and were, in many ways, something that didn't even count as a deity.

Humanity was in terrified silence. They could tell just with the slightest glance that she was on a level that made nearly every previous fighter look infantile, barring Amaterasu, Elizabeth, and Neumann, and even then, they were definitively weaker.

Just last round, the supreme Taoist god was nothing more than a puppet on strings when Yahweh used her powers.

The hope that had built up within humanity over the last ten rounds was draining away as Yahweh simply floated above everyone, the gate behind her closing.

The doorway crumbled, but then the pieces started coming back together, the gate reshaping.

The creator turned to see the changing gate, her brow scrunching as she was puzzled at what was happening.

The new doorway was like the last, except it was decorated with images of Yahweh depicting her as a prideful, cruel being. It showed the creator playing with people like dolls before throwing them away. It showed her tearing down cities for minor slights. It was about as unflattering as it gets.

Yahweh floated closer, her face blank as she held in her rage.

As she inspected the gate, the double doors swung open and smacked Yahweh in the face hard enough to fling her to the ground.

Launching out of the door, a blur of a person landed feet first onto Yahweh's face, burying the creator's head in the dirt.

The audience didn't know what to be more flabbergasted about, the fact that Yahweh just got her head planted into the earth, or that the one who did it looked just like her.

Same dark skin, white hair, the only differences were four things. One, her eyes were not windows to all things at once like Yahweh's, instead being red and sparkling like rubies. Two, her hair was not long, instead being a pixie cut. Three, her clothes were different, trading out some strips of cloth and an overabundance of jewelry for a sports bra and compression short. Lastly, she was almost as muscular as Khutulun was, as opposed to the curvaceous, soft form of Yahweh.

The Yahweh look-alike put hand on her cheek as she looked down at the deity she was standing on, her mouth agape in a theatrical manner.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Gee willikers, I hope you're okay." The red eyed woman was speaking with a level of gleeful vitriol that only Yahweh herself could match.

"You cunt!"

Yahweh roared like an animal and the red-eyed doppelganger leapt off the creator's face just in time to avoid lasers from the god's eyes that shattered the top of the barrier as they ascended up toward the frozen lake, creating an explosion upon impact with Cocytus that shook all existence and nonexistence so heavily that totality itself was on the verge of breaking apart.

A crater that took up almost the whole lake remained above as Yahweh floated off the ground, hunched forward with her hands balled up as she stared at the woman that had used her face like a carpet.

"Lilith, how did you do that?"

The human in question leaned back looking down her nose at Yahweh the same way the creator so often liked to do.

"Aw, Yahweh, you look upset. Are you okay?" From the gate above, Satan floated through, the doorway fizzling into nothing behind her. The devil's smirk made Yahweh grab a lock of her hair and lightly tug on it, trying not to rip it out of her skull.

"How was Lilith able to hurt me?"

"She's one of the first humans alongside Adam, and she was designed in your image, so she has divine power, undiluted by generation after generation of mating with normal humans. You should know this, you did it."

"I mean, how was she strong enough to hurt me?"

"Really, you don't know? It's pretty obvious, right Lil?"

"Totes."

"See? Super obvi."

The creator was a step away from destroying something again as she tried using her omniscience to figure out what the answer was. The creator could know all things at all places and all points in time across all timelines and even beyond the bounds of spacetime and beyond the realm of concepts. To ease the potential boredom that would result from knowing everything, Yahweh usually limits her awareness.

Yahweh's eyes were wide. She couldn't figure out how Lilith hurt her, the information was beyond her.

Satan and Solomon worked together to create a spell that allowed for certain information to be kept secret even from Yahweh's otherwise infallible knowledge of all things.

"Just fucking tell me!" the creator barked.

"Wait." Lilith put a finger to her bottom lip and put off the most airheaded expression she could. "You're supposed to know everything, so how don't you already know? That's really weird. Maybe you're not as tough as you think you are or something."

Rip.

The hair Yahweh was pulling tore out of her head. A new lock replaced it so fast most couldn't even tell what happened, but Yahweh's bubbling fury was easy to notice either way.

Satan waved her hand toward the commentators. "Hey, you haven't introduced Lilith!"

"Um. Right. Ah. In, uh, in the beginning, there was, um, um, the Earth, and it was beautiful, and then The Lord filled it with humans, two humans."

"There was Adam, and from Adam's rib came Eve, yes? That's wrong! Before Eve was another female, one born at the same time as Adam!"

"They were created in The Lord's image, and were tasked with following the laws of The Lord."

"The female rejected those laws. She would not submit to her husband, nor would she submit to anyone!"

