In all honesty, Camael was surprised that Abaddon kept his word and allowed her an escape. She'd been expecting for him to turn on her, much like all the fallen angels had done to the Creator. She watched as the crowd parted, movements stiff like unthinking zombies. She walked by them, her footsteps echoing in the suddenly silent establishment, feeling all their sins as she did so. At the door, one step away from freedom, she looked over her shoulders and declared, "We shall, and we will come to terms." She nodded, one last look at the hell on earth, before turning her back from the darkness that dwelled within.

She slid into the very same alley she'd entered before and shook her shoulders. Bright lights engulfed her as her wings appeared, shielding her from mortal eyes. The darkness that seemed to swallow the Rave shrunk back, and Camael released a rare smile. She gave thanks to the Creator for His guidance, and rose to the air to find her charge. She'd make sure Kristiel did her duty, and then she'd find solitude to further free herself from the sin she'd taken part in.