This prison, to hold... ME!?

Sisyphus tears himself out of the Flesh Panopticon, which explodes into a mess of blood and gibs. He falls to the ground, creating a large shockwave.

A visitor? Hmm... Indeed, I have slept long enough. The Kingdom of Heaven has long since forgotten my name, and I am EAGER to make them remember... However, you were instrumental in awakening me...

And so, before I tear down the cities, and crush the armies of Heaven, do you have any questions?