FINIS

Greece

"According to the philosophy of Heraclitus of Ephesus, everything flows. Our existence is connected with the constant passing of time, symbolized by time. Heraclitus compared human life to a river that constantly flows. Our world, too, is passing—it is also embedded somewhere in the current of this river, and the fate of the world rushes along with the fate of man. Where are they rushing? The answer is simple: towards destruction..." "

No! No, no, no, and no again!" The man sitting behind the desk in a soft leather chair perked up a bit and began nervously shaking a thick stack of papers. "You simply shouldn't write anymore! Another bland story about total annihilation and the approaching apocalypse... do you think people want to read such things?" The man looked expectantly at his interlocutor. Jan stood on the other side of the desk, his hands folded, his gaze lowered, his gaze fixed on a pen lying on the desk. He already knew there was no point in further conversation with the Publisher and wanted to leave the room as quickly as possible. However, the Publisher continued: "Exactly – you don't know. So I'll tell you: your first novels sold like hotcakes because they were interesting, well-arranged, and they actually attracted people. What tempted you to write about the end of the world? Do you want to be in the same league as conspiracy theorists, fortune tellers, and clairvoyants? There have been many such people in this office, but none of them had such wonderful novels to their credit or a bright future ahead of them. Please think about it. And as for THIS"—the Publisher contemptuously tossed the manuscript onto the desk—"you can take it, as long as it's another novel about the 'end of times.' You didn't keep your promise to me last time, so we have nothing to discuss." Jan was just waiting for this to happen. He clumsily picked up the thick sheaf of paper and turned toward the door. "Think about what I said—you can always come back," the Publisher told him from behind, but Jan was already outside.

It was 9:00 a.m.

Jan left the building and found himself on the main street in Athens. He knew perfectly well what would happen when he brought back another tale of the end of time—the sixth such tale in his oeuvre. The publisher grew impatient... why should he be surprised, since no one wants to read his novels? Jan knew perfectly well that he had lost his loyal readers, and only a handful of conspirators and fanatics bought his books (which, by the way, were no different in content from similar ones). Despite this, ever since his conversion, he had felt a strange restlessness within himself. And he remembered well the day when this restlessness had compelled him to write...

BE CAREFUL!

A strong hand violently yanked Jan back. He was torn from his thoughts before he even noticed the sports Porsche that nearly wiped him out. "...okay?" Jan heard. "Excuse me?" "I'm asking if everything's okay?" "Yes, of course," Jan replied. He was getting tired of the day and dreamed of nothing more than being on his little island, so he staggered east, toward the port.

At the boat rental shop, he asked for a small, one-person boat with oars and no mechanical propulsion. The head of the boat company whistled with astonishment when he saw that there were still people who wanted to sail such vessels—and with some appreciation, he even lent it to Jan. He didn't know, however, what kind of crossing lay ahead: Jan intended to take the boat all the way to Rhodes, where he was temporarily staying. The boat was small and could easily capsize in a large wave, but Jan chose it without hesitation while standing at the boat rental shop—it was perfect for performing the penance he had imposed on himself.

Pushing himself alone with the power of the oars, Jan, like a pilgrim on land, headed toward his island. The long rowing had caused his muscles to ache, so Jan decided to think about something to distract himself from the pain. On this extraordinary day, however, somehow all his thoughts turned to the past and the events that had turned him into a hermit hiding on the island.

"In the beginning was the word"—this biblical quote was Jan's favorite saying at the peak of his writing career. As a poor boy from the port district, he never imagined that the future would bring him a smile of fortune. According to him, the beginning of this success lay in the word—the written word, of course. It all began when Jan accidentally met an elderly woman of Jewish descent, who confided in him with emotion about her son Natas – a calculating and cynical young man who lied almost compulsively, yet could also be so kind that his own mother couldn't punish him severely. This mere mention sparked an idea in Jan that was ultimately put to paper. A year later, the fruit of these reflections was published – a fictional biography of Natas, which brought him fame. Jan, at his peak, never mentioned this woman or the actual genesis of his work. Subsequent publications – epistolary novels – quickly became bestsellers, and Jan earned the title of Writer of the Year.

