Apollyon held Abaddon over the pit of scorpion stingers.
"Well it's been fun beating myself up. Finally got to live that childhood dream of meeting the me from a different world, but that's as much as I'm going to let you wander through this place."

Abaddon stared at the writhing pit which was already filled with some people and even metas. Looked like fun. A thought suddenly occurred to him though. If this sector was entirely covered by the influence of Sheol, then couldn't he manipulate it to a degree as well? Stretching out a tendril, Abaddon tried to bend the pit to his will. Just as Apollyon was about to toss him in, at least one of the stingers lashed outwardly and stabbed Apollyon in the side.

"Agh!"

This gave Abaddon some time to tendril zip to a building not far away, where he was unfortunately met with some weird ass monster crawling on the wall. It screeched as it saw him, but was cut short as Abaddon grabbed it and literally ate it to speed up his healing processes. 
"See ya 'Apollyon'!"

Apollyon watched as Abaddon zipped away, completely enraged that he had gotten away. That was something that didn't happen often.
"Eventually the other lords of Fear will catch him. Then they'll either deal with him themselves, or send him back to me..."