Abaddon's eye twitched, suppressed rage boiling too close to the surface. "I was beautiful," He whispered, looking down now. The rage seemed to ebb away, replaced by something akin to sadness.
"I was...majestic. I had strong wings, beautifully feathered. Everyone was envious of them. I was a strong warrior, too. One of the strongest."
Abaddon glanced back up at Camael, looking vaguely pained. He was out of control and he knew it, hated it, but could do nothing to rectify it. Not now.
"I was...majestic. I had strong wings, beautifully feathered. Everyone was envious of them. I was a strong warrior, too. One of the strongest."
Abaddon glanced back up at Camael, looking vaguely pained. He was out of control and he knew it, hated it, but could do nothing to rectify it. Not now.