And so it might still be today, if on that fateful night, he hadn't let into his villa the man who revealed the whole truth about his success...

The very thought of this event left John completely drained. The oars, to avoid being tied to his battered arms, would have drifted away long ago. His resolve for the day had been very strict—but only now did he realize just how much. It seemed John wouldn't reach Rhodes with just his oars, and his inner fervor slowly began to fade. Fortunately, an island loomed on the horizon, though it might not resemble Rhodes, but it would serve as a temporary stopover. Gathering his composure, John concentrated on the oars and headed for the island.

The island resembled a jagged circle in size: like few other islands, it strikingly resembled the head of a Medusa, but what was truly off-putting about it was the rocky landscape. Nature seemed to be taking its vengeance on the tiny island, envious of its beauty. It was a beautiful island, and its charm wasn't muted even by the crumbling terrain: cypress and olive gardens, charming groves, and thickets of wild bushes, all united by a unique beauty, could still be seen. Jan might have continued to marvel at the island's charm if it weren't for the intermittent signal emanating from beneath a nearby rock. Jan hadn't heard anything like this in a long time, but after a moment, with astonishment, he realized what was buzzing so relentlessly—it was a telephone ringing. The signal also seemed strangely familiar to him... where did he know it from? Without further thought, Jan walked over to the rock from under which the sound was emanating and pulled out the sand-covered receiver. Within moments, it dawned on Jan that the receiver should be hundreds of kilometers away... in his own home!

A strange premonition wanted to say something to Jan, but he couldn't find the right words.

A few hours earlier, a plane had been taxiing at Rhodes Airport. The passengers were asleep, exhausted by the long flight and the altitude—except for one, who was seated in the front of the plane. Even though the plane had taken off late at night, this passenger hadn't slept a wink, but was carefully, albeit with concealed amusement, reading the latest stock quotes and the daily newspapers. On the seat next to him was a large stack of various other newspapers—from periodicals to tabloids—which the passenger had already read. "Please fasten your seatbelts, Mr. Beast," the stewardess said, shaking the engrossed passenger. Vladimir Beast woke up and frantically fastened his seatbelt. "I have to stay alive today, today..." he thought. The plane was landing.

After exiting the plane, Vladimir headed towards the taxi stand. The destination he was going to today was unknown to many, and he placed all his hopes in the taxi drivers. A short conversation with the first taxi driver he met was enough for Beast to realize that he was not disappointed.

"You know, we from the other end of the island have never really seen the world outside our homes. We supposedly live on an island frequented by tourists, but in reality, it's just like everywhere else," the taxi driver, who had already gotten quite chatty during the ride, pulled out a cigarette. "The rich oppress the poor, and we have to make ends meet somehow. You see, I have nothing against you, but sometimes there are those among the rich who confuse them. Oh, take this one, for example... the one you're going to. He was supposedly a famous writer once, and now? Ragged and poor—and not because of bankruptcy, but supposedly of his own free will! Do you understand? We work like oxen our whole lives to get out of here, and we don't even see a chance, and yet this one, having the wealth and opportunities, rejects it and comes... here!" He's lost his mind with the excess money. People laugh at him - only some old women see him as a saint or a prophet and bring him food, etc. (because he supposedly has nothing). I keep saying he's a rich fool who wants to be a hermit - I hope you'll talk him out of playing the prophet. Beast smiled secretly and silently agreed with the taxi driver. He'll talk him out of it.

