Angel found human evil the most repugnant of the evils he encountered. Deep in the swamp, he found a man whose evil made his suppressed demon giggle. He would grab women off the road and take them deep into the swamp, torture them for days and let the swamp have them.
Now he held his latest victim at knifepoint in a vain effort to keep Angel from breaking him in two.
Before he could make his move, a hand of plant-matter burst through the shack's wall and grabbed the murderer by the head. The girl fled as Angel watched as the creature made of the swamp itself crushes the killer like an overripe orange. The swamp, it seemed, had enough of this murderer and was enacting its own cruel justice.
Crossover with the Heap