A bright light. It was so beautiful. From afar, it seemed peaceful and still. As Abyss drew closer to it though, he could see that it was far from beautiful, or peaceful. It was a raging inferno. As Abyss fell into the fire, he could feel the very power of the plane he was banished to. As he landed on the desolate landscape, partly on fire, partly already burnt, he knew one thing. He had not been destroyed.

"No! This isn't happening! He destroyed me! I swear he destroyed me!" Abyss wailed, for Zasalamel was still the body, and still controlled it. Abyss took the opportunity in Zasalamel's weakened will, and he spoke with his true voice.

"Fool! Why would you want to be destroyed? You can rule the dimensions! Not even the gods could stand up to you!"

Abyss's face contorted into as sad as a face like his could get.

"I've lived long enough! I just want to die!"

"Idiot! What do you get from death?"

"Peace!"

At this point, Abyss forced his full will upon Zasalamel, and won control.

"Then I don't need you anymore..."

With that, Abyss reached into his torso ball, and using most of his remaining power, he pulled Zasalamel's soul from now Abyss's body.

"Your only use to me now is food!"

Abyss smiled wickedly, as he forced the now screaming soul of Zasalamel into his mouth, and devoured it.

After his meal, Abyss threw back his head and let out a peal of laughter that echoed across the fiery plains.

"He was a fool! That monk couldn't even destroy Soul Edge alone, only shatter it. So he thought he could destroy me, the offspring of both Soul Edge, and Soul Caliber?"

Abyss thought about that meddlesome monk with his staff.

"When I meet him again, I will make him wish his father had never fucked his mother, the little runt! Just the thought of him makes me want to destroy!"

At that time, Abyss thought of how he was going to get out of here. The Soul Edge part of him told him that this was a realm past the realms of the living and the dead. So how was it he was going to get out of here? He looked deep inside himself. Most of his Soul Caliber power had been summoned out when he fought the monk, although some did remain. He noticed a void in his Soul Edge power as well. His eyes glimmered as hope flooded into him.

Soul Edge had not been completed. There were still shards of it in the living world. If enough got together in one place, he could turn himself into power, flood the shards in the living world, and remake himself there. The problem would be he would lose all soul caliber power, so then he couldn't remake his body. Abyss tapped his chin. Maybe, since there was a power vacuum in the living world, he could draw on the soul edge fragments, open a portal himself, and come through that way. The only problem was that would require a lot of power, which he didn't have in his weakened state.

As he was thinking, the flames on the burning field in front of him started to take shape. Abyss cocked his head and watched, curious as to what they would form. The flames danced and danced, and eventually formed into a humanoid figure, that let out an inhuman scream. An evil smile formed on Abyss's face. "Ah yes, now I remember. I've heard about this plain. This is the home of Inferno." Abyss held up Irkalla. "I think I've found my source of power." It seemed like Inferno understood Abyss's intentions, for within its hands formed a blade of fire. The blade itself was a mockery of Soul Edge. "Time to die!" Shouted Abyss, creating a ball of energy and throwing it at Inferno. Dodging, Inferno reached Abyss within a second, swung its sword down, and stopped in mid-swing. Abyss had disappeared. Inferno realized its mistake in underestimating its opponent as it heard Abyss's laughter behind it, and felt his scythe go through it. As Inferno was falling, Abyss reached into it with his hand, and with all his strength, pulled Inferno's soul out, and devoured it. The plain groaned, as its master was destroyed. All the fires within the plain came into Abyss. He felt power, like he never had before, as he became a new being. As quickly as it had started, it ended. The plain of fire was now just a plain of ash, and Abyss sat there, power oozing from his body, and he waited.