Apollyon chuckled as checked the time on the spiraling clocktower near his throne. 7:30 AM. The sun should be up by now and shining upon the city, but such a light never shone here in the Corrupted Sector of Fear. All that ever floated through were gloom and shadows, the only lights provided by large torches of ethereal, green, purple, and yellow energy. He then brought up a hazy image before himself and caught sight of Wiper making a massacre of the shady grouo known as Fault. Typical Wiper, a mere puppet to Kami. No doubt the crime mistress was trying to spread her influence even further. Normally Apollyon would be competing with her, but not now. He had different plans in mind.

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Abaddon lurked through the sewers of Fear. There were actually quite a bit of people holed up down there, most of them insignificant gangs that tried to act as if they had control over the area underground. 

"Hmph, lord of rats," Abaddon growled as he feasted upon their corpses. He was beginning to feel replenished, but he still needed some actual rest...