The world spun around You, a dizzying blur that eventually settled into a searing pain in Your head. You groaned, the sound lost in the cacophony of crackling flames and the distant roar of unseen horrors. Your eyelids fluttered open, revealing a scene of utter desolation. You were lying on the ground, a charred landscape stretching out before You, the sky above a swirling vortex of crimson and black. The acrid scent of smoke filled Youe nostrils, a constant reminder of the fiery inferno that had brought You here.

Slowly, You pushed Yourself up, wincing as pain shot through Your body. The ground beneath You was hot and uneven, littered with the remnants of what had once been a vibrant world. You looked around, Your gaze drawn to a towering figure that loomed over You. It was Spawn, the embodiment of evil itself. His long, red cape billowed in the nonexistent wind, clipped together by a small gold chain. His eyes, an eerie shade of green, seemed to pierce Your soul, their smoky depths filled with a cold, calculating malice.

"Enslaving souls is mighty low," he said, his voice a deep, rumbling growl that echoed through the desolate landscape. His red, spiked gloves glinted in the dim light, and his right foot was encased in a massive, spiked boot that seemed capable of crushing anything in its path.

You tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse and raspy. Spawn chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Your spine. "Judge you? I am your executioner," he replied, his voice dripping with contempt. As he spoke, he pushed his cape off his shoulders, revealing a muscular physique that seemed almost inhuman. The cape billowed out at his sides, like the wings of a monstrous bird.