Abaddon glanced at Camael, shifting his gaze to where her hand had laid. It had had a somewhat calming effect, though not without being coupled with his own willpower did the rising blood lust settle.

He begrudgingly followed after the angel, anger still just below the surface, barely contained. His back itched as his wings squirmed, wishing to be set free and take on his true demonic form.

'Not today', he thought.

Camael shot a small smile towards Abaddon before heading inside the house, where loud electro pop music was blaring and seemed to echo against the walls. The teenagers could easily be spotted as they danced around the trashcan fire they created. One stood to the side, smoking a cigarette while holding a book that, if Camael tilted her head at an angle, had a false Satanic symbol encrypted on it. Camael wanted to slam her head into a wall.

These children were attempting, and gloriously failing, to summon a demon. She looked over her shoulder to see Abaddon. She supposed that they hadn't failed entirely.

When the teens decided it was high time to do some chant composed of random three lettered words being shouted into the air, Camael made herself known. She clicked her tongue, irritation radiating off her in waves as she felt that none of their souls were pure any longer. "You're trespassing," she announced, and she meant it. They were trespassing in Abaddon's home, and in the paradise that the Creator made for the kind souls.

Abaddon watched the teenagers with a deep scowl. Where had they gotten the idea that any of this would work? He supposed they had looked on the 'internet', of which he had only had brief interactions with.

His hands twitched by his sides; he could sense how deeply marred their souls were. If they wanted to converse with demons, all they had to do was die - their souls were destined for Hell. Abaddon only wished to speed up the process.

He glanced to Camael, her irritation obvious. There was no doubt that she knew how sinful the bunch were. Maybe...maybe she'd step aside and allow him to do what he was best at.

"Cam, perhaps I could simply show these kids the door?" Abaddon proposed, the true meaning evident.

Camael narrowed her eyes at Abaddon. The true meaning in his words was evident, and she had to admit that for a moment, she was tempted to answer an affirmative. But her moral code wouldn't allow it. No matter how wretched these children were, they were still the children of the Creator, and as an angel, it was her lifelong duty to look after them.

"No, Abe," she answered, her yes betraying her words. If only it were possible...

Turning back to the teens, she noticed that they'd stopped their shenanigans to ogle at them. She paid them no mind, knowing that their minds were clouded because of the harmful chemicals mixing within their bodies. "As I was saying," she told them. "You're trespassing. Leave. Now." Her tone was final, something that always had the young angels scurrying to follow. But as she gazed at the fanatics who had their heads up in the clouds, she knew they wouldn't be smart enough to listen.

Abaddon grimaced slightly as Camael refused his offer. He knew that she would have liked to allow him to do his work but she was still an angel. Such a pity.

He shook his head, partly out of disgust and partly out of irritation. "They can barely hear you. There is no wy that they'll leave of their own accord."

Camael grimaced as she watched the teens laugh hysterically. Sadly, Abaddon was right. There was no way she'd be able to take them off the premises without the use of a little force. Sighing, and silently blaming the sin that reeked off the city, she gestured for Abaddon to take the stage.

"I'm not well versed in dealing with the likes of them," she admitted. "Perhaps, your expertise would be more appropriate. But don't kill them, okay?"

Abaddon silently stepped away from Camael, towards the still laughing teenagers. Barely able to hide his contempt - knowing that he didn't really need to - he approached the first boy and leaned in close, whispering something shortly.

The boy turned white as a ghost, his laughter ceasing. Again, Abaddon leaned forward, towards the second teen. A whispered exchange and the teen's complexion matched his friend's.

It wasn't necessary to repeat the action on the third teenager; his friends sputtered and ran out the door, the third friend stumbling after. Abaddon smirked as he watched them flee.

Camael watched as the teens scurried off, looking for all the world as if they'd seen a ghost. Arching a brow at Abaddon, she asked, "What did you say to them?" She was utterly curious, as she wasn't able to hear it. Whatever it was, if it had that effect on those teens, it must have been something utterly terrifying.

"Don't tell me you've damned them all to hell," she muttered.

Abaddon simply shook his head. "No, nothing of the sort," He smiled at her in a somewhat cryptic manner. "Shall we get on with what we came here to do?"

He was by no means a particularly secretive man; most there was to know about him he happily volunteered. However, there were some things he preferred to be kept a secret.

Camael watched the man carefully for a moment. He was keeping something from her, and whatever it was, she wanted to know. But he was right. There were more important things at hand. They came to Abaddon's house for a reason. The demon's secrets could be pushed aside for a moment.

She nodded her acceptance and took a few steps towards Abaddon, carefully erasing any form of personal space between them. "To speak to the Creator is to open up your heart to His unlimited goodness," she said, her words a mere whisper. She placed her hand on Abaddon's chest and closed her eyes. "There is so much hatred inside you. It's near impossible for you to speak to the Creator." Her eyes fluttered open as her lips curved into a small smirk. "But that's why I'm here."

With no other warning, she broke the few inches that stood between them and pressed their lips together, giving Abaddon's soul a jump-start of pure angelic light in the only way she knew how to.

Abaddon glanced down at the angel's hand, surprised that she would so readily touch him. She had seemed so repulsed not too long ago and--

His surprised thoughts stopped dead as her lips found his. If he had been shocked before, it was nothing compared to this. Along with shock, came a sudden feeling of what he could only imagine redemption to feel like. And it hurt. It tore through him and left no area unexplored, extending pure white tendrils everywhere.

Abaddon kept his lips on Camael's for a multitude of reasons; one of them to prevent his crying out in pain.

Camael felt Abaddon's pain - the full force of it, and it made her want to weep. In fact, a couple of lose teardrops made their way down her cheeks for the demon. But she kept their connection. Only a little bit more, she wanted to tell him. She didn't need to attempt to fully purify him - not even an angel of her caliber could do such a thing. All she needed was an opening. All she needed was that small flickering light to stay strong for a moment.

She smiled against Abaddon's lips. There it was - the opening. She broke the kiss with a lingering touch, before she stepped back. Her eyes shut close and she put her hands together - praying with all her heart for the Creator's guidance. Hearing His voice was never hard for her. The hard part about this task would be making Abaddon hear it.

But with that opening and that light - albeit small - in his soul would be enough. Should be enough.

She opened her eyes and locked her gaze with the demon. "Listen," she told him. "Listen for His voice."

Abaddon opened his eyes and found himself staring into the angel's own eyes. He felt peculiar; that was the only word to describe it. There was a kind of weightlessness in his chest, as if burdens were tangible and had been lifted. He couldn't hear anything at first - fear of failure threatened to replace the weightlessness.

There was a kind of buzzing, a kind of muffled murmuring, almost like the voices of sinners he had become so used to but pure. The sound grew stronger until he heard a voice. Abaddon laughed, a sound of relief.

"I can hear Him," The demon murmured. "I can."