Abaddon landed silently before the angel, a few meters from her. His wings cracked and seemed to hiss in protest as he lowered them. Seeing that she was in full defense mode, he raised his hands in a show of peace - a rare gesture for him. "Relax, angel. I'm not here to fight," He gave her a slight smile. "I'm simply here for the company."

Turning away from her with an air of confidence that showed he cared not if she moved to attack, he closed his eyes and concentrated on bringing his wings back in. It was quite a task. The knawed wings, adorned with talons and scarring, slowly retreating into his back. Abaddon bit his lip so hard that a thin stream of black blood trickled down his chin.