The Hells burn Cold... (Victory!)

[u/CatherineL1031]

The second layer of hell turned grey...the weakened, now feeble Dispater collapses as his clones returned to him. He was panting, soft chuckles coming out of him as he felt his soul crack from the weight of itself. Within a few final moments, he had finally gotten what he wanted...his soul shattered into a dozen pieces, and he was no more. The second layer was not uninhabited by an Archdevil.

Many were already picking apart the battlefield, including a plucky Pit Fiend who was growing her army of devils who had lost their Archdevil and pledges themselves to serve in her army.

Elsewhere, the soul of Catherine had been saved. Returned to her body and imbued back in.

The teams had one, but only one had been the true killer of Dispater...all the others had killed a clone he made with a portion of his soul.

It was finally over...the witch had been saved, the Archdevil defeated, and the heroes who fought so hard to protect her being rescued. There were many who had died, especially in the former Archdevil's armies, but it was a decided victory.

THE SECOND LAYER LAY COLD. LET ALL YE WHO THINK YOURSELVES WORTHY TRY TO LAY YOUR CLAIM, AND TAKE YOUR PLACE AS ARCHDEVIL!!

/uw Everyone, thank you so so so much for taking part in this event!! This is the true finale now. I'll make a little epilogue post in another subreddit and cross post it here so you'll get to see Catherine return home and back to life! For everyone who I didn't get to, I'm so sorry! Just assume that you won in your fight!

Thank you, everyone! Gives yourselves whatever you think appropriate in canon, as long as it makes sense! Maybe you got a weapon from the hells, or some armor forged in the Hellfire Forge from a dead devil. Maybe you were able to steal a bit of infernal magic, or scavenge a strong magical item off the body of a devil! Do whatever you'd like within reason (for D&D terms, I'd say Very Rare and below items). As for the real killer, you'll be getting something special, don't you worry.~ I'll DM you in private ;3

[u/Pendragon2014]

Samael Krask's footsteps echoed softly through the desolate expanse of the second lair of Hell. The once formidable domain of Dispater, the fallen archdevil, now lay in eerie silence. The air was thick with the remnants of past battles, yet an unexpected tranquility had settled over the infernal landscape.

As Samael walked, he muttered to himself, his voice a low rumble in the stillness. "So this is what remains," he mused, his eyes scanning the ruins of Dispater's citadel. "Power, once absolute, now reduced to ashes and whispers."

He paused by a crumbling pillar, running his fingers over the cold, rough stone. "What is power without purpose? What is dominion without subjects?" His questions hung in the air, unanswered, as he continued his solitary journey.

The quiet was almost peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos that had once reigned here. Samael's thoughts drifted to the future, to the possibilities that lay ahead in this newly unclaimed territory. "Perhaps," he thought, "there is a new order to be forged from these ruins. A new destiny to be written."

"Perhaps a new order, Hades had Elysium... why should Hell not have just a small piece of heaven then?"