Jan still couldn't organize his thoughts. The person calling had a strange, very familiar voice. He hadn't even noticed the moment when that old, familiar feeling he'd experienced so long ago, when he'd converted and stopped being an atheist, resurfaced. A feeling that burned from within and filled him with a terrible, almost animalistic fear. He'd had to go through a long confession and perform a rigorous penance to extinguish this feeling, but now he sensed that even that wouldn't help. This time, the feeling wasn't attacking from within, but from without... from the telephone receiver! Suddenly, Jan realized who was calling and almost dropped the phone when he heard, "Have you guessed yet? Great, at least I won't have to introduce myself—because I'd have to lie again, hehehe." You see, I don't know why, but I'm thinking about that fateful evening now... the villa with the pool, two garages (one was for the car, the other for "unnecessary junk," if I remember correctly), and of course you, sprawled out on a comfortable sofa, in a satin robe. If I remember correctly, you were reading stock quotes—oh, what a memory I have for details! And then I arrived—remember that moment? I must have scared you pretty bad, since you're here today, well—that's just how I am. Heh, it makes it all the funnier that you're here today, especially since it hasn't done you much good: you're still a selfish boor who decided to live next to people for the sake of peace. It didn't do you any good that I showed you the coming End back then—and besides, it wouldn't have changed much if I hadn't shown it to you anyway. You abandoned your estate, went wandering to the most hideous corner of one of the most beautiful Mediterranean islands—and did you donate even a small part of your money to the poor who need it? You see them every day, you watch them die in their filthy holes, and you do nothing—you feel IMPORTANT, you feel like someone, a HERMIT of seven sorrows! You rot because you feel like it—but you've never burned any bridges behind you, a rich villa waiting for its owner to end his grand masquerade and return to the bosom of wealth. I despise you, you rat, you're a nobody, do you understand? A nobody! I sometimes regret, I regret very much, not so much that I showed you things no one else has seen, but that it was precisely a NOTHING like you who wrote my biography. It's better to stay where you are now and don't return to Rhodes, because the people here hate you. They used to harbor resentment, but now they hate you, and you will no longer be a "saint" or a "prophet"—the masks have fallen! They will see you for who you truly are, as they now know you. Don't come back here, you have no reason to. Die where you stand and... see you in another, better world (at least from my point of view, hehehehe).

The conversation ended there, and as if on cue, the telephone receiver slipped limply from Jan's pale hand, only to shatter a moment later with a thud on the stones. It was the final sound that irrevocably ended the conversation. Jan stood still for a moment—only the hand raised to his head, which had held the receiver moments before, gradually lowered, dragging the rest of his body with it. Shortly before losing consciousness, Jan suddenly understood everything that had happened then and now, the feeling that had accompanied him all this time, and why he, in particular, had met that old woman so many years ago. His mind opened for a split second, and Jan understood everything.

And then darkness fell.

USA, Washington

. The President's office had been in a frenzy of activity since morning. A state of emergency had been declared throughout the Capitol that day, but somehow no one had predicted a catastrophe. White House staff were utterly surprised to see congressmen and senators rushing frantically. Above all, the president himself was astonishing: his stony face, always so characteristic of every situation, was today twisted with a previously unseen grimace of fear. All this was all the more strange because there was no sign of any bomb, even a nuclear one, falling on the seat of government. The government itself reassuringly claimed it was just a drill in case of a sudden evacuation. "Drills, lasting half a day already?" Miranda, the president's secretary, muttered under her breath, but after a moment she returned to her favorite magazine.

Little did she know, however, that at that very moment, the most important people in the world were undergoing the same "drills," regardless of the time of day, nationality, or climate. With the same frantic haste and fear etched on their faces, they fled, leaving all their possessions behind. They were fleeing from immense danger, but also from a world that might judge them for not reporting the danger when they themselves learned of it. The scientists who provided this information also fled to secluded places so as not to see the panic and carnage that would undoubtedly take place in a few hours - when a state of emergency would be declared worldwide.

