"Noo!NOO!Please!Ple-ACK!"
Another cry of agony went silent. The noise didn't lessen,though. More screams,along with insane peals of laughter and bloodchilling groans of unseen creatures, rang out through the realm.Demons, hellhounds, and other such terrors ran amok, killing and sometimes eating, whatever crossed their paths.

Mishappen monstrosities shambled along beaches made of blood and torn flesh. Writhing figures bound in chains screamed.They begged for death as they were gutted by demonic sadists. Their cries were answered with a snap of a bone or a stab in the the thigh. Creatures died only to be reborne for more torture. Laughing in glee, Demons ignored the howls, too absorbed in their violent bliss.

This was Seeba, the realm of torture and agony. But throughout all of the chaos, something even worse slumbered.Something that when awakend, made even slow multilation seem like a mercy.Something so powerful, even the 3 Entities were weary of its wrath.

Ezarekan.The entity of evil. He slept, the sound of rending flesh and snapping bones a soft lullaby, lulling him into sleep. His breaths heated the realm to unimaginable temperatures. His mere presence melted living flesh like ice in the sun.

But soon, even that would lose its tranquilizing effect.Soon, those sadistic, bloodlustful eyes would open.Soon, Ezarekan would wreak havoc upon all. He just needed to rest. And rest is just what he did...