“Oh, come on, don’t be so upset now,” said Sam. “After all, Sisyphus has finally reached the peak. You should be celebrating! And there’s no better way to celebrate than…”

Sam paused for a second, and in the span of that second, scored Satan a couple dozen times from crown to toe across his coronal plane, another couple dozen times across his transverse plane, and about a dozen times more down the sagittal, all the while making extra certain to sever those stringy wings of his, before delivering a swift kick to the midsection that sent thin strips of flesh that once may have been called “Satan” fluttering out onto the Cocytus wind.

“Confetti,” Sam finally said. He swung his blade once more so as to cut through the bright scarlet mist which now exploded towards him. A rain of blood poured onto the ice, creating little divots and puddles where they melted through the ice. Miraculously, only a few drops landed on Sam, which he wiped off with great disgust.

- Ragnarust Round 0