"She was banished from Eden, forced to live alone until other, normal humans were created to begin filling out the rest of the world."

"And now, she has returned!"

"Now, Lilith has returned!"

The humans watching wanted to cheer, especially after watching Lilith make a fool out of Yahweh, but they were too scared of how the creator would respond to praise of the human after how she slighted her.

"So, that's you ex, huh?" said the second woman, Eve. She looked near identical to Yahweh but with red eyes, just like Eve, except she hadn't changed her style as much. She shared the creator's hairstyle, though she wore a makeshift bikini of leaves and vines. "She's different from what I expected."

Eve's arm wrapped around her husband, Adam, the first male. He also looked like Yahweh with red eyes, the only thing that made him distinctly male being the lack of breasts and a specific organ that was hidden under his underwear of leaves. Other than those, he could easily be mistaken for a female. He even had long hair like his creator and wife.

Adam was shaking like a tuning fork.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"She still scares me."

"What did she do?"

"It's less of what she did, and more of how she acted, or, like, this aura, this confidence she had. It was as scary as Yahweh when she's mad."

"Do you think she could actually take Yahweh?"

"No way, she definitely wasn't strong enough to hurt her, she couldn't even beat the archangels. She might've been able to take some of the other gods in this tournament, though."

"I'd hope she was at least that strong if she's in this tournament. She did just use Yahweh's face as a doormat, so she might've gotten stronger."

"That's possible. I hope she's strong enough to win. She's a good person, even if she's scary."

"I hope so, too."

Yahweh bit the inside of her cheek and began slowing her breathing, letting her anger go from simmering back to a more manageable heat.

"Saty, transform. I wanna get this going."

"Are you sure you don't wanna savor this? You won't get to see my pretty face ever again after this, or any faces for that matter since you'll be dead."

"I definitely won't be seeing your face, but you're the one who won't be seeing anything again." Yahweh started the sentence with bravado, and ended it with another wave of melancholy hitting her.

"We'll see, we'll see. See ya never bitch." Satan was about to transform, but took one more look towards her children in their luxury box.

The devil smiled calmly and she turned into a relic.

In Lilith's waiting hands came a trident of red metal, thin and simple in its design.

Lilith, instead of getting into a combat stance, leaned her new weapon against her shoulder and tapped one of her feet. It was as if she wasn't about to fight with one of the most powerful entities to ever exist.

"You seem down, Yah-Yah. You upset you're gonna die? Wanna talk about it? I can be a shoulder to cry on."

"Just stop talking, just…let there be silence, before we start."

"Fine."

Sin chewed both her lips, still crying.

Astaroth hugged the daughter of the devil from behind. "It'll be okay. Your mom can't die. She's got the devil's luck, literally. Her supernatural luck lets her succeed almost 100% of the time."

"But, Yahweh's luck lets her succeed literally 100% of the time."

"Don't forget what Lilith can do, too. I mean, if Satan and Lilith are working together, it's practically unfair for Yahweh."

"I, I hope you're right, I'm hoping as hard as I can that you're right."

Yahweh's eyes were staring at the ground while Lilith had her eyes closed, swaying her head to and fro, waiting for the fight to start.

"Now then, everybody, are you ready? Cause it's time to watch the tie break! Will humanity snatch the lead for the first time, or will they fall behind once more?"

"The eleventh round of Revelations,"

Yahweh looked to Lilith who was still just bobbing her head, eyes closed.

"Yahweh vs Lilith,"

The creator clenched a fist.

"will begin…"

Gabriel put his horn to his lips.

"now!"

The horn was blown.

Yahweh was already right in front of Lilith, the deity having moved faster than even Shaka or Amaterasu's fastest.

The creator's fist was filled with every kind of energy, every kind of power throughout the totality of existence, nonexistence, and beyond. Every concept and all forces beyond concepts focused into the hand of Yahweh. The fusion of all was in her fist, concentrated as much as there could possibly be. It was a blow that was nigh unparalleled. It was stronger than any other attack used throughout the tournament so far.

"Apotheosis Punch."

Lilith's face took the strike head on.

It did nothing.

At the point of impact, the same exact mix of all powers combined in Lilith's face, countering Yahweh's blow in its entirety.

"What?"

Yahweh felt the trident plunge into her chest, all defenses she had set up beforehand, an array of barriers even Isis at her peak could never create, all turned to nothing.

The three pronged relic was pointed to the frozen landscape above, the impaled deity's blood trickling down the weapon's shaft as her body was held up.

"What was it Nietzsche said? I believe it was, 'God is dead.'"