*Back in Sheol...*

"Everything went according to plan," Abaddon mused as he created a purple and crimson vortex in front of himself. He began to make a swirling motion with his hand, in turn causing the dark energy to swirl even faster. As he did this, several demons flew overhead, each one tossing a frightened prisoner into Abaddon's vortex. They all screamed in agony as they were churned within the burning power of magic, and though they were burning, they weren't exactly consumed by the energy as would normally happen with just about anything that came into contact with it.

"Filth," Abaddon growled. "It's ironic how you all cry out for mercy, because that is the very thing your victims cried out for when you committed your atrocities against them."

<Murder, rape, torture,> hissed the symbiote.

"And the sad thing is... there are many more like you lot who continue to do such crimes even though they know there are beings stronger than they who could easily obliterate them..."

Abaddon was now mainly talking to himself now, keeping the vortex active as he observed the dozens of other tortures being carried out in his twisted realm.

"Perhaps the reason your kind still persists is because the punishment which comes to them is not nearly as harsh as it should be. The prisons of the world still treat you 'ethically', and the heroes are all but unwilling to strike you down where you stand."

The power of the dark magic intensified until it eventually did consume the bodies that were being churned within it.

"All that will be gone soon, however. We'll bring about true punishment and destruction for everyone, and then from the gore and ashes we'll reconstruct a new society..."