Vengeous moved forward through the inky blackness. He hated the girl. He wanted to kill her, to crush her. He was filled by hate so strong he had made it tangible, had formed it into a weapon. A hissing armor of pain and agony in physical form. He looked down at the shivering girl, seeing through the chains he had placed all over the street. She was nothing but an object, a receptacle for the inhuman hate that filled his being, the flame of vengeance that had given him his power. Hydra whispered in his ear, filling his thoughts with the different ways he could strike her down. However, in the end, he chose he would simply evaporate her. He held out the blade, which started vibrating, and heating up, slowly giving off a red glow that highlighted the black, spiky, hissing armor that had covered Lord Vengeous's skin.