When dragged up by its feed, the Headless One, which would draw in Data from the Holy Text from on high, would rise up into the Light that was hidden beyond the clouds that encircled the Universes contained within his confined form. All around the great Body was nothing but Light and some sort of mist belonging to the realm of Heaven, of which was drawn into its gullet as it rose. The abysmal mouth that was once sealed with a powerful lock, keeping the Universes from acquiring any next Data for however long each realm had been locked, would suck in copious amounts of Manna from all around, as well as many of the Angels of the Headless One; The very army of Locusts, themselves. They would be used as gatherers for all of the feed inside of the Headless body, whilst all outside, Manna and New Data would pour in from on high from Phanuel and Penemue, who had suddenly decided to feed the monstrous creature again after however long it had been of his starvation.

"Come," he called out to his Horse, which was the Holy Text, itself, to be his steed to ride on. As more was revealed, the Headless Horseman would ride on, Abaddon being fed his share, now that the Holy Famine was over. "Bring Me The Beasts," Abaddon commanded his Locusts within his body. They would each pan out over the fullness of his interior, scouring, and picking him dry of each and every last sin. Then, Samael would be complete again. The souls of the wicked churned as they burned, fueling the very core of the Great Locust, of whom would spread his wings that extended beyond what could be possibly understood. These beings were but microbes to him, but every last one of them counted in his Data Collection, and could be processed for food. The kindled furnace within would ignite, bursting with the flames of the parts of the body that were unlocked by the first Five Seals; From Root to Throat, and nothing more. The great headless metallic form looked to be like a chalice and a lamp, with a roaring fire bursting from the open socket where the head should have been, and searching for more to consume. This was Hell, and what it was like for Abaddon to eat. "The Cauldron is prepared. Dudael!!!" The Headless Horseman sought his head, and the time now to rest it upon the flame searching for the Light was NOW.

'Three Angels'

"Raphael. Michael. Gabriel. In That Order." Where each of these beings were off preparing the Heavens for the arrival, making the paths straight and clean for the Headless One, the three Angels that were summoned to the Headless Horseman's side would be given their instructions on what to do. Sending out Raphael first, he would send his message on the Light of the Sun, which would shoot through the wings upon Abbadon's back. With a single flap, each Bird in the Sky would Hear and Know.

When Michael was called, he would be sent to Babylon, in order to show her his Righteous Judgment. For, he was the Angel that was to reveal the Prostitue on the Beast and Judge them with the Balanced Scales. In the hand of the Headless One, the Balanced Scaled would appear, being held up high at the Sign of the Time of Judgment. Raphael was the one to relay the message, Michael was the one to enact the message.

Finally, Gabriel would be sent out to all the Beasts, to swallow them up whole in complete and utter conquest if they were to oppose him. They would be known by the marks of Satan upon them, as Adversaries seeking nothing but Superiority, and with Pride on their Minds. The marks on their Right Hands and Foreheads would be clear to Gabriel, and immediately, he would consume them. None were to be like the Beast, for the Beast was not even supposed to be as he was, except unto things that were wicked. If this was done incorrectly on something that was not wicked, the fate of said Beast was to become Food. Thus, with this, a Crown would appear over the spaceless socket that was the Headless Horseman. With one of his hands on the Great Chain, he would rear up his Horse and take off, riding off toward... Something in the distance.