The NASA observatory was bustling with activity today. While on normal days, employees are stuck at their desks, today the facility resembled more of a mental hospital than a workplace. Some were destroying expensive equipment gathered around them, shouting, "It's all for nothing!", others were holding them back, and still others were silent—either crying or appearing absentminded. And it all began so innocently... two weeks earlier, a meteor shower had been spotted approaching Earth. This was particularly dangerous because not all the meteors would burn up in the atmosphere, and where exactly they would impact—there were many versions as to where. The threat was kept secret for fear of the inevitable panic and the difficult-to-assess scale of the danger. Only when disturbing anomalies were noticed in the Earth's atmosphere and detailed studies were conducted did the truth reveal itself in all its brutality: within a week, for undetermined reasons, the Earth's atmosphere would disappear, and with it, oxygen would evaporate into space and gravity would decrease (not to mention the temperature anomalies).

The following days would witness such macabre events as the world had never seen before. Jan

Greco

, lying on sharp stones that dug into his flesh, but he felt them unbearably. Lying helpless on the rocky ground, he had a dream, a vision that held the key to understanding the mystery of his life.

The vision was profoundly realistic and, in fact, seemed more tangible to him than anything he had experienced while walking the earth. First, a point of light shot out from the dense darkness, growing larger and larger until it became a blinding glare. However, the glare did not blind Jan, for he was not looking with his eyes at what he was seeing. The sight that met his eyes was astonishing: he was witnessing some early Christian ritual, which at times resembled the Orthodox liturgy. A moment later, he knew what the ritual was: he recognized the numbers, the order, and the people involved in it. Suddenly, a luminous figure appeared, holding a book, whose words so deeply moved John that he wept. An old man standing nearby tried to comfort him, but then a man appeared who was to open the book. From that moment, John began to understand more and more clearly what was happening: amidst the numerous cries of "Come! Come!", he saw the entire history of the world rushing by faster and faster, and faster and faster, and he began to understand what was truly happening. Driven by an invisible force, the chain of events suddenly came to an abrupt end, and the last image John saw brought as much relief as suffering.

The last photo showed his own body impaled on a large, golden cross, with two keys crossed on it. It was a sign John had read flawlessly, and now he urgently needed to contact the outside world.

Italy, Rome

. A seeming calm reigned in the papal chapel. The silence that warmly enveloped many papal rooms today seemed gloomy and ominous in the chapel. The Pope had been trying to focus on prayer for some time, but it took considerable effort. All his thoughts today revolved around that day, which had upended the entire order of things. He remembered perfectly how, in the Vatican observatory, in the company of the College of Cardinals, he had listened to a report on the Earth's upcoming astronomical changes. It was a moment as sublime as it was tragic. The sad news was greeted with general silence and dejection. After the news was announced, a mixture of horror and curiosity could be seen on the faces of many present, seemingly naively asking, "So it's all true, and now we have to die?" After all, the Pope himself had the same doubts for a split second, but he couldn't deny the facts. The questions arose: what should I do? how should I react? should I tell the world? what if...? These questions were so deeply troubling that prayer was difficult for him. He tried to trust God with all his heart, but it was very difficult.

As he continued in prayer, struggling with himself, an officer of the Swiss Guard suddenly burst into the chapel. This irritated the Head of the Church for a split second – no one in history had ever dared to interrupt the prayer of St. Peter's successor, but under these circumstances, any interruption to prayer could have proved to be an answer. The flustered officer tried to say something, but the Pope stopped him with a gesture, and they both left the chapel. "I apologize, Excellency, for having to interrupt, but we have received a strange message from Greece. Not only was it addressed to seven churches in different parts of the world and has no sender, but all seven letters were posted today." The officer then removed seven sealed and addressed envelopes from a black box and handed them to the Pope. A moment of silence followed, which for the officer was one of impatient anticipation and for the Head of the Church, a moment of profound reflection. The letters were posted today, there is no doubt about that, the Pope thought, turning the seven envelopes over in his hands. He observed them with great care, searching for an explanation for all the events that had transpired. He was afraid to open any of these letters, for he didn't know who the sender was or how they would react. It all seemed strangely close to him, yet at the same time very distant. He had before him a puzzle that God himself had created for him, but he had no idea how to solve it. Finally, resigned, he told the officer to wait and entered the chapel to bless them. He then carried them to his office and affixed the papal seal. Within a dozen or so minutes, the officer was racing with the letters across empty St. Peter's Square, ready to mail them at the largest post office. Observing the square from his office window, the Pope hadn't finished pondering the mystery of these letters, and when the officer had completely disappeared from view, a great revelation came, like a powerful bolt of lightning cutting through the dark sky and illuminating everything for a split second: seven letters, seven churches, seven continents, a seal...!

