The music resumed and the bodies started to move again, seemingly coming back to their senses. Abaddon stood quietly for a moment, in thought. None of the bodies dared to go near him, only moving around him. With a straightening of his tie and jacket, he walked easily through the crowd and out of the door, grimacing slightly at the sudden shift of light.

Abaddon looked up into the sky and breathed deeply, getting only a faint hint as to where the angel had gone. Outside, in the open air where pure souls mixed with sinners, it was more difficult to track. However, he prided himself on his skills and soon walked down the street, in thr direction he felt Camael had gone.