No! let us rather choose,
    Armed with Hell-flames and fury, all at once
    O'er Heaven's high towers to force resistless way,
    Turning our tortures into horrid arms
    Against the Torturer; when, to meet the noise
    Of his almighty engine, he shall hear
    Infernal thunder, and, for lightning, see
    Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
    Among his Angels, and his throne itself
    Mixed with Tartarean sulfur and strange fire,
    His own invented torments. 

        -- Moloch, arguing to use the Abrahamic God's own torture devices
                    against him, and granting him the epithet of "The Torturer"
                    in Book II of Milton's Paradise Lost.