Abaddon opened his mouth to protest, wanting to stop the angel from leaving him. It was the last thing he wanted her to do, the last thing on earth or in Heaven or Hell. He couldn't stop her. She was gone before he even made a sound.

Standing up, he left the building and closed his eyes, ready for the pain that would be brought on by his wings unfurling. None came. He opened his eyes, and beautiful wings curled up over his shoulders, white and slightly shimmering. The happiness he felt beginning to grow was quickly overtaken by a feeling of worthlessness. Camael should be here to see this.

He flew into the air, allowing the cold air to focus his thoughts, and set off in search of his angel.