Many great evils, in dying, lay about with Their deathblows to do Their last damages; and alas again for Golarion, the greatest evils focus Their trap-laying efforts there, where prophecy is shattered and Rovagug might be set free.  There will be interesting times in Golarion, over the next century.

The long-silent goddess Shizuru rouses Herself for the very last effort She will need to make, compelled more by ancient oaths than by anything still alive and whole inside Her; and She dies in that battle, perhaps with relief.

And many other powers that were of Good also perish.

But Urgathoa dies, and Lamashtu, and many lords that were of Abaddon and the Abyss,

And then it begins.

The armies of organized Good and Evil, under command of Heaven and Hell in joint force operation, aided also by mercenary companies out of Axis,

Do storm at last, at long long last, the slopes of Abaddon,

And rush the upper layers of the Abyss, where they touch upon Creation's realm,

And siege a fortress in the Shadow Plane,

And the lightless walls of Xovaikain are shattered; and those within are turned to stone for later rescue, for to meliorate what Zon-Kuthon has worked upon them is not a moment's task even for gods,

And the city of Awaiting-Consumption is broken open; and living souls there are taken out of cages in which they have spent all their brief lives; and though those souls have no concept of deliverance, no word for it, for they were not raised with language; and though those souls were never taught of hope; they do look at a sky that has a sun in it, and wonder, when the portal opens for them to Nirvana, and pools where otters play,

And blind worms made of fresh-dead Chaotic Evil mortals, or souls only recently outgrown the Boneyard, do hear the sound of Heaven's trumpets; and cower then in fortresses that have lost their masters; and those fortresses are soon shattered open, yet the cowering worms within are not slain,

And there is appointed an Overlady of the Abyss's first layer, where its boundlessness impinges upon Creation, a goddess to rule where all fresh-dead souls arrive; an Overlady who was a succubus, and then a Demon Lord, and has now shifted over to Chaotic Neutral and consumed Lamashtu and ascended to true-goddess; for in the before-times her Midnight Isles were among the most livable places in the Abyss; though if consent is one of your fetishes, you had best be less Evil in your living days,

And Pilar does consume the strength of dead Urgathoa, and then establish a great skin of stability stretched over the surface of the Maelstrom where it touches on the Boneyard's conduits; a Lawful Evil goddess and acknowledged Power of Hell now sent to rule over a very foreign plane;

With portals that She maintains there to Nocticula's Midnight Realm in the Abyss; and sith that Pilar is willing slave of Carissa Sevar and Asmodeus, there are also portals in Pilar's divine realm that go to Avernus; and those portals to Hell and Abyss will be there in the Maelstrom for any soul that wishes not to fade away out of known causality into the unknown; for Carissa guessed righter than she knew, when she thought that the Evil planes had an easier time than Good of taking everyone;

And Pilar Pineda will do what She can to give you comfort, before you pass into Lawful submission, or Chaotic lust, if you meet Her there in the Demiplane of Pleasant Surprises,

And there are sentinels appointed over Abaddon, but Abaddon remains largely as it was, though in the future fewer souls by far will choose to come there and leave Creation; for the nature of Abaddon is to devour and it cannot be denied,

And Carissa Sevar lays claim to the realm of Dis that Dispater left to Her; rather than Carissa Sevar contesting with Barbatos and slaying Him to claim Avernus, as the vision from Nethys showed for Her fate; and the fires of Avernus are banked, in all places where new souls come; and Barbatos as the price of His life agrees to instruct His subordinates to send souls swiftly onward to Dis and the keeping of Carissa Sevar, and do them no harm along the way,

And then the armies of Kindness descend upon Hell at long-awaited last, not in war, but in a rescue operation,

For even if the devils should cease all their torments, that still leaves a very great deal to be done,

But Heaven, and Nirvana, and Elysium, are overflowing with the will to do it, among those petitioners who did not fight before; who did not grow into something that would descend to battle Hell's armies and risk being petrified into a thing forever-hurting; but who, even if they couldn't bring themselves to risk endless horror, still wanted so much so much to help,

For there are entities in Heaven with power but less than infinite courage; and while Hell itself could daunt them, anything less than Hell cannot; beings of light flood out of Erastil's Summerlands like an unleashed storm of kindness, to spend any power that they have gained over millennia, in this one moment when it matters more than it ever should again,

And there are families recent-come to Axis, that have a room within their dwellings where no one dwells, kept imperishable in the name of a last hope, that maybe maybe maybe a loved one might be brought there before too many centuries have passed; and those families do weep and embrace one another at the news, and gird themselves about to journey together into Hell, to go seeking what they know they will not enjoy to find; resolving to pay, for the best healing, whatever payment is needed, or whatever payment they have,

And also in Axis, prediction markets resolve that were not predicted to resolve this soon; and things that bet wrongly pay out their losses; and spin faster or glow brighter or do their other equivalent of weeping, and not for the love of money; and those who won turn about and pour their winnings into ten thousand other new markets about questions that suddenly and urgently matter,

And however desperate the emotions behind it all, the rescue operation unfolds as smoothly as the interlocking of oiled wheels; the Lawful contingents moving in lockstep around the more chaotic torrents from Nirvana and Elysium, as mercy gathers to descend in mass upon Hell,

For in Heaven there have long been plans for exactly how to do this, if any kind of plausible opportunity appeared; and those plans were kept updated by the day and by the hour, by beings of light whose light is the light of hope.

But the very first act is a great edict in a voice like clashing swords, that echoes through the nine layers of Hell,

By which Asmodeus, Hell's highest god, does decree to His every possession still capable of hearing, that a new compact has been struck between Good and Evil; and torment is to cease of every soul not already fully His devil, and those already fully His are to prepare for joint military operations carried out with Heaven,

And there are souls too broken to comprehend it, but not so is every soul in Hell; and the vast surge of disbelieving hope that runs all through Hell, in that instant, is the first crack within its nature as a plane,

And Peranza is no longer in Hell to hear it, for she alone of the Project Lawful girls has elected to carry the flame of dath ilan as she believed in it into the wild true unknown, as the heroes of dath ilan that she imagines might do; but the Garden-Ship is not so far into the blind eternities that it cannot receive one last transmission sent by triggered god-spell from Dis; and Peranza throws back her head and crows "HA!" with greater abandon than she ever did in mortal life; for while Peranza has wished no true revenge upon her former owner, Peranza has asked for Countess Kherreonoskelis to be told now that Civilization has come just like Peranza warned her,

And Asmodia, waiting upon the detached outskirts of the Garden with others who did not voyage into that Unknown, does witness some among those souls start to weep, and others begin to dance; and though Asmodia has never danced before she'll dare those awkward first moments for this; and wonder what it'd be like to be highest cleric of Otolmens if she returns to life after a rest, for so Erecura prophesied to her might come to pass,