Abaddon shook off the migraine after a few minutes of pain. When he looked around him, he was shocked to see that everything had basically become just another extension of "God's Tears". The scene was beautiful, but the underlying ideals and significance of what just took place was absolutely repulsive to him. There was peace.... at the cost of people's free will and ability to think for themselves. Everything was unified, but onlh because one person controlled everything about everyone. Beneath the marble and the gold lied the same grime and dilapidation of Fear, it was merely disguised as something else.

Traversing through the renewed city in his human form, Scipio made his way back to the Corrupted Quadrant. It too had been changed, leaving nothing of its old self behind. It was another beautiful place, but funnily enough everyone was still a slave. 

"A sad thing for my poor double, but a good thing for me..."

Scipio had complete access to Sheol now and could make full and extensive use of his skills once again. First though, he needed to get back home. Easily said and.... frankly easily done. Much of the energy that transported him to this reality in the first place had been recharged with the whole magice cleansing Kami recently did, so this combined with his own ability to create magic portals to Sheol gave him a one way ticket back to his home dimension. 

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Abaddon had returned to his dimension. Everything seemed to have been fixed and repaired here, meaning that time passed differently here than in Fear at least somewhat. This would give him some time to prepare. What would he do? He didn't quite know yet, but he had a basic idea... 

Chaos.

Being in Fear for all that time and seeing all that had recently transpired them had changed Abaddon's way of thinking now. Things were more serious than just fighting a few power crazed villains and even occasional world threats. He had a real crisis on his claws, and it dealt with a being who could sway anyone to her side and enslave the minds of many within minutes. She was Law, and Abaddon would be Chaos. She was the "God" figure of her reality, and Abaddon would be the "Luciferic" figure in response. He'd defy and deny her will and authority and instead raise up legions of demons to tear down her false paradise.

"That peace she has made is... disgusting."

"#There is no peace without free will, everyone else may as well be robots following orders."

"We must oppose and destroy this false paradise as soon as possible...."