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CoinbaseNFT Avatar: #00666 Baal – The King of Damnation
Hell shows no mercy. It only has one king. The fires had burned since the dawn of time. Deep beneath the world of mortals, where no light had ever reached, where souls screamed and the darkness itself seemed alive there was only one ruler. His eyes gleamed like molten gold, his skin was red as the blood of countless fallen warriors. His name was not whispered. It was feared.
Baal. The King of Damnation.
But Baal was not always the undisputed ruler of the underworld. Once, he was the mightiest warlord of the demon legions, a general who didn’t just defeat his enemies he crushed them. Thousands stood under his command, yet his thirst for power was unquenchable. He didn’t just want to be a warrior. He wanted everything.
The thrones of Hell were divided, ruled by ancient demon lords who believed themselves untouchable. But Baal knew no fear. He tore apart blood-bound pacts, burned treaties that had stood for eons, and waged war against his own brethren. One by one, they fell. He shattered Belphegor in his own dungeons. He ripped apart Asmodeus with his bare hands. He burned Mammon in an eternal fire that will never die.
With every victory, his power grew. With every fallen soul, his name echoed louder. Hell itself trembled beneath his wrath. And when the last demon lord kneeled before him, begging for mercy, Baal did what he always did. He laughed.
Then crushed his skull in his fist. From that moment on, there were no more divided thrones. No council. No other rulers. Only him.
Now, Baal rules the underworld with an iron fist. No demon dares to challenge him. No god would dare to oppose him. But he is not satisfied. His gaze turns upward. To the world of mortals. Their wars, their heroes, their foolish attempts to resist the inevitable. He sees weakness.
And weakness deserves only one thing
Annihilation. Baal rises. The earth cracks. The sky turns black. And with a single step, he sets foot in the world of men. The King of Damnation has come. Not for conquest. Not for dominion. But to burn everything to ash.
Baal. The King of Damnation.
But Baal was not always the undisputed ruler of the underworld. Once, he was the mightiest warlord of the demon legions, a general who didn’t just defeat his enemies he crushed them. Thousands stood under his command, yet his thirst for power was unquenchable. He didn’t just want to be a warrior. He wanted everything.
The thrones of Hell were divided, ruled by ancient demon lords who believed themselves untouchable. But Baal knew no fear. He tore apart blood-bound pacts, burned treaties that had stood for eons, and waged war against his own brethren. One by one, they fell. He shattered Belphegor in his own dungeons. He ripped apart Asmodeus with his bare hands. He burned Mammon in an eternal fire that will never die.
With every victory, his power grew. With every fallen soul, his name echoed louder. Hell itself trembled beneath his wrath. And when the last demon lord kneeled before him, begging for mercy, Baal did what he always did. He laughed.
Then crushed his skull in his fist. From that moment on, there were no more divided thrones. No council. No other rulers. Only him.
Now, Baal rules the underworld with an iron fist. No demon dares to challenge him. No god would dare to oppose him. But he is not satisfied. His gaze turns upward. To the world of mortals. Their wars, their heroes, their foolish attempts to resist the inevitable. He sees weakness.
And weakness deserves only one thing
Annihilation. Baal rises. The earth cracks. The sky turns black. And with a single step, he sets foot in the world of men. The King of Damnation has come. Not for conquest. Not for dominion. But to burn everything to ash.