And at that moment, the papal confessor entered with another letter—this time addressed to the Pope himself. The sender was a certain John of Patmos.

Greece

Beast stood on a high bank, watching for John. It seemed that this hermit possessed a power more powerful than the one that had attacked him, and now he knew what that power was. Everything that had been written had to be fulfilled, and there was no turning back. But that wasn't what gnawed at Beast now—the rage welling up within him stemmed from his own contribution to all of this—who knows if John would have lost consciousness if it weren't for my phone call? Who knows if he would ever have forgiven him? His rage reached its peak, and Beast was determined: yes, what was long written would now come to pass... but I will never give up without a fight, even now.

With these words, Beast jumped into the sea and... from then on, he was no longer Vladimir Beast. He began to take on a new, terrifying form.

Jan suddenly regained consciousness. He didn't know the exact time, but from the position of the sun, he deduced that it was 3:00 PM. He remembered the last few hours as if through a haze, like an event from his childhood. He seemed to be writing something... yes, he had written several sizable letters. But where? And how had he sent them? He no longer remembered that, and it no longer concerned him. There was one last thing left to do before he passed away: prayer. Going to the seashore, he collapsed on the pebbled beach and, watching the tides rise and fall, prayed. He prayed for the end of his doubts and for evil not to reach him. He prayed... because he felt he had to pray, right here and now. He was full of gratitude to God for what He had done for him, and full of love. Jan was a different man.

The creature in the sea, approaching the island at tremendous speed, was terrified by this unusual state. Now it felt an overwhelming fear and terror that grew with each passing second. The creature knew it would not survive the collision—not so much with the island itself, but with the powerful center of power within it. The powerful underwater creature took a massive evasive maneuver and sped along the other side of the island, escaping it—forever.

Jan remained calm until the end—he knew he had won, or rather, it wasn't he who had won, but the force speaking through him. He felt his mission fulfilled. He felt no anger or regret as the sky above him roared and darkened, only to crash down on him with a roar in the form of a massive sea wave. Jan understood that the worst had come to an end. A few seconds later, his body disappeared beneath the sands of the island.

Rome.

The Pope, despite his advanced age and gentle nature, practically tore the letter from the messenger to open and read it himself. He expected it to contain answers to everything that would happen in the coming days; answers that no other mortal could see. "Perhaps this is a letter that has already been sent to seven other places in the world?" he thought. Everything seemed plausible to him today, yet improbable at the same time. He opened it and began reading:

"Holy Father! Now that you're reading this letter, you're probably hoping to find answers to all the questions that trouble you. Well, you won't find them here—and besides, you probably know that well. The answers to what will happen have been known to humanity for almost two thousand years. This book was called mysterious, magical, and symbolic, yet it revealed what was really about to happen—and did so in detail. The next seven days will show how true these words were.

I'm writing for a different reason. I'm writing because soon a wave of pure evil will sweep across the earth—evil caused by panic, helplessness, and a lack of hope. People will think God has abandoned them or intends to destroy them, or—worse still—that He doesn't exist at all. The coming days will reveal the darkest nature of humanity, evil in its purest form. I know this because I've experienced it myself: overwhelming fear and dread of the unknown.

