Inside the Gospel Throne.
Dazzling light descended from above, illuminating every inch of the interior. Sacred hymns echoed through the air. Beneath the blue sky stood a world filled with strange and magnificent structures, with white-stone paths winding between countless shaded groves.
Within this immense space, vast enough to encompass the entirety of hell, six utterly distinct realms were linked by colossal pillars that pierced heaven and earth, forming the true body of the Gospel Throne.
Solemn statues and exquisite decorations filled this tranquil, beautiful paradise, making it impossible to look away.
There was no darkness, nor any hideousness.
It was as though there were no flaws at all. Only the legendary Heaven could rival such a sight.
To adorn this solemn throne that proclaimed the gospel, Beatific Land had exhausted countless treasures and relics from hell, sparing no expense in decorating every inch of its space.
Every breath of air, every ray of sunlight, even every leaf had been made flawless beneath the meticulous care of fanatics. Countless Abyssal Painters had also racked their brains to offer it paintings, architecture, and more.
In the near future, once the Gospel Throne was complete, it would become the divine chariot capable of bearing the supreme omnipotent God through hell to spread the gospel.
This was a throne offered to the true God. No flaw or error could be permitted. Even the number of stone bricks and the total number of paths had to conform to the seven sacred numbers of God.
Perfect symmetrical aesthetics were displayed everywhere. Even the craftsmen entering it had to chant scriptures and receive baptism. Only after washing away original sin could they step onto this immaculate land of bliss and earn the great honor of being buried here after the project was complete.
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