All will be explained in the sequal.

625 opened his eyes, looking round.

'Huh?' he thought, blinking. 'What happened?' He forgot about that as he looked around.

The scene was horrifying. Instead of ground, there were hundreds upon thousands upon millions of corpses, all moving, moaning, looking at him with whatever they had for eyes. The sky was complete and utter darkness. 625 yelped as the bodies reached for him, open-mouthed, moaning.

"(Stay back!)" he yelled, his voice strangely whisper like. To his amazement, they fell back, withdrawing their clutching limbs and stopping their moans. "(Whoa…)" He whispered, looking around.

"The same happened with me." Said a quiet voice behind him. 625 turned to see a black experiment looking at him. "I'm, well, I used to be 188."

"625." He whispered, extending his hand. 188 didn't return it, turning around and walking towards a large building-like-thing. 625 followed, in awe at the size of the building. He got to the foot of it, then followed 188 up the steep steps to the top.

At the top, covering most of it, there lay a large, open book on a pedestal. In the book, multi-coloured writing shone out. Alongside this, there stood a hunched creature. It looked at them as they came, hissing.

The three stood there, eyeing and growling at each other, joined by the person that did this to them.

"Welcome, my Agony Aggregation…" said the same, chilling voice that had brought them to their deaths. They turned to see the master of the horrific realm they were forced to endure, standing in front of the book.

Kolobos.

"You three have been specially, selected, shall we say, to come to my sanctum alive. Yes, alive." He added, glancing at 188. "Haven't you ever heard of illusion? The pain was real, but the death…" He shook his head slowly, looking round at them all. He walked forward slowly, until he was face-to-face with 188.

"You I chose, because of your past. You have been genetically designed to be a ruthless, soulless killer." He said, nodding at him slowly. "That is why you 'died' in such a way. Your blood-lust wanting to burst out and wreak havoc."

188 growled at him, but, in some, twisted way, it made sense to him…

He turned to 229.

"Child…" he said, patting 229's head. "You have had no choice in the matter. I re-activated you for the sole purpose of serving me. It is all you know."

229 bowed again.

He turned to 625.

"625…" he sighed, pausing a second. "You have had so much potential, so instead I decided to change you right away, to prove to you how great you are, and what you could become. You were always the pushover. But now…"

625 glanced down at his new body, an evil grin sliding onto his face.

Kolobos lifted his arms up, causing him to float in mid-air. He leered down at his motley crew.

"Your suppressed rage shall be inflicted on those who deserve it, soon…"

The twisted, brainwashed creatures of the Agony Aggregation howled in delight, tossing their heads back and laughing manically.

But none louder than the master of demons.

Emperor of the dammed.

Monarch of the un-holy.

The devil himself.

…

Kolobos.

End.