I was an ordinary person—a dockworker in the port district. I grew up there from childhood, with parents and brothers. One day, on my way to work, I was attacked by a gang of thugs who beat and robbed me. I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm. While sitting in the waiting room, an elderly woman standing behind me in line accosted me. I reminded her of her son, so the old woman began to tell me his story. He was an exceptionally terrible degenerate, if you look at him from a distance today, but his mother's story held no note of accusation or reproach—perhaps that's why the grievous evil he undoubtedly committed never prompted those around him to punish him? Perhaps he simply... knew how to be evil, deeply corrupt, yet innocent at the same time? All these reflections made me—a simple dockworker—ponder, ponder, and focus on the psychological construction of this complex character. The result was my first novel—his biography. The novel, as we know, quickly gained notoriety, and within a few years I became a famous writer. My sweet life might have continued if that man hadn't visited me one day. I had just had a bath and was relaxing on the couch when the doorbell rang. I was surprised that no camera or photocell had registered the visitor, so I assumed it was a mistake. But when I felt a cool breeze on my back, I turned and saw him. He was a two-meter-tall, well-built figure. He was grinning sarcastically from ear to ear and had drawn a large pentagram in the air. Inside the pentagram were the symbols of the elements, and at the center was the head of a goat. Suddenly, the pentagram spun, and a strange, jagged shape appeared, which I would have called the moon, if not for the enormous rifts and holes from which trillions of liters of magma were pouring. I don't know when I realized I was seeing Earth. The vision terrified me so much that I fainted, and when I woke up, no one was around. There didn't need to be anyone there anyway. I quickly decided to end my life and start helping people.

The vision was crystal clear: the elements symbolized the ordered forces of nature, centered around Satan, while the swirling pentagram and the jagged planet showed the approaching end, brought on by the wrath of the Lord of Darkness. My initial mistake was to initially believe this story—Satan, as usual, lied, for it is not he, but God, who is the Lord of the end of time. Perhaps I would not have even believed the approaching end if not for the terrible feeling I experienced after my baptism. I felt fear, an ocean of fear within me, and a burning pain consuming my heart—it was healed by my first confession. This feeling returned whenever I sinned gravely or neglected confession. Evil haunted me, filling me with doubt and helplessness whenever it could, but I did not give up—I knew the time was approaching when I must be ready. Fleeing evil, I found myself in Rhodes and lived there as a hermit. Of course, as a famous writer, I tried to describe everything that had happened to me so that others would believe in my approaching end, but one by one I was rejected, and finally, I was scolded by the man who believed in me most – my publisher.

Today, evil, seeing my weakness, attacked with redoubled force, and it was an attack so powerful that no human could survive it. I was protected by a power that, as a human being, I will never fathom – too incomprehensible to describe. Faith, Hope, and Love – these are the three keys to the gates of heaven after what will come in the next few days. I understood this today, looking back on my entire life, I understood everything that had happened. Throughout my life, I lacked fidelity to these three virtues, which would have strengthened me for good in the fight against evil.

However, evil is coming – it is already at the gates of this earth. Theologians were wrong in their interpretation of the Apocalypse – the Lamb has already opened five seals, as evidenced by the history of the last two thousand years. The beginning of the end occurred in early Christian times and continues to this day – our entire history is a set of stages leading to inevitable destruction. This process is coming to an end today, and the final seals will be opened in exactly seven days.

Holy Father! May the three Divine Virtues be a guide to people wandering amid the last breaths of all creation. Do not abandon your post and remain on guard until the very end. God lives!"

After reading this letter, the Pope sighed with relief. He already knew what and how to do. "You are a holy man, John," he thought, and with some satisfaction, he reached for a blank sheet of paper to write his last message to the faithful.

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Seven days later:

12. And I looked: when he had opened the sixth seal, there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black as sackcloth, and the whole moon became like blood.

13. And the stars fell from heaven to the earth, as a fig tree shaken by a strong wind casts its unripe figs to the earth.

14. The heaven was removed like a scroll being rolled up, and every mountain and island

was shaken out of its place. 15. Then the kings of the earth, the great men, the commanders, the rich men, the powerful men, and every slave and free man, hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains.

