If he had once been burned, his victim would burn, and if he had once been torn apart, his victim would see their body being torn apart.
What Magenta was currently experiencing was one of the most agonizing experience Abaddon had once passed through.
It was an experience from a time, long before this reality had even been formed; the day he had been cast out of Solgard, the city of gods.
Abaddon had been condemned and thrown down from the heavens into a place known as the Nether-realm. A place where the gods discarded anything they no longer wanted.
Thrown into the endless void between realms and cast downward toward the Netherrealm, Abaddon had fallen across unimaginable distances.
And now, every second of that suffering was being forced upon Magenta who screams only grew louder.
Unfortunately, her end was nigh.
