Abaddon slipped into the back streets, away from the prying eyes of humans. He breathed deeply before taking off his jacket and closing his eyes, willing his twisted wings to emerge. He knew that the angel was up above, on one of the rooftops surrounding. He gritted his teeth as the sounds cracking bones and popping joints filled the silent air. Twisted and blackened monstrosities emerged from his back, things that were once beautifully feathered wings.

He gave only a slight growl at the pain, not wanting to appear weak before his ruler, who was always watching. Sighing as the wings spread fully, he rose slowly into the air and flew through the night in search of the angel, following what brief scents were brought to him on the air.