16. And they said to the mountains and to the rocks, "Fall on us and hide us from the face of Him who sits on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb,

17. For the great day of His wrath has come, and who can stand?"

Revelation 6:12-17

1. And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour.

Rev 9:1

1. And I saw a beast rising out of the sea, having ten horns and seven heads, and on his horns ten diadems, and on his heads names of blasphemy.

2. And the beast that I saw was like a leopard, and his feet were as the mouth of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion. And the dragon gave him his power and his throne, and great authority.

3. And I saw one of his heads as if it had been mortally wounded, and its mortal wound was healed. And all the earth marveled after the beast;

4. And they worshiped the dragon, because he had given authority to the beast. And they worshiped the beast, saying, "Who is like the beast? Who is able to make war with him?"

5. And there was given to him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and authority was given to him forty-two months.

6. Then she opened her mouth in blasphemy against God, to blaspheme His name and His tabernacle and those who dwell in heaven.

7. Then it was granted to her to make war with the saints and to overcome them; and authority was given to her over every tribe and people and tongue and nation.

Rev 13:1-7

14. After this I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and behold, one sitting on the cloud, like the Son of Man, had a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sickle in his hand.

15. And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, "Send in your sickle and reap! For the time has come to reap, for the harvest of the earth is ripe!"

16. And He who sat on the cloud swung his sickle on the earth, and the earth was reaped.

17. And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, having a sharp sickle.

18. And another angel, the one who had power over fire, came out from the altar, and cried with a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, saying, "Put in your sharp sickle and gather the clusters from the vine of the earth, for its grapes are ripe."

19. And the angel swung his sickle to the earth and gathered the clusters from the vine of the earth and threw them into the great winepress of God's wrath.

20. And the winepress was trodden outside the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even as high as the horses' bridles, for a distance of one thousand six hundred furlongs.

Revelation 14:14-20

11. Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it is called Faithful and True; behold, he judges and wages war with righteousness.

12. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many diadems. He has a name written on them that no one knows except himself.

13. He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is called the Word of God.

14. And the armies in heaven followed him on white horses, all clothed in fine linen, white and clean.

15. And out of his mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it he may smite the nations. He will rule them with a rod of iron, and he treads the winepress of the fierce anger of Almighty God.

16. And on his robe and on his thigh he has a name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.

17. And I saw another angel standing in the sun, and he cried with a loud voice to all the birds flying in midheaven, saying, "Come, gather yourselves together for the great supper of God,

18. to eat the flesh of kings, the flesh of commanders, the flesh of mighty men, the flesh of horses and those who ride on them, the flesh of everyone, both free and slave, small and great."

19. And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him who sat on the horse and against his army.

20. And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet who performed the signs before him, by which he deceived those who had received the mark of the beast and those who worshiped his image. Both of them were thrown alive into the lake of fire that burns with sulfur.

21. And the rest were killed with the sword of him who sat on the horse, which came out of his mouth. And all the birds ate their flesh to their fill.

Rev 19:11-21

11. Then I saw a great white throne, and Him who sat on it, from whose presence earth and heaven fled away, and no place was found for them.

12. And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. And another book was opened, which is the book of life. And the dead were judged from the things which were written in the books, according to their deeds.

13. And the sea gave up the dead who were in it, and Death and Hades gave up the dead who were in them, and each was judged according to his deeds.

14. And Death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire.

15. If anyone's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire.

Rev 20:11-15

1. And I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no more sea.

2. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

3. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and he will be God with them.

4. And he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more. There will be no mourning, crying, or pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

5. And he who sat on the throne said, "Behold, I make all things new." And he said, "Write: These words are faithful and true."

6. And he said to me, "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To the thirsty I will give drink from the spring of the water of life without cost.

7. He who overcomes will inherit these things, and I will be his God, and he will be my son.

Rev 21:1-7

THE END