Earth is being ravaged by a fight. Two energies, a searing circle of light and a rolling darkness, collide across the expanse of what little is left of what was once so vibrant and lush.

Devilman narrowly dodges a righteous beam; it flies behind him through the atmosphere toward the rock looming in the far distance--the moon. The beam pierces it, splitting it through the middle. There's no hesitation. Devilman swings at Satan, punching them square and sending them careening through the glaciers of the arctic. He leaps down through the rolling steam, fists up.

But Satan's grinning face emerges. A beam of light vaporizes Devilman from the hips down, and nothing is left, not even ash. He plummets to the ground.

On a rocky cliff jutting from a red sea, Akira and Satan lie side by side. The universe above is brilliant, vibrant, glowing with pools of stars and gases.

The stars are quite clear, Satan says. The voice sounds hazy, distant, like listening to the ocean in a conch shell. It's all because the humans have finally perished. The rabbit is probably dead now as well. Akira, there's no rabbit in that sky, you know. I saw it with my own two eyes. The voice grows even more distant. Back then, it murmurs, I didn't know what you meant... But the screen clicks suddenly, going dark.