A figure materialized in front the Acathla statue. Roughly six feet tall and wearing a cloak and hood. As he looked around he realized he was back where he'd started. After five years, he'd made it back to Earth. He started for the exit, as he passed a room he realized to his shock, that Giles was being tortured. Hadn't this happened before he left? He saw Spike sitting in a wheelchair, watching, standing beside him, Drucilla. Somehow, he'd returned before he left. Moving swiftly, he drew his sword and decapitated Drucilla, immediately followed by Spike. Five years of fighting demons for survival had made him a formidable enemy.
He knocked Angelus out and chained him to the wall. Forgetting about Giles and focused on his task, the figure moved though the mansion, dusting vampires as he went. Finally, satisfied that Angelus was the only vampire in the mansion, he left to get some supplies. For five years he'd looked forward to his revenge and now he was going to get it. He had only a few hours until Buffy showed up to finally do her job. The one she claimed to hate. Bullshit, she loved being chosen and considered special. She just didn't want any responsibility or to take responsibility for her actions. And Giles' indulgence and obliviousness didn't help any.
Returning, the figure set everything up and then woke Angelus up. It wouldn't be any fun if he slept thru his torture, now, would it?
"Who are you?" Angelus asked, scenting the air. He didn't recognize the scent of the person in front of him.
"Someone who hates you." A gravelly and damaged voice said. "I've waited a long time for this day. The day you get to suffer as much as I have for your actions. Not just yours, though, that bitch, Buffy, she's going to suffer too." The figure indicated a camera. "She gets to watch. The narcissistic little slut's going to see every bit of what I'm going to do to her mirror. That's what Angel was, you know. Her mirror. A reflection of her. One of a kind, just like her. That's why she chose him. Why she wants him back. So she can gaze into his eyes and see herself looking back. But, you know that, don't you Angelus? That's why it's so easy for you to manipulate her. Angel knew it too. But then, he was the same. Seeing someone just like himself, someone unique, who could also ease his loneliness. Makes his motives just a bit superior to hers. But it's offset by the fact, that he was a coward and a pedophile."
"Now, where shall we start? I've been tortured a few times. Really doesn't change. It's about the pain and about getting into your victim's mind. You like to play with their minds, don't you, Angelus? That's even more fun for you. I broke the first time I was tortured, I begged for it to end. It ended when I escaped and killed the demon torturing me. I never broke again. I want to see if you'll break. Have you ever been tortured Angelus? Nothing in the Watcher's diaries ever said you had been. I wonder, just how long will you hold out? Well, let's find out, shall we?"
And with that, the figure began cutting on Angelus. Removing bits of flesh as he went, he carefully cauterized each bit. Doing so, made sure Angelus didn't bleed out, as well as inflicted more pain and all the while the figure talked, telling him of his time in Hell.
"I had to eat demons to survive. There was nothing else to eat. I'd have eaten grass or trees if they'd been available. Anything really, to avoid demon flesh. There was no way to even cook it. Couldn't make a fire, without wood. No trees, no wood. I worried that I was poisoning myself, that it would kill me. It didn't, it did keep me alive though. I learned to fight, and followed the trail of stories about an artifact that could send me back. Took a long time to find it, but I finally did. It costs me something, but it was worth it."
"You haven't screamed yet, Angelus. Trying to prove you can handle it? Or waiting for someone to rescue you. Spike and Drucilla have been dusted, so have all your minions. If you're waiting for Buffy to show up, I know exactly when she'll be here. You'll be dust before then. See, I really don't care if you scream. It isn't about that for me. For me, it's about the revenge. About inflicting the pain. I want you to hurt, Angelus, because it'll make her hurt to see it. Buffy, the bitch responsible for all this. Well, most of it anyway. It would have helped if Giles did his job. As a Watcher, he should have investigated Angel's claim that he had a soul, as well as the curse itself. His incompetence left us all wide open. Then there's the curse itself. You know what I found out about the curse itself, while I was in Hell? That it damages the one casting it. Angel's soul was in one of two places, Heaven or reincarnated. A whole coven of witches can't pull a soul from Heaven, which means if Willow succeeded in casting the curse, she would have killed an unborn baby pulling the soul out. Killing a baby, so the necrophiliac could have her fuck toy back. Gods, how perverse can someone be?"
The figure now moved on to removing body parts. Toes and fingers, each of which turned to dust as they were cut off.
"You ever seen the Princess Bride or read the book? Wesley challenges Humperdinck to the Pain. First you lose your feet, then your hands, although I'm starting a little smaller with the toes and fingers, drawing it out a bit. After those comes the eyes." As he removed them. "Followed by your nose." As it too, was sliced off. "Not a mirror anymore, is he Buffy?" The figure said to the camera. "Well maybe, now he's a reflection of your insides. Your selfishness. You're as nasty on the inside as he is on the outside. Do you know how I ended up in Hell, Angelus? You succeeded in opening the vortex. Willow succeeded in casting the curse. The secret to opening the portal was a sacrifice and the openers own blood. To close it, you needed the sacrificers blood and another sacrifice. She refused to sacrifice Angel. So she took the blade with his blood on it and literally shoved it thru my back. She told me, she loved him and couldn't lose him, now that she had him back. Then she shoved me in."