[The Cornerstone Church is alive with fervor. The pews are filled to capacity, with people standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the back, their eyes glued to the pulpit where Reverend Ezekiel Graves commands their attention. The dim light filtering through the stained glass casts a golden glow across the room, but it is Graves’ voice that illuminates the hearts of his followers.]

[Graves stands tall, draped in his black clerical robe, his white eyes scanning the sea of worshipers before him. His voice rings out, steady and powerful.]

“We are gathered here by divine will. Each one of you, chosen to witness what is coming-what must come. The sins of this world have spread like a plague, but today, you stand with me, as His chosen, to witness the fall of the greatest deceiver.”

[The crowd remains silent, hanging on his every word. A few nod their heads, their faces marked with awe.]

“For too long, the Dark Prince has walked among us, hiding in plain sight, spreading his lies. But no longer. The Almighty has spoken, and He has made His will clear. I, your shepherd, will bring the Devil to his knees.”

[A ripple of gasps and whispers passes through the congregation, the weight of his words sinking in. Graves raises his hand, silencing the room.]

“The day of judgment is upon us. At Ring King, I will confront the Dark Prince himself, Old Nick Morningstar, and deliver the judgment he has spent his life evading. You, my flock, will witness the day that evil is vanquished.”

[Graves steps forward, his voice rising, filled with righteous fury.]

“Old Nick thinks he can escape the wrath of God, that he can hide behind his lies and tricks. But he will beg for the Almighty’s eternal salvation! I have waited my entire life for this. I have suffered, been tested, and been forged in the fire of divine purpose, all for this moment.”

[The congregation is breathless, their eyes wide with awe as Graves paces at the pulpit, his voice booming.]

“At Ring King, it is not just a wrestling match. It is prophecy. It is the end of the deceiver’s reign. I will stand in that ring, not as a man, but as the hand of divine judgment. When I strike him down, the world will know Heaven’s fury is unstoppable.”

[Graves pauses, the weight of his words settling over the room like a heavy mist.]

“Old Nick, the serpent who has slithered through this world for too long, will be cast down. I will stand as the judge, jury, and executioner of salvation.”

[He looks out over his followers, who remain transfixed, utterly captivated.]

“The Lord’s will shall be done, and I will be welcomed into eternity as His champion. But you, Nick? You will burn. You will be cast down, condemned to suffer for all time.”

[The silence is thick as his followers stare, their faith unshakable. The screen fades to black.]